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 Nov 2012 Emma
Anon C
In a fit of rage you were
Breath thick with liqueur
A shotgun in his face held
Such anger could not be quelled
Screams of hatred impure
Naive, I jump in unsure
Now a gun held in my face
Unaware of the danger I brace
Shouts to move, nothing heard
Life I protect, I hear no word
Stop, just stop, this makes no sense
What triggers a crime so immense
A crime of passion you would regret
Put down the gun, you are the threat
It is not worth your lover interred
Sighs of relief, that night no boom heard
I don't remember how this ended so at a loss on how to end it other than as it is.
 Nov 2012 Emma
PoetWhoKnowIt
Fame~
 Nov 2012 Emma
PoetWhoKnowIt
So you want to be rich?
                              You'd like to rule?
                                                     Nothing is better, nothing more cool.
It's really quite simple
                              1...
                                       2...
                                               3...
Just ignore your heart
                                     AND
                                                Release your greed
March as though
                            YOU
                                      own the place
Talk as though
                            YOU
                                       know it all
When someone sobs
                                  OR
                                         someone shirks
Tear them.
                .
                .  down

Or go berserk!

You know I'm right
You know it's true
                                
Who needs
                  family...
                                 friends...
                                                 love...
Being a ****
                    WILL
                                put you above
Girl after girl
                       WILL
                                  chase after you
Simply pretend
                          YOU
                                    know what to do
Want something done?
get THEM to do
                                      The world was made
                                       to be rearranged
Money. Wealth.
                           FAME.
                                         and Power.
Will satisfy
                         YOUR
                                       every hour
Oh...
      You'd rather be warm?
                                  You'd rather care?
Good luck my friend.
                              The world is unfair.
 Nov 2012 Emma
PoetWhoKnowIt
Two brothers march
off to war

To win a battle
to settle scores

They keep in step
Left-right-left

Drums, not hearts
their minds bereft

Through the fog
the 'enemy' lies

While back at home
their mother cries

Drums beat faster
as fog clears

Programmed to ****
for many years

Brothers see demonic eyes
fear screams- BOOM!

Who shot first
no time- assume

Two brothers aim
and shoot across

They've missed their mark
the guns, they toss

Dash together with
great speed

First to stab
and first to bleed

They lie together
attached by blade

Victory is lost
to a sick masquerade
Written quickly. Had it on my mind.
 Nov 2012 Emma
Luna Wolfe
Arms woven tightly
                  across my anxious chest
    My legs are spun together
                                       protecting the nest
I am ready.

                                                                                  There is excitement,                            nervousness
                                                             euphoria                                              fear.

                                                                                          I feel the world's array
                                                                                     flying over me,
                                                                                pulsing around me.
                                                                         The hearbeat of the stingray
                                                                                                                           throbbing throughout the sea.

The current, she is cold
                                  but the heartbeat keeps me warm.

I am a fetus of the ocean
My mother is the sea
                                                              My father will not let me drown
                                                              For he's the music guiding me.
                      
                             Leading me to adventure
                                                                                   to creation
                                                                                                                   to love
preparing my mind to see.
 Nov 2012 Emma
Luna Wolfe
October 29
 Nov 2012 Emma
Luna Wolfe
[time is not on our side but it is up to us to be on times side]

pulsing.
                 pulsing with the quickened
                 heartbeat of disappointment
                 failure on the first day
                 but i dont have to look at it
that way.
                 how rare to succeed on the first try
                 so instead of asking why
                 im going to ask when:
                 when will i be ready to re-
begin.
                 the answer is now: now or
                 never.  act out, dont just think
                 of things that are
clever.
                 face the brewing storm the inner
weather.
                 reach up to the sun to catch the eagle's
feather.


                                  bury it inside, wrapped in a clod of dirt
                                  blood and mud, parents of rebirth
                                  bursting from my eyes, back to the skies
                                                                                     where she belongs
                                  the eagle now carries my hurt

                                                   and when she flies
                                                                                    and fishes
                                                                                                      and dies
                                                   we'll be making compromise.
                                                   branches and roots become one, the same
                                                   reaching out to muffle the cries
 Nov 2012 Emma
Anon C
To Jesus you cried
Every time you had fallen off the wagon
Staring down an endless tunnel
You screamed how unfair the world had been
Yet who put you here except you, my tormentor
Needles, pipes, spoons these were your dreams
You forgot about what is on the other side of the veil
When you lost yourself floating on the ceiling
Daydreams and fickle nightmares, you got caught
Into a net that doesn't catch, it swallows
And ***** you into the bowels of Hell
Thanks for that, here I stand alone and I need you
I know how hard it is, God knows being human
The addictions are our best friend, worst ******* enemy
You forgot to look in my eyes deep and brown
And capture the love and need of a tiny child
So that child never grew up, she weeps today
Like a little six year old screaming, mommy
The hand was left outstretched and rotting
Now a pile of bones and ash, an echo
I love you as a little child must this is a rule
But you disappointed me beyond belief
Last time I saw you off in an ambulance
Sick with the demons that had ripped through your veins
I didn't believe it when I was told, hell for years I did not
Last time I spoke to you was years and years later
Sounding like you were a child with down syndrome
Who the ***** voice is this, sure as hell not what I recall
Spitting fiery lies about the man my father was
Maybe they weren't but who can believe a **** thing you say
You probably lied to and discarded him as well
You broke all our hearts, not just mine
My sister, leaving her my burden when she was but a child
How dare you break her heart the way you did, ******
Fraternal you had and you spit your acid on her as well
Making love to ***** needles dipped in sewage
Once you were a good person hands brown with work
Kindness a true value, giving the shirt off your back
Teaching about what is good in nature and spreading smiles
Once that was you but you fell in love with the devil
This is a jumbled mess but you, you love
You know exactly what the hell I am talking about
I love you but *******
Little too late.
 Nov 2012 Emma
Daniel Magner
We all said how much we hated it
that little town with nothing to do
we cried and called about its absolute
           waste of space.
Oh we would leave it and be
                                                      Glad
­No one ever even whispered a
maybe I'll miss it
just a little bit. or
                                           I lived here my whole life
****
Then I went back to visit
and for the first time in years
                  I was having a great time
                      in that little town we all swore
                                we'd never
                                           go back
                                                            to.
© Daniel Magner 2012
 Nov 2012 Emma
Luna Wolfe
April 9
 Nov 2012 Emma
Luna Wolfe
Silhouetted against the dark landscape of what I once knew
                                                                                                             lies a baby
                                                                                                                                 in a basket
                                                                                                                                                      with a crow

I wait
and wait
for the crow to fly
up, up and away from childish cries

but they are shadows;
a disloyal memory of my loving upbringing.

*


                                                                                                      Rooted with fear,
                                                                                                      I reach for the sky.
                                                                                                      My heart wants to stay,
                                                                                                      but my soul wants to fly.
                                                                                                      Just one more big stretch,
                                                                                                      the stars, they are nigh!
                                                                                                      But it's too late, I know,
                                                                                                      for soon,

I will die.
 Nov 2012 Emma
Cain Arkay Lazarus
Icy pitch
No warmth in her tone
all is cold
she frosts glass with her breath
her nose almost touching the mirror
glaring coldly into her own eyes
tears freeze
in the middle of their
descent
down her stony face
but the blue blood that drips down
into the sink
makes her arms feel warm
and fills her with
fire
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