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litha and sex magichow,
in the midsummer's circle he
was pressing his tongue into her
flower petal heart peeling out and tracing
stars into her skin hoping
the sage would keep on
burning, wasted away
into the cracks of the
house;
little cottage in the woods that
sighed against the copse
and the curl
of her fingers against his
back
her pale yellow dress making
waves against the moonlight,

the erotes were good to her that night
but asked too much
of only bodies they received
each
ascend & de-
cline, rose quartz spilling off
into the air

and the city, thick
& rot with
greed,
forgotten

One True LoveYou found me deep in the darkness
Even though I didn't want to be found
You heard me weeping on my knees
Alone in the dark; no one to love

Every sign pointed to different directions
But every sign lead to a dead end
I couldn't see where I was going
But the signs made it seem as if I can take any road

Every one I asked said follow the signs
Their smiles and hunched backs pointed to only darkness
Alleys with cheap tricks and lies
Cities that had so many signs to happiness

Brothels, bars, casinos, to even nightclubs
This place started to scare me
But I became so attracted to this darkness
I wanted to stay longer; maybe something here can mak

Tears of an AngelA crystal tear drop,
Blue as sapphire,
Beautiful in the light,
Of the Moon.
This shining jewel,
Filled with pain,
Of a child's last breath.
A pure emotion,
In this shimmering object,
A gift,
Unto the soul.
Yet tainted,
By greedy thoughts.
Wanting to obtain this crystal jewel.
Turning it,
From it's iridescent Sapphire,
To the opaque Tourmaline.
It must be cleansed,
It must be pure again,
Take it to the child,
The child of Forever White.
The soul will be lost,
With no way back.
Go cleanse it,
And save,
This unfortunate soul.

NumbIm numb, there is no rage...
Im numb, no pain to cause my tears.
Tired of this rollercoaster of affection, when family hugs then stabs me..
So tired of hearing, keep the past behind you , move forward..
Only to have my past shoved in my face time and again.
I AM a good person, with a warm heart...and that heart gets hurt alot...
Im numb.. Im tired and I never want to open my eyes to lies of love again.

the way home"we are made of stars"
they wrote in my
new book

he drew one of his
nautical stars
and I can navigate

by the light of stars
such as these
we are made

On the EdgeThere is a cliff at the edge of the world
Storm clouds gather and the wind howls
While I stand, arms stretched wide
Embracing

Lightning shatters the endless darkness
CRACK! splits the cacophony
Thunder follows, so loud I can feel it
Reverberating

Wind whips the waves into mad crests below
Salt spray stinging jubilant eyes
Dolphins leap through the swells, fearless
Celebrating

There is peace amid your careful chaos
Knowledge that all things balance in the end
Fierce joy at being swept up in your arms at last
Accepting

Frustration"My smile is fake today, inside im shaking.My bright eyes dont shine from happiness, they hold back tears of fear and frustration.Im not out walking in the sun to feel it's warmth, Im running away from the pain where I stay.Today is not a good day"

The PainterThe road twists like a river, like a snake
Brings me past trees on the hills that roll
The brushstrokes of a master evidenced
In the absolute care and precision that
The leaves are dabbled on, pointed
Like hands, like hearts.

And the farms, fields cleared, plowed,
Planted and harvested in good time
The geometry perfect, yet natural
The chronology - dare it be said - divine
And beside, the fields not man made
But cleared by the artist Himself.

Within I see flowers - white points -
Scattered randomly, beautifully
Lit along with the grass in an expertly
Executed wash of evening sunset,
Now disclosing bending, lovely, towering
Trees, oaks, pine

I know a placeI know a place,
where everything is pure.

Where life is a dance on roses,
and no one ever gets stinged by thorns.

Because nobody can ever be sad, hurt or ill up there,
pain simply doesn’t exist at any rate.

I know a place,
where springs of water becomes eternal life.

Where everybody can taste the water,
and yet nobody can drown.

Because His holyness and love is ever present,
as it embraces everyone in happiness and fill them all.

I know a place,
where the light is good and bright.

Where everything is lit up with goodness and love,
and nobody gets sun burned or feels alone.

Because God has created a Paradise of light up there,
me

Praddling Tides Of JudgmentalismHow is it you feel justified to judge me
Or to condemn the way I embrace my affection
Do you think you are somehow better
While you call my morality into question
Are you such a ridiculous drama queen
That you think that you're perfect and blameless
For there is none on earth that is pure
None that remains white as snow it's your faithlessness
That brings to question who we are really meant to be
Yet you praddle on and on
With eyes that never learn a thing
Because you are set in yourself
And see none other in their suffering
Arrogance so blind it can strangle the life
Out of the spirit of nobility
Sickening greed so powerful
That no more is t

CrescentYou move the waters in me
make them flow along your touch
as you draw your marks and vistas on my skin,
inscribe the doors that open inwards
and let the tides rush in

as I read your letters, my skin still tender from the flame
I hear the sound of the waves
and watch the crescent rise

barriersadjusting the angle of the laser gun
that points at a
caleidoscopic stew so far;
essentially, aiming
at the moon.

so trickle his days.

-

an alchemist,
he devotes himself to
alloys,
forcing the torrid and the
potent to
copulate
with the torpid, milk-white and the ilk,

sparking specks of
all the colours of the universe,
and more.
striking stone against
another, they
proliferate,

but never do
cohere
into a single pattern.

a scientist,
he despairs
over the technicolour platter.

-

yeshu rides through the groomed, hushed city
picking up prostitutes and cracking peanuts,
it is a tender
night and the wind rubs its head against his ca

nothing is the limit i am 5'10 barefooted,
and the 5" heels i wear
are to make boys like
you
insecure about women like
me.

i only want the clicking
of my heels to be like a
time bomb
for you, signaling the end of
everything.

my lipstick doesn't stain,
and my nail polish doesn't
chip, and everything about
me is made to be
perfect.

so look over your shoulder
and sleep with one eye open
because on of these days,
i
will
rule
the
world.

Fear the Darki do not understand why no one helps us
we are hurting
we are being hurt
we cry out for help
for mercy
but no one comes to our aid
there are so many people who could intervene
but they choose themeslves
instead of others
our bodies carry our pain like war scars
our tears are shed without evidence that they were ever there
we are always there whether you see us or not
we are always waiting for that one person who will
look at us and finally see us
instead of looking through us
or averting their eyes
they pretend we do not exist
that were not worth their time
or their help
and i guess we are not worth it
when so many people look at us
and see nothing
it's hard to see ourselves in any other light
we live in the shadows
we see how you treat us
we see the pity and disgust in your eyes
but you do not see the understanding in ours
because according to you we do not have
the right to be here
we do not even diserve the kick you throw our way
you think that we are just animals
lower than even th

IllusionsChaotically disillusioned
seeking solutions
for the deluded mind
Invasive obtrusions
leading to mental intrusions
sanity resigned.

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Star like light that shine so bright.
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Are you not that fight that I fight?
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Falling Sunset

by ~ChosenDefect, Jan 21, 2009, 11:53:39 AM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

How can I fall forward when all I see are sunsets? The sun never rises and if it does its hidden by these dark clouds above my head. I can’t see the future, I can’t see the past. As long as I don’t look it seems as if the pain won’t last. I’ve fallen a hundred times before, yet this one hurts the most. Is it wrong for me to fall so much in love when anything else seems hollow and numb? I’ve spoken the words a hundred times but with the meaning unclear until now.

I watch the sunsets melt away knowing not to look forward to another day. I feel the fire leaving my soul, and condemn myself for ever letting you know! Just to watch it dim again. Your eyes breathe light into this dark corridor of my life. I want to embrace it, but all it does is remind me, and the fire sparks up again. The flames distorted, a color I no longer recognize. Is this what I’ve become by allowing you so close to me? Is this how I will falter? I can’t see it, I won’t, and as the sunsets grow further and further apart I remember the words unspoken and unclear. Truth lied in your eyes and that can’t help but encourage me to stand up.

I can kick myself a thousand times for letting you go, but admitting I can hold on means more. My chest is bruised from the fall, but my skin no longer cries to feel it. I’ve danced this dance too many times before. When I said you were different I meant you meant more. Complicated and stinging, the words seem too calm. The loud silence for just two more seconds before it cuts back through. What would you have me do? What would I have me do? The answers are unclear, as well as the future and the past. I’ve cut myself on the knowledge of knowing I can’t be with you. I hate it with ferocity unmatched, but I bow my head as I always have and take a step forward. Can I say I’m getting over not being able to watch a sunset? No, I can’t…..but I can close my eyes and keep the thoughts.

Falling Sunsetby ~ChosenDefect

Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

This is just an old poem that I really like and thought it would look good here. Comments are always great but I'd rather it be there for you guys to actually think about. (Think *gasp*) Try to relate to, and who knows maybe learn something about yourself from. I write because I love it and I feel I have alot to show to the world. Hopefully your an artist for a similar reason.

!serenity74 Feb 26, 2009

if you ever want a picture made just ask

~ChosenDefect Feb 28, 2009

Thankyou, I definitely have something in mind that I'll try to get to you soon. Apparently it's not just your work that's also amazing. XD

!serenity74 Feb 28, 2009

!serenity74 Feb 26, 2009

This is lovely

~ChosenDefect Feb 26, 2009

I'm glad you like. Wish I could do both visuals and write, but sadly just graced with the latter. I definitely hope to get more posted on here in the near future. Still thankyou for the favorite! XD

*Myrretah Jan 21, 2009 Professional General Artist

beautiful work darlin... you're touched like I am...

~ChosenDefect Jan 24, 2009

That means alot coming from you, thanks. XD

*Myrretah Jan 24, 2009 Professional General Artist

no worries darlin. I calssem likes I seesem

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