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The Rat BoyThere was a rat boy, so timid and small.
Everything in this world, seemed so tall.

To everyone, he was minuscule,
a lonely, livid, leaf, inside his school.

There came his oppressors, his offenders,
and in a diary he'd write, hidden in his dresser.

Dear Diary
Day one

They found out I was a bastard son.
Hunted me like a fox, all for fun.
I guess to them,
i'm just a joke,
with a very weak pun.

Dear Diary
Day 22

More abuse, do I deserve this? What's the excuse?
They knocked out a tooth, found themselves amused.

Oh well. You have me, I have you, what's that Diary?
I love you too.

Dear Diary
Day 43

Too tired, too weak, sorry diary lets bot

Cordis Somnium*Fall past the asphalt
Thro’ the honey bee scene
Dip thy feet within
Naides’ yielding stream.

Thine arms splayed toward Hyades
A grey morn consumes the sun
Rain brings silk to the heat fraught meadow;
For time to touch thy form, it must run.

And thine hair was a mess after the rain.
“Will you ask it of me soon?”
Before the world is found to be concrete and sprinkled streets
“Before my qualms on leaving find the noon?”

The sharp cry of the meandering city
Thrives on slapdash letters, in cheap, restless dives
Therein reside, the silent concerto of our drifting
Where individual voices drown, and no love

Masquerade at Windsor Hall

Gallant sirs and debutantes arriving at the ball.
A masquerade on friday night, down at Windsor Hall.
Cocktail's flowing, band is playing, winner takes it all!
By the time the party's done it's on the floor they'll crawl.

Silk-laced gowns and three-piece suits and faces that are masked.
Homely Archduke's daughter's there (surprised that she was asked!).
Woodford twins arrived at ten (weren't asked and so they crashed!).
Gals of Downton also came, in adulation basked.

Truth be told, behind the masks and costumes made of wool,
are rotten chaps and spoiled debs who suffer not a fool.
And if you think these words of mine are harsh or mean or cr

She Walks In LightShe walks in light down darkened paths
Despite the demons that hide within
She pays no mind to their siren calls
Nor a glance toward them does she send
With each and every burdened step
She knows the task she must complete
Though heavy fate rests on her shoulders
She can not stop to rest her feet
Through the shadows all around her
She must carry on
Even though she's terrified
Until the glowing break of dawn
Within us all the darkness lies
Afraid of light inside our souls
It's for us to shine that light
For us to make ourselves whole.
-Illuminate the darkness.

I aint made of paintI aint made of paint.

I'm made of concrete.

Your the one who kicked me off my feet.

Look past the picture.
Look past the scriptures.
Look closer, look deeper.

How bout
for once, you be the brush

How bout
for once, you shut up and hush.

You the mortal and pestle,
my spirits you crushed.

Into fine grain, into fine dust.

Your form the colors!
You sculpt the bust!

I aint made of paint

I aint acrylics.
I aint oils.
I aint water color.

We are no art scholars.

But,
listen good.
Listen close.

Next time you don't like, when i'm feeling blue.

I refuse, to paint a picture for you.

Slow and SteadyCrowds of people rush around,
their steaming coffee in one hand and phone in the other,
while they juggle their problems and all of their emotions
and claim that everyone around them is a bother.
Caught in such a frenzy, they push their way
through the slow and steady that block their path,
for they're already running far too late
to even consider slowing down or turning back.
Where they are trying to go, I haven't the slightest idea,
but even if I asked, they'd surely be far too preoccupied
ignoring everything else as they sip their cold coffee
and stare at their phone, wondering how the battery already died.

Red-Eyed EgoOn a dying tree, in a forest of lush,
sat a lone crow, whose red eyes
scanned every stone, branch and bush
in that vast land.
The wind picked up, carrying the leaves
that had fallen from that tree,
which the crow strongly believed
was her only home.
It needed not a single leaf, nor
a shred of life, for all it needed
was to stand, to help the crow explore
and see everything that surrounded her.
She required no love, nor a single friend,
so long as her tree stood tall
in that forest, until the end -
all she wanted was the sight.
With her piercing eyes, that crow saw
everything that could be seen -
she saw every virtue and every flaw
that exist

LifeIf we really think about life, then we soon realise;
we're nothing but a splatter of blood, on a killer's knife.

walking corpse syndromerotting bones in a coffin of flesh
why havent i been buried just yet
i wait, i ache, i slowly decay
why is my body treated this way

i'm only a ghost inside of a corpse
oxygen kills and it's starting to work
but everything seems to move far too slow
i'm like a puppet, alive just for show

Shut inDon’t mock me, or block me
from taking my stance;
A pity, the city
is caught in a trance.

If only the lonely--
the rich and the poor,
Admit it, we did it!
By shutting our door.

I’d doubt it, without it,
We’d crumble in ruin;
Still, steady, already
forgot what we’re doin’,

We chide the society
for shutting us in--
When really, the “silly”
was us to begin.

time to grow uplife feels personal but it's not
woes befall by scattershot
what's happening now has happened before
what does not pertain we learn to ignore

you pray for a break you want a promise
it is what it is there is no justice

llp - dA - may2013

Sins of the FleshThey're gazing in their mirror eyes
Full of loving longing and filthy longing
And moist-meat sounds that turn
My stomach at the thinking of.
They rut, my friends, and damn themselves.
I envy the damned, their ignorance.
Their love looks like lust to loveless eyes.

And as such, I can see them rutting
Whenever I close my eyes
And the thought itself disgusts me.
And in the ending of their tryst
They pool together into one.

They strut and rut in the streets
That burn in lust beneath my eyes.
Would that a tide would wash away
Oh that a tide of fire would burn away
And cleanse this world of its filth!

Yet one day, in a possible future,
I may be

ThinkingStronger and stronger i may i might,
Why have i sat here all tonight,
Thinking and thinking but not alone,
What am i thinking for someone to know?
I sit i wish i will move on,
But its just another step on,
Live the life that you want,
For its the life you caught.

this world will offer...this world will offer a tie for my trust
but no government can raise life from the dust

so i got to remember the truth that resides
when ile follow my heart instead of the lies

that everyones spewd whether like it or not
who knows wut is best in a place that will rot?

so just smile and think 'wut a fool is that guy'
hes not going to college he'll be shoed as a fly

and tho i may not be on record or known
we'll all be remembered for wut we have sown

not wut we have reaped or wut we may claim
achievements or 'honors' as fame is a game

and 'trusty' employers will say they know why
and demanding u orders to follow, or 'bye'

but i got to ask

Chasing hidden light

Water rolls off of pristine petals
Far beyond the beauty of moist metals

The organic life fighting for the outside
Wanting a life the cage seems to hide

Customary blooms of a sacred nature
Alloy of a colder nomenclature

But beauty always finds a way
No matter the sunlight given through the day

To brake the bonds of a confined space
A battle so many in life have faced

Yet like a broke heart that only wants to decay
The side of the fence has a better light….and I want her to stay.

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FillerThere are times
When I have nothing to write
And just scribble words
Hoping for them to combine
Into an intellectual statement
That is sweet and sublime
That will live on its own throughout all time

Something that is magical
Yet still tragically comical
A thought deeply profound
An epiphany renowned
That will be cited and admired
Worshipped and praised upon
Even if only by a solitary peon

It is that which fuels my fire
My endless desire
To imprint myself on others
To create a masterpiece
Something that does not yet exist
Reminiscent of a grandiose thriller
But instead I wrote this filler

LiarYou lie to me
You lie to yourself
You lie and cheat
Nearly everyone else
There used to be a time
Not long ago
When your word was sacred
And relied upon

Deception and deceit
This is your way
Walking over corpses
Stabbing as they lay
Reputation torn, discarded away
And you don’t care
Who you screwed back there
Getting ready for another affair

Do you even remember
Who you used to be?
One look and I’d surrender
That’s how much you impressed me
Make belief, imaginary
Fake, insincere mercenary
Wishing upon a falling star
Laughing at us from afar

You can only push your luck so far
Before you trip and fall apar

NavigatorGiving in and passing out
Running through and burning out
Another stroke breaking the camel’s back
It’s all the same, none concrete
Melancholy town, on depression street

Passing through, can’t stay awhile
Haven’t got the time to stand my trial
Leaps and bounds
All around
Grab my arm and tie me down

Watch me as I navigate
To your fire, pearly gate
Freefall where my soul dictates
Through the twists and the bends
I will make all my amends

Love all over, love is free
Take my hand
And let me be
Take me off this one way ride
Seize my spirit, be my guide

No One AroundThe curtain fell months ago
The stage is empty
The band’s gone home
The audience cheers long silent now
The vacant seats, silence abound
No one’s around, no one’s around

The bed is cold
The sheets are made
The door is locked
The blinds are drawn
Dust and webs fill this room now
No one’s around, no one’s around

The blood still flows
Synapses flash
The heart beats on
Impulses clash
And though the body is safe and sound
No one’s around, no one’s around

A desolate desert
A mountain of dirt
A scorched meadow
Abandoned field
Cheerful chatter silence fills now
No one’s around, no one

Happiness IsHappiness is
A warm gun
A bullet with my name
Not remembering
The time, the place
Or the day

Happiness is
The stolen kiss
The elusive bliss
A tight embrace
My wrinkled face
A salty tear

Happiness is
Not thinking twice
The last reprise
The thoughts gone by
The warm sunshine
A shooting star

Happiness is
You and me
It’s meant to be
Our bodies intertwined
I’m yours and you’re mine
Till the end of time

Happiness is
Wherever we find it
Even if we’re blinded
By the softest touch
Or with a blind man’s crutch
It’s waiting for us here

Broken DreamSitting here, alone
Watching the clock tick
The minutes turn to hours
Hours turn to days
And I dream of the day
When I can run away
Just let go and play
But I can’t wander astray

I have to soldier on
Slave to my ambition
I’m always in control
Politically correct
I’ll suck it and I’ll smile
I’ll swallow it all
Your grief, anger, desires
I’ll take it all inside

Solutions to your problems
I’ll drop everything and solve them
My life is insignificant
Contrasted with your madness
And it’s never ending
Always nerve wrecking
You’re breaking my back
Can’t you hear it crack

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Indifference

by ~n-g-e, Aug 5, 2007, 8:18:18 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

My eyes are wired shut, my conscience is in chains
I’m lying wide awake, but dreaming all the same
My spirit is suppressed by mundane reality
I feel the blood within me, but embrace mortality

The people in the street are bumping into me
They all have their own lives, a cause for them to be
A million little problems, inside each and every mind
Like ghosts they pass right through me, leaving nothing behind

Each day the same routine, each day the same old plan
Dress myself in a uniform, in the gag that binds
Creativity aside, individuality abstained
A by-product, a machine, barcode my disdain

I see the empty faces, deprived of emotions
Each a reflection of the desolation within
Behind their eyes a desert that had not seen rain
A scorched Earth, yearning for a drop of feelings

A world shrouded by the fog of indifference
An existence solely materialistic, borderline nihilistic
A metaphysical blunder, grotesque in its glory
Behind their eyes, a sad, untold desperate story

I’m lying on the floor, must’ve fallen down
Detached from reality, from all the ties that had me bound
The heartbeat pushes the blood within my veins
But the mind is asleep, oblivious to all pain

Everything is calm, and I am at peace
The Earth still turns as I cease to exist,
And I don’t care and I don’t feel
Indifferent to everyone and everything

Indifferenceby ~n-g-e

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Right...I know this flows in and out of rhyme, but I couldn't find adequate replacements for the words I wanted to use, so it's a rotten compromise in trying to preserve the "feeling" of this poem.

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~canticum Aug 10, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

hmm.. I rather thing the rhyme disappearance is fine in this one, it fits the feel of the poem, and it calls attention to the rhymes or lack thereoff since it's not constant.

~n-g-e Aug 11, 2007

Thanks, glad you enjoyed it despite its flaws (or apparently the lack thereof)

~canticum Aug 12, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

XD I usually do.

~RMRippers Aug 6, 2007

the feeling is brilliant. this reminds me of that blog post i read of yours

~n-g-e Aug 6, 2007

Thanks

And thank you for the fave

~RMRippers Aug 6, 2007

no prob

`MagicalJoey Aug 6, 2007 Writer

It isn't really a rotten compromise, because you have done a great job of preserving the feeling.

~n-g-e Aug 6, 2007

Thank you

~Tar1988 Aug 6, 2007

Just out of interest: How many days/hours/weeks of work did you put into this ?

~n-g-e Aug 6, 2007

Not long...I'd say around 15 minutes to write it, maybe another 15 for reading/polishing. I write most of my stuff in one sitting, unless a poem ends up on the backburner, most of them don't take more than 30 minutes to write from start to finish. Even when something does end up being put off for weeks/months/years, when I eventually get back to it, I still end up finishing it very quickly.

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