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riot reality Jazz Hands Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 295	September 25th, 2009 at 12:02pm Like A Toy For Those Boys (8-25-09, after 36 1/2 hours without sleep.) This hollow shell screams for mercy Begs for laceration anything to soothe Blame it on the deprivation for rest has yet to come But these old limbs which function without cause nor order know that something lurks Tired joints ache they move without destination "One more day is all I ask" this hollow head bargains "One more day to get into the books" Hollow tears and hollow fears Don't let go of what might be truth for an ink splot of fun But truth turns to haze and it could just be faux Look left, dust crumbles Look right, constructions discussed Run just a couple streets up and maybe you'll find your organs Hollow heart filled with fear Hollow head filled with ideals Hollow hands still have nothing
Your Ghost. Thinking Happy Thoughts Age: 28 Gender: Female Posts: 440	September 28th, 2009 at 09:18pm You manage to surprise me everytime with your writing. Wonderful, absolutely wonderful.(:
riot reality Jazz Hands Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 295	September 29th, 2009 at 08:27am You really have no idea how you brightened up my morning. I know it sounds weird or whatever, but I get really happy when I see feedback. And today I woke up late and missed the school bus, and I'm sick, and now I saw your comment and it made me happy Hehe, so in shorter words, thank you.
Your Ghost. Thinking Happy Thoughts Age: 28 Gender: Female Posts: 440	September 29th, 2009 at 05:48pm I love feedback, although it rarely occurs on my poems xD I'm glad I could brighten up your notsogood morninggg. Yerwelcome(:
riot reality Jazz Hands Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 295	September 29th, 2009 at 08:12pm If I ever have quietness around here again, I'll look at yours :]
kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213	October 1st, 2009 at 06:32am I really, really enjoyed Like a Toy for Those Boys. It seemed very natural and it read smoothly. Very eloquant with some really nice choices of wording and imagery. Lovely work : )
riot reality Jazz Hands Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 295	January 4th, 2010 at 08:30pm Wow. Sorry I haven't been here in so long. I just sort of... fail. I started typing up some poems and remembered INO ^^;; After Another The pipe plays to the tune of my dreams, musical twists to reality break through the seams. I've learned numbers to keep the fantasy alive, I've built an artificial world so I can strive. I brought it up, it took me down, it made me up just like a clown. Tightened the rope around my neck, dragged me along on the night's cold treck. Searching for nothing behind a word, only insanity can be assured. Everything that has been said, splits right through my twisted head. Shrieking embers haunt me still, burning in for the kill. Cold flesh dumped down the well, stirring my afterlife into hell.
riot reality Jazz Hands Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 295	January 5th, 2010 at 06:38am Hello, if anyone's out there :p Yeah, I still need to compensate my two-month absence on my little thread here. But, lately I haven't typed very many poems up, so I guess I have to do this a bit slowly. So, here's another one. The tone seems different than how I usually write, I think. Maybe it's just me? It's still kind of choppy though. I only edited it twice. After that, I just couldn't figure out what to do with the thing; in other words, it's still kinda rough. House With The Doves We're just a group of heart breakers, trapped in jagged glass shakers, waiting to drown, as the timer counts down. I fucked up my own mind, shattered the porcelain I hid behind, and, the best part, no one could tell, as I wandered secretly, creating our hell. Now there’s a plague inside my brain, it’ll infect you and cause you pain. For there is nothing to win but a scab to skin. And in this bleak blizzard as we all shake and shiver, I’m trying to find an arrow in my quiver. I need to load my bow, pinpoint your mark, and walk away while your eyes fade to dark.
riot reality Jazz Hands Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 295	January 5th, 2010 at 06:48am This one had a minimal amount of editing as well. I dunno, I guess I'm just not as good at that anymore. I used to edit something five or ten time, and now it's hard to do it once. Eh, anyway. This one's free verse. So, you've been warned. X’s and… X’s With quivering hands I read your message, Each word throwing me farther. A bitter ember attacked my head, Racked my brain, threw me down. My whole body felt weak, My whole being was sick. I gathered my things, And told mother I’d be in my room. I’ve begun to close off again already. I wish I could say I knew it was bound to come, For I had, in all fairness, been warned. But a second chance had been calling a plea to me, And infected my better judgment. X’s and X’s, Draw them over my eyes. One for last year, And one for just today. Ones that are just like you. When we had met again, We stood in the cold, Because you were otherwise engaged. I could have sworn I froze then. But now, I see that was nothing, When considering how you leave me frozen now. See, I fell just as hard as that snow, relentlessly beating. The pungent antonym of an immunity shot, Uncertainty-laden confusion spiraling through my veins. I couldn’t just finish this lesson the first time, could I? No, in the stead I simply bleed out, While you paint your farewells in my blood, Signing X's over my eyes.
misa misa. Shotgun Sinner Age: 33 Gender: Female Posts: 8241	January 7th, 2010 at 04:31am hey. I am glad you have refound INO poetry because i really enjoyed reading your work. House With The Doves was my favourite-great title. It's so full of imagery. I loved the first lines: We're just a group of heart breakers, trapped in jagged glass shakers, waiting to drown, I can really feel the emotion in your work. Great job! I look forward to hearing more from you.
riot reality Jazz Hands Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 295	January 8th, 2010 at 08:00am Thank you! That means a lot to me :3
riot reality Jazz Hands Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 295	January 8th, 2010 at 08:04am This one's kinda long... Nightmare Anatomy - Title taken from an Aiden album. Clock bellows, chimes screaming midnight A battle cry for the sweaty sheet’s fight Terror consumes this shaking sleeper’s form Illuminated by lightening in an unconscious storm All alone, you’re being chased They’re using this fear that must be faced Cloaked Man will catch up soon There’s nowhere to hide under the snitching moon So close now you can see his blade Dripping with blood from those it slayed A faster walk, a faster run, a faster fall Cloaked Man grabs you while you crawl Knife piercing through your chest A spinning situation you can’t digest The blade starts to twist And you find it hard to resist But a shadow approaches in the dawn Leaving the knife, Cloaked Man is gone The Hero is here, you’re safe and sound Pay no attention to what’s all around Hero removes the knife, your hopes are high You don’t notice the darkness in the sky C’mon, c’mon, something’s not right Ask yourself, what happened to the light? Your Hero is a simple tool He came to prove that you’re a fool Soon Hero is gone in the breeze You see the dark just loves to tease You know you’ll never see the sun You know you really need to run But distracted, you hug your knees So scared now you cry and wheeze Wait-- was that just a cloak? Move before you have a stroke Shaky feet not up to par You definitely won’t get very far Hear the steps when crunching leaves whined Cloaked Man grabs you from behind Gagged, he doesn’t want to hear your voice Restrained, he isn’t giving you a choice Cloaked Man pushes up your shirt Cloaked Man pulls down your skirt Get ready, nothing can stop this sin He pushes the pain inside like a pin He takes your innocence away He stabs it up and lets it decay Now the shame has started seeping Will you ever stop this sleeping? After all, it’s just a nightmare Soon reality will be everywhere You’re safe, keep whispering it Safe, safe, safe for a bit Still shaken from the theft But better now that he left See the shame left in his wake Purity fed to a dark blue snake Stumble and stand, you need to leave Think up a fairytale you can believe Once upon a time, you can never go home This old town you’re doomed to roam Try to run, without the sun, Carrying a heart that weights a ton Try to escape from any sight Try to escape with all your might Away from reality, in the park You stay there till it is dark Wake up to find that you’re still asleep Piece it together and start to weep Realization hits you hard It was real when you were marred Now let it out, let it out Leave no room for any doubt This was never just a scary dream It gives you a hundred new ways to scream But open your eyes, open your eyes Finish confronting your white lies Now focus, focus, that wasn’t just the wind It was a warning sign of he who sinned You hear the foot steps pound and pound Better get out before you’re found Feet to the dirt, a pull to your hair Fight right now if you dare You push away and try to kick But you can’t stop the one who’s sick He returned for his play-thing He’s writing tragedies for you to sing He’s prepared now to attack To rip you up with the tack Then he brings you down to hell Gives you more shame to never ever tell The new kid in the graveyard All the demons laugh so hard Your pain becomes their favorite shows Entertainment from the bloody sorrows Every day, more wear and tear Eventually you have lost your flair The air around here feels like mace When even Hero laughs in your face And this pain rocks your core Because now, and forevermore You will be his little whore
MyChemicalBlack Salute You in Your Grave Age: - Gender: - Posts: 2351	January 8th, 2010 at 11:32pm Nightmare Anatomy - I love the narrative feel (if that's a fitting description) of this poem. You feel a whole range of emotion, if that makes sense. Awesome work on this, look forward to more of your work.
misa misa. Shotgun Sinner Age: 33 Gender: Female Posts: 8241	January 9th, 2010 at 12:06am Likewise I also liked how this poem was read almost like a story. usually i like longer poems to be divided into stanzas as i find it easier to read but i think in this case the one verse format worked for you. It made it seem almost like you were caught up in the stream of the subject's thoughts. It also made the ordeal told seem longer and more drawn out, i think. i'm not sure if that really made sense...but liked it. Good work on this.
riot reality Jazz Hands Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 295	January 9th, 2010 at 10:01am MyChemicalBlack and scarlet fields., thank you both I spent a while writting that and it's nice to see that people enjoy it.
Your Ghost. Thinking Happy Thoughts Age: 28 Gender: Female Posts: 440	January 23rd, 2010 at 09:14pm Okay, okay, you're work is amazing! That latest poem is KickAss m'dear! Get ready, nothing can stop this sin He pushes the pain inside like a pin He takes your innocence away He stabs it up and lets it decay Now the shame has started seeping Will you ever stop this sleeping? ^^^ I absolutely adore this section. The wording is absolutely magnificent. =D pleasepleaseplease write more soon!
riot reality Jazz Hands Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 295	February 9th, 2010 at 10:35am Thank you, Stranger.. =D I really need to learn to check websites more often than I do >< I'll try and post more soon, too. =D
riot reality Jazz Hands Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 295	February 19th, 2010 at 11:03am Dreams Turn to Chaos Swirl around inside my head, break out dripping a stained red. Tell me this world is not real, make me believe that I can feel. Lock me in, push me down, be my dystopian evening gown. Rip my mind into shreds, scratch the gown into threads. Dreams turn to chaos, gone amiss, turn me out to reality’s abyss.
riot reality Jazz Hands Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 295	February 19th, 2010 at 11:04am Unease Fight or flight, Neither without bite. Stand and stutter, With heart aflutter, Or sit and cease, With no more peace. Pressure’s grip starts to squeeze, And you forget not to freeze. Never without the anticipation, From that negative inclination. Always watched, evaluated, These efforts make it accentuated. Eyes will shoot in every direction, Seeking out an unknown rejection. And upon reaching your destination, Kindly repeat the cycle of frustration.
riot reality Jazz Hands Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 295	February 19th, 2010 at 11:05am Is She There? Inject me with the newest dread, Stab it in until I’m bruised; I’m playing sick in bed, While my soul remains unused. I feel so paper-thin, Nonentity always insists; And these worries come from within, A being that hardly exists.

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