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Homosexuality BitesThey found me slumped over in the school showers
With a towel loosely wrapped around my waist
Scalding hot water was blistering my skin
As I bled from an unspeakable place

A hard-handed teacher dragged me to my feet
With little or no sign of sympathy
For the bruising to my feeble framed ribcage
And the fractures to my identity

I think they all thought that I had it coming
As no one was willing to testify
That the sodomy inflicted upon me
Was something to which I hadn’t complied

Boisterous boys laughing in the corridors
As I shamefully limped throughout the day
Not a thought for the pain that was inflicted
Just worried for what my pa

I Am a WriterI am a writer.
Yes, it’s easy for me to fall into a dream.
But there is nothing wrong with being tighter
With a story’s theme.

I am a writer.
That is all I will ever want to be
In the end, my story will be lighter,
And my characters will finally be free.

I am a writer.
There is nothing easier to say than that.
I will never let a story wither
Nor let a story fall flat

I am a soon to be author.
With several books ready to be read,
I want them to have great honor
And wish there will be tears shed.

To HooverHoover state: waking up to sleep
because that’s all I’m good for;
out of work, out of time again
and my brother won’t spare a dime.

Blanket sweat reminds me of this
Hoover state: waking up to sleep
in depressions of this planet;
the moon weeps for me in daytime.

I yank my pockets out, like it's
my country's flag; punch-line of the
Hoover state: waking up to sleep
in my sagging skin on decline.

I've no penny to my name,
jumping out the window (one
last time) makes me worth more in this
Hoover state: waking up to sleep.

Twinkle StarTwinkle twinkle little star
Noone cares just who you are
When you fall the fall is far
Twinkle twinkle superstar.

Pieces of chessKings and pawns are all the same
All but pieces in a game
A stroke of luck
A touch of ill fate
Decides in the end who will be
Checkmate

The Soldier's Letter To HomeI write this from my death bed
My eyes fading in the light
Drowned in crimson red,
Drowned in shaking fright.
The enemy has won
The war now has ended
And though killed by my son
May his sins be ammended.
For this is Civil War
I cannot change the tide
So from you I implore
Do what is right.

Bury me somewhere nice
Near, and fair to look at
And forgive my son his sins;
For in war, no one wins.

Take Death's HandI do not fear Death.
My life has been long enough.
It's time I take my last breath.
I shall not rebuff.
Death stands by my side,
his hand extended for me to take.
His face is veiled like that of a bride.
This life I now forsake
as Death takes me away.
I do not regret
for I am free of the fray.
Please do not fret
for I am okay.

~Evil creatures~

They're evil creatures in the night
Lurking in the shadows but still seeing there sight
From they're pale skin and glowing eyes
Out there graves they will rise
Moaning and groaning is what you hear
Your body will soon fill with fear

They walk or run in a fast pace
Here they come for the chase
Get ready for the fear
Coming through the door they are here
Board up the windows to keep them away
This is the place you don't want to stay

It's too late now they're breaking in
It's a fight you may not win
Grab you shotgun prepare for the fight
This battle may last all night
Pain and blood come from your arm
A bite from these creatures can cause muc

AveryHis veins are filled with music and with stars.
His thoughts are filled with emptiness and flow.
His voice is made of dusty old guitars.
His mind’s a rusty cog that clanks below.
And these affects and gifts with which he’s blessed –
Or cursed, as alternately it may be –
Are some well-known and some yet unaddressed,
And they determine all that he must see.
But when his veins must open up and burst
And when his thoughts in dark directions fly,
When all his voice can do is preach the worst,
When all his mind can think to do is die –
It gives him pause to check himself and breathe.
May he stay in this world and never

EndlingHere am I, the captive thylacine
Treading my tiger-striped, ungainly way
Around the metal-mesh confinement of my cage
Here am I, exhibited, exhumed
Brought from the brink to pace another day
A living testament, a final thumbmarked page
Here am I, the only specimen
Bereft of mate, of pups, of kin, of kind
Watching the claws of history extending
Here am I, the final thylacine
The only one, the last, the lost, the endling.

Who Was HeHe stood at the average height for men.
His built was quite average.
His eyes were that of cyan.
Nonetheless, he was average.

His hair was that of blonde,
Nearly, white.
His walk and personality had a great bond.
He was a confident sight.

His skin was a delicate peach.
His muscles were quite firm.
So irresistible, a teasing reach.
His appearance had its own term.

One that the dictionary cannot confirm.

Who was he?
That man with his own sea?
He was one without a name.
His appearance was a taunting game.
He was one without a number for an age.
Forget it, he’s fake on this page.

SuicideThere's no blood on her hands
Bullet holes in the door
Nothing but colored pills
And her lying on the floor

You look at her face
There's despair in her eyes
And you wonder what she thought
As she fell and died

And maybe you're begging her to come back
And maybe you're asking why she let go
The hurt in your chest feels like a heart attack
And now you finally know

Maybe you could've helped her
If you'd looked past your own nose
Maybe she'd be alive now
You had a chance, this is what you chose
Now maybe you'll learn from things
That you didn't see
Maybe you'll open your eyes
And rescue him, or her, or me
Maybe she cried a prayer
For the oth

All AloneI'm sitting in my four walled room
Their closing in, like an ancient tomb
I feel like I'm wasting time for two
When all I want is me and you

One WindowOne window is all I need
To see the world for what it truly is
With my mind a system of creed.
My talent can depict or dismiss
This world of goals, so hear my heed.

I sit down beside a journal,
My fingers clutching a pencil.
I will make my character’s life spiral
And send them off to a council
Where they must advance through the next trial.

One window is all I need
To watch them afar a long, hazy field,
Where I can study their speed
Of understanding when they will yield
Of life, itself, so they need to hear my heed.

My character’s goal,
As well as mine,
Is to be whole
And see how bright life can shine
Even through the darkness

Last RoadTwo people, both alike in personality,
Shared a home where the scene was played,
From shattered souls to new beginnings,
Where screams were heard on this doomsday.
From golden moons crisp as the sun,
A mother who has not yet won,
The illness will strive until the deed is done,
Even if the daughter has not begun.
The road that lies ahead,
Is now a mother who is dead,
With hugs and kisses that are gone,
The daughter who will beat them all;
Thy which your eyes and ears can pretend,
What here shall be a transformation undid.

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psycopomps in midnight sighing,
just outside these mildewed walls.

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Old men passed between them,
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as the dead began to sing.
Heavens parted wider;
winds prickled at our skin.

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by ~Somnolent-Droid, Oct 17, 2012, 12:49:29 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

When the stirring of the tides echo lonely with the flow,
and winter rears his icy head and threatens coming snow,
when the very last of flowers, sadly crumple and decay,
when nights become much darker and longer than the day,
when the stars shine subtly brighter than anything I've seen,
then we'll come to realise - we were living in a dream.

Golden Candlesby ~Somnolent-Droid

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Just a short poem that came to me as I listened to the ocean waves...

~NotenSMSK Dec 23, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I like this. The meter is well maintained and this is on my birthday

happy belated birthday to me

now the first two lines did leave a similar feel as I had with your last work. When the stirring of tides echo "lonely"...? with the flow? If you meant echo the WORD lonely, then add lonely, in quotes... like I just did. And winter would rear his icy head (fine till here) and threatens WITH coming snow should be the expression. Threatens coming snow... well you might be wanting to match the meter and I am personally a bit doubtful that this may as well be correct. Well you may keep it

but the rest was really good

I liked the expressions and the meter of the work and the theme as well. Good job!

~Somnolent-Droid Feb 24, 2013

Thanks very much for another wonderful and in-depth review! I always appreciate all the time and effort you put in! I feel very guilty that I haven't looked at any of your work, or finished your picture yet!

hope to amend all that very shorty! Thanks again!

~NotenSMSK Mar 3, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

No worries, I haven't put much works... except my latest one which might work for you

as far as the piece is concerned, I don't want to nudge you on that

take your time

~Somnolent-Droid Mar 4, 2013

Aw thanks!

~NotenSMSK Mar 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You're welcome

~SplitNinja Oct 20, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

The ocean is something that makes people want to dream.

~Somnolent-Droid Oct 20, 2012

I always feel that way. It's mesmerizing.

How have you been getting on anyway?

~SplitNinja Oct 20, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

When I'm next to the ocean I feel the need to be with it.

Okay, I suppose. Been busy. I'm still not sure where to start for my fund raising if I get accepted by a program for a trip to Italy and Greece. I also plan on getting silk screening classes in December and I plan on going to an anime convention next year in March, even if I'm going to be busy trying to get money for my trip. I'm also in lion dancing club at my school, which takes a lot of my time. Then there's college related stuff I'll have to do because I'm a junior. Got to prepare. So, I've definitely got a tall order ahead of me.

~Somnolent-Droid Oct 20, 2012

Wow, looks like you've certainly got a busy schedule there! I hope you get accepted for your trip. I've never been to an anime convention, the only stuff I've found that I like so far is Monster and Death Note. I bet it'll be cool though.

Well good luck with it all!

~SplitNinja Oct 20, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Yup! I'm trying to stay afloat here. There are many animes out there for you.

I'm a One Piece fan myself.

Thanks!

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