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City Lights.' Poetic Muses.

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City Lights.
Salute You in Your Grave
City Lights.
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 2374
August 8th, 2008 at 03:00pm
Eldritch

I can't.
I can't... what?
Nothing; everything.
My brain doesn't make sense.
Or rather, poetically:

I feel like being submissive;
a masochist to fire and flame,
because the burn in my eyes and thoughts...
It's just never enough.
I'm hating this internal disaster for being a 4 instead of 5.
I need closure and destruction;
a simple stab to the heart-
kill, dead, repeat until my ghost is crying.

; un-poetic,
more or less;
I'm slightly insane,
and fully chaotic.
City Lights.
Salute You in Your Grave
City Lights.
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 2374
November 7th, 2008 at 11:44pm
I have so many problems lately I'm surprised I haven't broken.
Maybe writing like this is my way of breaking.


Modern Aphrodite

I'm selling myself on the pretense that yes;
your hand would fit perfectly in mine.
But still, you hold hostility at the mention of "us".
I only wish to be eloquent; flawless,
yet as I mend my flaws, you create them.
Do you always seek to make a mockery of me when I should have nothing to be ashamed of?

Growing and expanding vocabularies;
this does nothing to aid the simplicity of a heartbreak in an already black and white world.
You are you, as I am me.
So can't I at least be a memory?

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I don't know if I like it.
It's got him in it. Maybe that's why.
tragicwithacapitalTx
Fabulous Killjoy
tragicwithacapitalTx
Age: 31
Gender: -
Posts: 167
December 18th, 2008 at 01:35am
Hey. I think your poems are AMAZING. 'Nuff said. Very Happy
City Lights.
Salute You in Your Grave
City Lights.
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 2374
January 10th, 2010 at 11:38am
Perseverate Paroxysm

Perseverate paroxysm- an alliteration one does not wish to be acquainted with,
you will soon learn.
Musings categorized by a “least importance first” structure, explosions of emotion find it easy to channel themselves out through words or actions.
When your mind’s been cultured enough to see the minute difference between degraded and slandered,
a timed catalyst has been set beneath the surface to ignite.
Not for recognition, mind, but for retaliation.
In any event chosen to defend, your logic shall shatter.
This, you’ll comprehend, is the true state of being left to go mad.

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A/N: Hah, okay. Wow. When's the last time I put shit on here?
Anyways, yeah.
I was in a really messed up situation when I wrote this.
I basically wanted to kill anything with a pulse within a 100 mile radius.
So, enjoy!
Comments are awesome.
kid from yesterday.
Bleeding on the Floor
kid from yesterday.
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Posts: 1265
January 10th, 2010 at 11:44pm
D: I love your new style of writing. I'm a sucker for contemporary poetry anyway, so this - the way it's just an eloquent stream of thoughts - is brilliant. Your words just spill into each other and I enjoyed reading it tremendously. I loved Modern Aphrodite too, I think it's one of my favorites from you. You took a theme lots of people can relate to and twisted it the way only you can. Write more please. (:
City Lights.
Salute You in Your Grave
City Lights.
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 2374
January 11th, 2010 at 03:29pm
Thank you so much Nab. <3 I really ought to start posting my stuff on here again; I just don't write that often.
Your comment's much appreciated. :3
misa misa.
Shotgun Sinner
misa misa.
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Posts: 8241
January 11th, 2010 at 07:35pm
Hey
I really enjoyed reading your work in this thread.
Modern Aphrodite was my favourite.
I loved the first two lines.
City Lights.
Salute You in Your Grave
City Lights.
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 2374
January 16th, 2010 at 02:20am
Thank you, very much. :]
I appreciate it greatly. <3
City Lights.
Salute You in Your Grave
City Lights.
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 2374
January 29th, 2010 at 07:27pm
Confusion Vs. Elation- The Final Chapter

Enlightened, I am.
No, you’re wrong. Choose a different word.
Enraptured?
Yes. Yes, that’s it.
Enraptured, then, I am.
By what, my dear?
By the love that has stricken my heart so suddenly.
Like a lightning bolt to a tree amongst a hundred, I was not prepared.
This newfound love, how it excites me!
How can you be sure, my dear? Be sure that this is love?
Because.
Because?
Because when I look at her, my lungs forget to breathe.
I am still. I am silent. I am smiling.
There’s nothing left but her voice and my own, though I’d
rather hers over mine.
It soothes me out of terror- into joy, and surprise.
My eyes, meeting hers on that summer day,
I could not believe it had taken so long for us to meet.
I could sing a song without words.
I could dance a dance without movement.
I could.. I could..
I could do anything.
Anything, as long as she was there!
Calm, calm my dear. It is only a little ways into your.. “love”.
How can you be sure that this is love?

How can I be sure that this is love?
Was it not clear?
No, my dear, it was not. These ramblings are those of a school-girl’s crush.
No, I tell you! This is real! This is real! Why can’t you believe that this is real?
We are used to darkness, my dear. Being alone. Won’t this just run from you like the rest?
You have such little hope. A new beginning this is. A dawn. A dawn of something greater than you.
Greater than I? Nothing is greater than I. I am you. You are me. This happiness, it simply cannot be.
This. It’s beyond you. Beyond I. She’s more than a friend. More than a lover.
She’s the ideal. The dream. The fantasy. I don’t doubt it anymore.
She is life. She is happiness. She is love.
My love.

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So. Heh. New style. Probably only for this one, but.
I changed nothing. I let it come to me.
So, yes, it's the inner-self and I.
The true ramblings of happiness and confliction.
Please, enjoy. ^^
misa misa.
Shotgun Sinner
misa misa.
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Posts: 8241
January 29th, 2010 at 10:19pm
i really like this
its a very interesting and experimental style; but i loved the insight it gave.
a lovely format for this piece.
and as always your imagery is beautiful
City Lights.
Salute You in Your Grave
City Lights.
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 2374
January 29th, 2010 at 10:24pm
Ah, thank you so very much. <3
I always enjoy receiving a comment from you about my work.
Very much appreciated. :3
City Lights.
Salute You in Your Grave
City Lights.
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 2374
December 15th, 2010 at 01:34pm


Linz

There’s a shiver in my bones—porcelain, reminder of
my mother and the way she used to laugh, sadistic sweet as she
cracked the proteins through-and-through.
If I was to say one thing, it would not be of my mother, but of myself.
Strength, the capacity to love.
These things were hard to acquire when all I could think of
was sailing down the river, veins intertwined with
carp, trout, perch; all in the effort to experience the sensation of
floating and flying all at once, though whether that
marked me as deceased, I didn’t know.
I still don’t.

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Note: An assignment for class, to write in the style of another poet.
Sad that I had to wait until something like that to be able to write again.
It's been hard, getting inspiration. Shown in my activity.
I did this in my interpretation of the style of Josh Ashbery.
I left it. Couldn't think what else to put.
So, hope you like it.
City Lights.
Salute You in Your Grave
City Lights.
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 2374
March 10th, 2011 at 12:15am
Fritz

I said I would make an honest man of myself,
For you. I promised that to you.
But all of these foreign-language lines
make little sense to me, when I’m used to romance
and the closest you’ve gotten is with a tiny smile,
directed only at his weathered skin and age-old ideals.
Could I ever compete?
Could I ever come close or earn a place in your heart
enough to rest just beneath him?
I’ve done everything I can.

If you asked (and you did) for my body; my soul,
they would be yours.
Despite all reasoning why I shouldn’t; the lashes still fresh in my mind
like some sick clockwork motion of nightmarish events
that don’t comprehend the meaning of the word stop,
it’s too much, I can’t take it.

If you asked (and you did) for control of my mind;
my decisions, my way of thought,
they would be yours.
Though I can’t see much profit in using a vessel as broken as mine.
It would make navigation through unclear territory a very difficult thing,
with a mostly-blank GPS.
But I suppose, because of him, you’ve grown to adore the adventure.

If you asked (but you didn’t) for ownership of my heart,
it would be yours.
I’m not sure if it’s much of an offering, but I suppose it is central
to making the rest of me work.
And at a 2-for-1 price, I’ll throw in love.
I’ll throw in devotion.
I’ll throw in my fear, my insecurity, my happiness, my trust.
You know.
Just in case, at some point, you decide something other than physical attraction matters.
But being nothing more than an object to you is an okay way to go too, I guess.
As long as you’re happy.
I’m not really happy, but that’s not what matters, is it?

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Note: It's definitely been a while.
This piece is longer than normal, I know.
But it's with good reason.
This is written in the mind of my character, Dominic.
He's in love with his "lover", Hartwin, who also happens to be his dominant.
(Consensual relationship where Hartwin "owns" him and has him do pretty much
whatever he wants him to do. Mostly sexual things.)
Hartwin, due to personal issues from the past (being still in love with someone who's dead), doesn't love Dominic back at all.
He's just doing it for the sex.
Thus, Dominic's severely depressed, but won't let Hartwin know.

Let me know what you think.
I know it's an odd topic and the style is way different than normal,
but it's supposed to be a sort of inner rant, so.
Enjoy?