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Graduation DayGraduation Day:

They told us we would be alright...

We had fought with honour and won our titles.

We had overcome trials together -

Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.

For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;

A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.

All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.

Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...

There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.

Walking miles across the scorching desert,

Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.

Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -

Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned.

I wish...I wish I was a monster
So I could be kind
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I was colored
So I could respect people
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I was a man
So I could be kind to women
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I had male friends
So we could all be..
Just friends
And break the stereotypes.

I wish I had autism
So I could prove that autism,
Does NOT mean "dumb".
And I could break the stereotypes.

I wish I could change the world.
But sometimes, you can't break a stereotype.

Only stereotypes, can break you.

Lingerhow can i move forward,
when the fingerprints of my insecurities
are still lingering within my chest,
pressing against my ribs like piano keys?
i am just waiting, for the day,
when the saddest parts of me
are overcome with songs of serenity.

Pretty Blue PillsPretty blue pills,
shiny in my palm,
the ticket to my peace,
to my eternal calm.

They're so perfectly round,
and soon they'll be in me.
The closest to perfect
that I'll ever be.

They go down so smooth.
Five, ten, fifteen and twenty.
Soon I'll be gone.
Twenty-five and Thirty.

That should be enough,
but I'll play it safe.
Thirty-five and forty.
Now I have no more to take.

The bottle is empty,
as empty as I feel.
None of this is happening,
too good to be real.

But soon I start to drift
into a dark unknown fog.
Somewhere quite distantly.
I hear a muffled sob.

But I blow it off as fake.
Nobody could possibly care.
I doubt anyone's noticed
th

You don't just die.Do you understand?
The blade against your wrist
Doesn't just slice your skin.
It cuts through others
Hearts
Souls
And sanity.

Do you understand?
You don't just kill yourself.
You kill everyone.
Everyone dies
Everyone cries
Everyone suffers
From YOUR goodbyes.

Do you understand?
You don't just die.
You take everyone down
With you.

PhantomWhen life
or fate
or whatever it is
that puts things together
and takes them apart...
when It
amputated you,
it left me
with a phantom
limb
and you are still attached
to my body
when I dance
and make love
alone

ten ways this breakup isn't meant for the movies1.
you go out for twelve eggs and come back
with half a dozen and a new girlfriend.
you hold the eggs out to me like
six dead birds is enough of a peace offering.

2.
i push the eggs out of your hand and stay
with my hand over your heart as i watch them
fall. if they do not hit the ground, this is all a dream.

3.
the eggs smash on the tile and splatter
on the cherry wood cabinets, newly installed
that cost me two paychecks.

3.
the egg whites hit your leather shoes that
you’ve worn for two months straight
because you think they make you look more sophisticated.

3.
the egg whites hit the fridge halfway up, barely touching
the moose mag

Dear friend,You have to understand, dear
The reason to why I run.
I run away from reality
From the lungs that cannot
Take anymore smoke
From the heart that threatens to
Stop...
I run away because
I'm a coward
Because I'm afraid of life
Afraid to care or love.
I'm afraid that every time
I'm glad it blows up in my face
And that every time I smile
I shed a million more tears.
That's why I run, dear
You have to understand.
I was destined to be a fighter but
I don't want to fight anymore.
I was destined to be a warrior
But how am I supposed to win when
The war I fight is against life itself?
I know that I always blow everything up but-
I keep stepping on mines, dear...
...I keep stepping on mines...

ellipsisshe goes to sleep
clawing at her chest with pinpoint accuracy
for an emptiness she can’t describe,
but hates all the same. tomorrow

she will write a letter: “dear boy,
i always wanted to be somebody’s
flowery poem, but the verses carved in my arms
are riddled with ugly clichés. & you are why

i don’t sleep through the night. if
we were a language, i was the
subordinating conjunction, you were

the punctuation.

i remember you in staccato
conclusions, solemn absences
of goodbye”

brain squealsI beat depressions in the earth
for my brain squeals and waves
that burst in my wet ears
until something makes me drown.
I will. (again) V.

Virginia,

put rocks in pockets
and walk right in --
I'll drink your overcoat
until your throat weeps
and your soaked hair
weighs you down.

I promise.

with love,
Ouse.

P.S.
brain squeals are from cold sweats
sleep well.

TearsI am not afraid to cry.

I am not afraid for you to see the tears

My tears.

Don’t tell me I have no heart.

Don’t tell me I have no soul.

For without them I could not cry.

You may not see my tears but they are there.

I have learned to let myself cry for the things I’ve loved,

For the things I’ve lost.

They are silent tears, but they are mine.

So let me cry.

Let me show you I have a heart.

Let the things that touch my heart be shown through my tears.

I am not afraid to cry.

I am notI’m not your little boy.
You’re not my little girl.
I’m just someone you met,
And wants to change the world
I’m not the prince in your dreams
I don’t have smarts or might
I’m just the one that screams
And cries to sleep at night
I’m not who you want me to be.
I will never be what you are.
I’m myself, I am free.
I’m not ashamed of my scars
I’m not that weak
You’re not that strong
You still have company
But I’m still alone
So I speak
Though this poem.
It’s not a pretty love song
I’m just saying what pains me, explaining what’s going on.
Because I am not perfect,
I’m not retarded,
I’m just like you,
Broken Hearted
Never forget,
There is always a reason to be
And I won’t regret
I’m always happy to be me.

They Called Her UglyThey called her ugly
and she screamed that she was beautiful
because that is what she believed
and They screamed twice as loud
and They left a small scar on her arm that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.

They called her ugly
and she yelled that she was beautiful
because that is what she thought she was
and They yelled three times as loud
and They left a bigger scar on her other arm that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.

They called her ugly
and she said that she was beautiful
because that is what she hoped
and They just said it louder
and They left a scar on face that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.

They call

combatantI.
it strikes me
that this woman
could be a palace.

I marvel at
the opulent dome of
her brow, her arch
expression—

skin like a courtyard of
ivory tiles,
a thousand intersecting
golden lines about her
head and neck.

she beams from atop her
sunlit tower,
beatific and beautiful,

spreads her arms like
open doors,
invites you to be one of

the many
who have wandered her
lavish halls.

II.
I’ve often thought
of myself
as a castle:

all rough-hewn stone
and turrets,
a temper like molten
tar.

my head is crowned
with
embattled parapets,

weapons readied
at the crenels.

I look out from my
guerites, my brattices,
eyes like arrow-slits

Second ShadowThe hand on your shoulder
The whispers in your mind
The words on your tongue
The voice in your throat
And the feelings in your soul

To drive to madness
To seduce the insane
To draw the blood
And dull the senses
To plague the memories
Of damage done
To fake safe haven
As the character changes

Light the anger and fuel the rage
Another mind to feed
A second shadow
To take you into eternity

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Valentine's DayYour beauty blows me away
into the wind as you walk with the beat,
Dancing with friends, seizing the day.
You notice me as I raise back to my feet.

Our eyes meet as you walk toward me,
This scene, so very ascetic
Your eyes sparkling an enchanting scheme,
My adoration, clinging like static.

With each word you speak,
An epic story of untold wonder is shed,
A land of joy with a simple kiss on the cheek.
A crowd of lively laughter with each riddle read.

When I see your caring heart untwine,
I ask, "Will you be my Valentine?"

A Certain SocietyFrom within this place
of knowledge, of so many; there are few
of whom I'd face.
Albeit seldom times I may do.

With each, is a porcelain doll
that appear, know, and act the same.
A class sorted with each and all,
Except for I, thrown into the rain.

A body with airs of a choir,
A voice with a single sound of "delight".
Though hidden is the flaw, from its liar
And drifted away is it, with the night.

Anyone who thinks "To each, his own"
Is ever left alone.

StrugglingStruggling through safety and danger,
The traveler moves through.
The dream of arrival stays within him,
As he strives along.

Peril lurking at any corner,
Death at an easy reach.
The traveler still moves through,
As he strives along.

Struggling to survive this storm,
Passing through until danger struck,
Laying on the ground helpless.

Seeing light on the other end,
He strives along it until he comes to find,
A figure declares sincerely to him:

"It is not your time yet!
You must go back!"

And He sends the uninvited traveler,
Back to his world.
Confidence moving within,
As he strives along.

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The Voice for the Children

by ~Avorio-Arte, May 10, 2010, 5:42:25 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Can you hear their cries,
For help?
Can you see their last tear fall
From their face?

Invisible children,
Whose eyes shed their last tear,
Before they run dry,
From their constant pain and fear.

On their hands and knees,
Praying for His light,
Praying for a brighter day.

Trapped in a dark room,
Where the light won't shine.
Where very pleasure thrown away,
To an unfamiliar corner?

Can you feel their soul,
Scream out to somebody,
to hear their plea?

Invisible children,
On their hands and knees,
Praying for His light,
Praying, for a brighter day.

Praying for,
A brighter day.

Pouvez vous entendre leur cri,
Pour l'aide?
Pouvez vous voyez leur larme dernier tomber
De leur visage?

The Voice for the Childrenby ~Avorio-Arte

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I became HIGHLY inspired after hearing

sing Prayer of the Children in chorus. Well done Kami!!! Anyway, I can't think of a name...so until I think of a better one, this is it. I am definitely going to try to turn this into a song. This poem/song is against child abuse, while a The Prayer of the Children is about children in other countries forced to become soldiers.

!schofieldalan Jan 29, 2011

Have you seen the film Invisible Children? It's a few years old now, but a documentary no less powerful now as it was when it was released. It's exactly what this poem is about. This piece is not subtle at all is it? It seems like it was written with the intent of making the reader sad. Was that the intent? Or was it just a cry from with in that needed to be shared? Either way, could you give us a glimpse of hope at the end? "Unify, children of the day anew, and let in a brighter day shine" or something, ya know?

~Avorio-Arte Jan 30, 2011 Hobbyist Photographer

The whole poem is about the children suffering as they are forced to become soldiers, child who are abused, or are living in poverty. As much as we all would like it, there isn't all of this happiness and hope in the world, that is what this poem is about. It is a cry FOR help, not explaining help itself...

=LaxmiJayaraj Sep 28, 2010

Very Good!!!

~Avorio-Arte Sep 29, 2010 Hobbyist Photographer

Thank you!

*EarthHart May 19, 2010

Nice one, m'deer

Here's something that may go with it [link]

~Avorio-Arte May 19, 2010 Hobbyist Photographer

WOW! That has excellent and deep meaning, it definitely goes with this and thank you!

*EarthHart May 21, 2010

~LOLbrokemyheart May 17, 2010

Hmmm...Doesn't "Save thee" translate to "Save you?" So...I'm guessing that's an error. Aggghhh!! I'm nitpicking!! Gomen-asai Avorio-Arte-Sama!!

~Avorio-Arte May 18, 2010 Hobbyist Photographer

Umm...ok lol

!soundczechxD May 10, 2010

cute :]

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