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AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.

Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).

Pluck these fractured wings;
the Sun & Moon no longer ache
to see me fly in their luster.

lies, she wrotei. just a mimicry, really;
uncompromisingly
desperate to shine.

ii. counterfeit & clockwise,
tasting words on her
unworthy tongue.

iii. with a dysfunctional mind
& apocryphal dictionary,
she cannot clone it all.

iv. "say anything," the pen
whispers as she trembles
among ink-scented fraudulence.

v. but she just laughs & plays the part,
forgetting what the pages told her:
"truth is stranger than fiction."

The Pen, The SwordJust lovely
I was happy to fall asleep
in the welcoming arms of your words and
you were unaware that you held me
so close, and so carefully
from the moment I didn't hear you speak
to the taste of every sentence you spoke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been seeking all along
Just barely
I was loathe to fall so deep
in the sharpened edges of your words and
you were too aware that you had me
so close, and so carelessly
from the second I heard you break
to the taste of every sentence you broke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been avoiding all along

Death of the PoetDear poetry,
This is your challenge,
my eternal chore,
to restate the truth
like never before-
but I’m imperfect
at my very core
and hypocrisy
is what I abhor
so you may expect
my work to be poor
enough for me to
be crushed into gore
with failed attempts
to take wing and soar
when all I wanted
was something much more
than emptiness and
inherited war
and pointless details
of imagined lore
which most of us tend
to simply ignore
at the piercing sound
of a lion’s roar
or the convenience
of a nearby store…
what am I truly
writing these words for?
Let’s merely pretend
that this isn’t me
but the voice of God
or L. Ron Hubbard
or whoever you
wish for it to be
since facts remain facts
no matter the source,
no matter the cause,
since the trustworthy
are also humans
prone to failure;
so prone to a fault
that we hold dearly-
the sum of our faith
measured in dollars-
rewarded by credit
and paper money…
for some odd reason
I find this funny!
So I conclude

False EternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.
Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!
Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for the moon
then sought the horizon, again and again warned my father that doom
would befall him if he didn't seek a better way to live and be
I wasn't willing to follow the dark and deadly rules,
trying to bring some light into the lives of these fools.
Guilds of anti-gods were formed, wars rose higher, nothing to atone!
They all represen

ArrheniusThe birds are
keeping to themselves
this evening
as the earth shifts
slightly-
ever so calmly
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have
to move).

Here and there, I
witness these
beautiful strangers
with perfect bodies
and long hair
walking down the road
in tightly knitted packs.
They are animals
like we are animals-
like we are
animals without
claws and fur,
with scratches on our
skin that yields to
fragile and
familiar hands.

The winds respond
as quiet birds rush
from telephone wires
in panic and
in beauty; she
tries to brush the hair
dancing circles in her eyes
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have to move).

False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.

Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...

yet, they always do.

We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.

False eternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant of the fact that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.

Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!

Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for

VoicesDo you hear the moan of morning rhymes
By the people in their endless time
As the morning dew breaks the day
Back to where the city-lights once laid

The lamp-posts are filled with black starlight
As the children run in their flight
With cries of sorrow, cries of pain
The old houses creaking with disdain

Acidic puddles of blood-wet tears
Remain on the street through all these years
As the cracks have hid the crumbled dust
Within these roads of bone and rust

The melody of the birds is lost
To the screeches and screaming loss
There are people cowering in the dark
Murmuring, whispering their tortured remarks

Flames ignite the world in fire

Psychotic ramblingsI, in the eternal void rest,
Am the unwanted thirteenth guest,
Insane, deranged and psychotic,
There are people who even call me sick.

Isn't it joyful and greedy to demand
A sacrifice of strangulation at the reach of the hand?
Cure the poisoned in a prison built of mental sand.

Murder is the solution brought by the resolution.
Is this the final, one and only conclusion?
Better think again, there will be no retribution.

Death is not the liberation, just the beginning.
Is there eternal peace? The solution is sinning.
Unacceptable lies become the truth, the chaos keeps spinning.

Lovers and assassinsNight
walk

WakefulI remain awake with dreams on my mind
and stories that wait to be knit into books.
To never find comfort until my pillows are
stuffed with thoughts instead of feathers
To never let go until I made sure that
the moon smiled back at me
Until the trees, the grass, and every night creature
has whispered good night...
And yet I'm still as wakeful as an owl
afraid that sleep would somehow
grab my neck and drag me to my grave.

bad nightmy mistakes are on my head,
and the cigarettes taste like metal;
on the street curb of a suburban block,
the lights jaundiced and flickering
like drunken fireflies, your reflection
that emanates from me covers every face.

HumanDear Hypocrite,

What do you do?
Throwing insults when you're insulted.

Dear Coward,

Where went you?
To your "peaceful" sanctuary you have bolted.

Dear Liar,

What say you?
Your poison corrupts innocent ears.

Dear Human,

What are you?
A sinner trapped in endless tears.

ConstructDelving into the origins
Of what makes an individual
Who are you? Who am I?
There’s a lack of understanding,
Yet we jump to judge
And claim to know
That which we could never understand

Attempts are seldom made
To investigate the unknown
To strive to discover
Those we claim to know
From the inside out
Extract the innermost thoughts

In place there is an idealist mirage
To which our beliefs shall cling to
In desperation, or disbelief

It’s the construct of our mindset
That leads us all astray

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She Wanders The Sky Of LifeShe wanders the sky
And Earth between dreams
When mankind rests
She plays the old flute
And weaves the old blanket
While her tears become the rain
There is another day to live
While her songs become the clouds
There is another night to enjoy
Mankind might forget
Though she is never bitter
Never ashamed of her stories
She wanders the sky
And Earth between dreams
When mankind wanders away

Rising Sun Of LifeThe sun rises
Over the mountain
Over the world
That awakens
To it's light
Oh hear the heart
Sing the song
Of life and death
Love and hate
Where day begins
And night ends
We look to the sky
With another day to live
It is a good thing
To know hope
To be alive
Pray to the wind
To Earth and Heaven
For what you have
For what you lost
There is a song
God gives each of us
That echoes again
With the rising sun

Lake Reflecting Heaven's StarsLook into the lake reflecting Heaven's stars
Where the spirits of men rest in the endless skies
In the echo of each storm is a story not yet forgotten
With the drops of rain are the feelings of past lives
Knowing love and hate, joy and sorrow...
They let us understand their sacrifices
The things that mankind has witnessed and felt
Look into the lake reflecting Heaven's stars
Where the spirits of men watch this world forever

Sunrise Taking the Wind SongSunrise comes as the wind song ends

Oh my love where are the stars of night?

I had slept and forgotten to gaze at them

Now the daylight passes through my shades...

When sunrise comes as the wind song ends

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Humanity

by ~MarluxiaXIII, Apr 4, 2012, 4:33:57 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

What is humanity?
Can you ever forget it?
What is humanity?
Can you ever lose it?

Some now days don't think
They let rage gather more
Some now days don't feel
They let hatred fuel them

There may be one Moon
Yet they want to move apart
There may be one Earth
Yet they think others inferior

Lives are lost just for hate
They don't even think twice
Lives are lost just for foolishness
They don't even feel remorse

There may be one Heaven
Though they never love
There may be one Hell
Though they never change

Some now days are so cruel
They hurt others and laugh
Some now days are so heartless
They hurt others and forget

What is humanity?
Can you ever forget it?
What is humanity?
Can you ever lose it?

I want people to know about my ancestors, I want them to know they were real human beings. Often people will look at the Natives, say that it was a sad thing for them to have suffered and that it would have happened no matter what. They say it wasn't as bad, try to hide the true story so others won't know. When they do these things it shows they don't understand... they don't think with their own hearts. How could people not know that the Indians who lived and fought during that chaos were just like them, were not just names placed on a piece of paper. Satanta, Lone Wolf and Satank all struggled to hold their territory, they saw so much hell just trying to be free men. The Kiowa people as well endured all of this, hoping to not lose their nation and country. For many years the madness of war dragged on... claiming so many of their lives. The white man never held back, he never tried to be merciful like a human being should. The white man did everything he could to hurt the Indians, everything he could to put them through a holocaust that nobody seems to remember today. In the end those Indians lost their country, lost everything that they cherished... it was all taken in a hail of bullets. I know the chiefs felt deep sorrow in their hearts, felt heartbreak and grief when it ended. The Kiowa people felt this as well, they all lost so much, more than any man should lose. They fought so long... only to be beaten by others who never thought about life, who never thought about how much blood they shed. Yes... those Natives were real people, they felt love and hate, joy and sorrow. Each was just like one of us today, they had hearts... they had lives that were taken away. For anyone to just say it would have happened anyway, that it wasn't as bad as it really was; to try to hide it, is completely heartless. Their lives were important too, their stories... shouldn't be forgotten like people seem to forget today. My own heart breaks... to see history pushed aside and hidden, to see my ancestors and their stories left with such a sad ending. People now days need to understand it all, so that maybe they won't cause these things to repeat... so that they will learn to treasure their humanity like they should.
-On the topic of The Native American Genocide

Humanityby ~MarluxiaXIII

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

A short poem and essay about the Native American Genocide, focusing mainly on the chaos the Kiowa (my tribe) endured during it. Satanta, Lone Wolf and Satank were all chiefs who kept the Kiowa together during the Indian Wars, they along with the people struggled to be free in the face of that chaos. They suffered so much all because others wanted to take their country. In the end those Kiowas were dealt a defeat, and they lost more than any human being should. Its a sad story, that seems to be pushed aside far too often. People need to stop hiding history like they do, it will only lead to it repeating itself again, only lead to more sorrow.

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~Spriglief Apr 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Love this line: "What is humanity? Can you ever lose it?"

~MarluxiaXIII Apr 13, 2012

Thank you very much

*MandyMullins2 Apr 4, 2012

People need to stop covering up stuff, period....I learned something else today that well and truly horrified me, and it shames me that I didn't know about it before

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I'll tell you if you want to know...

~MarluxiaXIII Apr 10, 2012

It never helps when ppl hide stuff its true, what was it? o-o

*MandyMullins2 Apr 10, 2012

I learned about these drones that the American military send out during war. They're these remote control things that send bombs out to areas where terrorists are suspected to be (or are). The bombs go off and kill everyone within their path...including children

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I didn't even know about them until about a week ago because one of my friends told me. They don't show the dead children on US television.

~MarluxiaXIII Apr 10, 2012

:/ Its sad that so many innocent people die in war, and its true a lot of things are hidden from the public eye. Happened after Hiroshima, Vietnam, etc. :/

*MandyMullins2 Apr 10, 2012

I feel ignorant that I didn't know about them before

~MarluxiaXIII Apr 10, 2012

:/ Not ur fault its the ppl who hide it from people who should know.

*MandyMullins2 Apr 10, 2012

That's true...but I have a tendency to miss things quite often

~MarluxiaXIII Apr 10, 2012

Try having adhd, x.X

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