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Literature
Existing and Listening
Listen,
I know you're not listening.
You're asleep and I'm just considering,
That you might just hear me,
As I hold your hand and speak,
Words of truth, love and honesty.
Feeling,
Feeling like you're so far away,
Even though you're right next to my face.
I hold you while you sleep,
For fear of losing you in my dreams.
But I can't create the need for you,
When you're leaving in two short days;
And you can't say when I'll see you again,
So let me explain...
I'll always need you,
So I hope I can meet you,
In three years when you wake up,
When your dreams are reality.
So we can try, try, try again,
To be more than just good friends.
Listen,
I know you're not missing me.
You're afar and I'm just existing,
Writing this and listing,
The things I did wrong and girl,
I'm still seeking,
Words of truth, love and honesty.
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Literature
It Happened Again.
It happened again.
Smash my heart into a million pieces,
With only the intention of being friends.
It's what you do best,
After drinking and forgetting,
That nothing to me means more than this.
Oh, babe,
It's just another morning.
So wake up and relive,
Or tell me to just go kill myself.
Oh, I see that you've forgotten,
All those lovely words again.
I'll forgive you, and I'll never forget you;
It's impossible for me to replace you.
I'd have to recreate dreams, within dreams,
To dream of something more beautiful it seems...
So take my hand and...
Wait -
I'm letting you go this time,
Just like you asked that night.
And I can see why,
You never let me in to see,
Just how deep you kept me.
Because I can still see the sun,
And it's hindering my vision.
But it's still so hard to breathe air into my lungs,
Just knowing I'll never reach the surface of your love.
It happened again.
Smash my heart into a million pieces,
With only the intention of being friends.
It's what you do best,
After drink
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Literature
The Last Time I Saw Beautiful.
The streetlights tucked into tidal waves;
This disaster found itself uncertain in it's ways.
After a fresh breath of air, I search for you.
The harbor lights try to guide me to your view.
I can't remember the last time I saw beautiful,
Let alone said beautiful.
I swim to what's left;
A broken shore under distress.
I cater myself to medicine;
An overdose of oxygen.
As the wind whips my skin,
I remember how it came to this.
There we were,
Happy and alone, in each other's arms.
Then came a storm,
And washed everything, everything away.
The streetlights tucked into tidal waves;
This disaster found itself uncertain in its ways.
After a fresh breath of air, I search for you.
The harbor lights try to guide me to your view.
I can't remember the last time I saw beautiful,
Let alone said beautiful.
As the sky clears, and silence prevails,
I see the storm giving up, as it's done just enough,
To destroy what little life I had left.
These ruins, look so peaceful,
But yet distressed.
As my eyes sear
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Literature
I Could Find My Way.
I spend my nights searching for sleep,
But still I find earthquakes and firestorms and tidal waves.
My retinas burn and then are cleansed by the waves,
That crash over my aching, broken body.
I find the will to pick up the pen to put pressure to the wound,
And yet I am still wrong.
The pen will never cover the dense population of this laceration;
It is meant to last forever.
I reply however, nothing is meant to last forever.
But how simple expressions can be wrong.
A safe position I search for to correct the assembly line,
Hidden from the overnight caretaker.
I am spent like the hidden dollar in the jeans washed too many times without warning.
I am spent like emotion searching for a maker; a match.
I should have had warning.
I am the dollar wishing I was still with those jeans;
I am a white washed soul.
I am searching for your warmth.
I know where you are and who you are,
What you sound like, what you look like.
I know exactly where I want to be.
Please reach out to me.
I have noticed
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Literature
Predestined.
I feel as if I'm predestined for this train wreck;
I'm in love with the carnage.
The tracks lead us to the end.
I don't think we'll make it much farther,
With no hearts to defend.
They've been torn from the chest,
Like stars from the skies on the purest black nights,
As we search for the eyes of lost love still lingering.
The sun from the window disguises your presence.
You said you were leaving, and this time you meant it.
I've seen you disappear before,
But I fail to determine whether you are in fact real.
I try to find the science of your magnificent departure.
I turn my head away and close my eyes,
A desperate measure to hear your voice.
I hear you in the distance,
I just can't seem to see you anymore.
I turn my head in your direction and you're still just a picture.
I feel as if I'm predestined for this train wreck;
I'm in love with the carnage.
The tracks lead us to the end.
I don't think we'll make it much farther,
With no hearts to defend.
They've been torn from the chest,
Like
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Literature
Ink and Energy.
If I keep writing,
I'll run out of ink and energy,
To keep trying to say these things to you.
So let me stop at ellipses not read quite yet,
And ask you a question,
Did you mean all those things you said?
If you can never trust me,
Then trust me,
I'll never trust myself.
It can't be easy when I tell you,
That I'll be just fine alone.
If you can never trust me,
Then trust me,
I'll be just fine.
Spent part of the night,
And all of the morning,
Questioning how you really feel...
I still feel the same,
But I can't take you,
And I'll follow through with time,
And let it heal today and yesterday,
Oh, how I wish I was still dreaming,
And realizing that what I did was wrong,
But that I could fix a bridge broken in between...
But I'm terrified of this now.
If I keep writing,
I'll run out of ink and energy,
To keep trying to say these things to you.
So let me stop at ellipses not read quite yet,
And ask you a question,
Did you mean all those things you said?
It can't be easy when I tell you,
Tha
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Literature
Rain Drops on a Cold Night.
Words were never meant for beauty,
To be described,
But sounds slowly descibe you,
Unwritten but painted through in black and white.
I've never felt so out of place,
To never want something more than this.
I knew when I heard the rain drop,
That my heart dropped along for the ride.
Take me tonight to your emptiness inside,
So I can fill the void in right.
I know it takes time to heal the wounds,
That we've made along the way,
But I want to see again and so do you.
I want to make you feel beautiful.
I want to make you feel again.
I've never felt so out of place,
To never want something more than this.
It's raining outside.
I feel this moment,
Has been lasting for days.
I'll wait for you to if you want me to,
I'll help you to feel the way...
I'll show you the world through the rain.
Keep you dry and show you the world outside.
Protect you but be by your side.
If I am what you want then follow me in the rain.
We'll lose what we've held for so long,
That has been holding us back from mendi
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Literature
Papercut Rehearsal.
I'm looking at you through the mirror,
And I see you that you're still shivering.
And to be completely honest,
By the sudden drop of temperature in my chest-
I have a feeling that these words,
Which I've written backwards,
Will never make it past your lips.
...Rehearse the silence,
I'm not sure what to say -
I've never had a name leave a bad taste.
But you roll off of the tongue so easy.
I'm so tempted by fate.
I'm never seen in your dreams,
But dreams torn apart,
Are papercuts mended by sleep.
Slow motion, this movie shot through glass is made.
You're a star, and tonight the skies are flashing-
Like cameras, and you're reflecting light on my face-
And to be completely honest,
For the first time in years, I smile,
And you still seem like a dream I can't accomplish.
A sleep I cannot dream.
A feeling I cannot feel.
...The actress does not finish her first three lines,
And the crowd can't help but to feel dissapointment.
Shh, please - cast your shadow alone in the dark.
I can do this with
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Literature
The Lion's Den.
Cuts sew slowly in a sleeve's shadow,
Just as a lover's whispered words sound hollow.
Seperate the monument from the fact,
And we are nothing, yet glorified.
My experience in surrender is gifted architecture-
In a world at war with time.
We are symbolized as revolution,
But we're sneaking beyond border lines.
Like quicksand, these faces pull you in.
A pull like a lion starving for attention.
A pull becomes a drag and we're told stories by-
Lion-sadomasochists searching for revenge.
Cuts sew slowly in a sleeve's shadow,
Just as a lover's whispered words sound hollow.
Is this the end of time?
Where the tallest tower falls?
And hot air balloons sink into the sand?
We fail as we rise because of our gifted minds.
Is this all we can give,
To time and our lives?
The rank on our sleeve hides the bite marks,
That have been glorified beyond promising solutions.
We are the problem in the lion's den.
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Literature
Whispers Hurt.
There's something about the look in your eyes,
During your violent screams at the sky.
The snow seems to moisten your tongue,
All the while your heart is drying out.
I like to watch you hold your breath,
But this time you're different,
I can feel it coming ahead,
This feeling is not permanent...
So, let me say that I would like to see you...
Girl, would you meet me in the city?
I could tell you the truth;
This endless goodbye concerns me.
If my voice ever reached you,
I would assume you feel alone and cold.
So secret--I'll try.
I'll be by the front door,
Waiting to knock with knuckles turned in on the creases,
Telling myself to stop sh-sh-shivering and in the mean time,
And I know you're inside, having a good time without time on your mind.
So secret--I'll try.
There's something about the look in your eyes,
During your violent screams at the sky.
The snow seems to moisten your tongue,
All the while your heart is drying out.
This endless goodbye concerns me.
If my voice ever reaches you
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Literature
'Finding Inspiration.'
I can't believe you're all that I need.
A slap to the wrist is the calm before the storm.
Suffering; I am existing to exit from this grief,
Without you I am watching my life unfold through your inner extremities.
I'll travel through starvation,
And if you come back to the center,
I'll lend a hand to your patience,
To end my weak and weary walk alone;
I chance to unravel to just a broken heart,
To make you feel as if you are at home.
I try to change but I can't seem-
To find the inspiration left in me;
I look to you from a frozen window view,
And I'm lost in the frost on the windowpane.
So here I am spelling your name,
And just in case you fall through the snow,
I'll grab your hand and direct you where to go.
I can always find inspiration in you.
I can't always find inspiration in me.
I try to change but I can't seem-
To find the inspiration left in me;
I look to you from a frozen window view,
And I'm lost in the frost on the windowpane.
So here I am spelling your name,
And just in case
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Literature
Written In Your Words.
Holding your chest,
You're glaring at me in spite,
And now I'm cold and warm inside,
With a cigarette as misplaced warmth.
I'm sorry,
The sight of you made me angry,
So I got up quickly and left the party.
Lock yourself up behind closed doors;
Like you always do when you're afraid.
Talking through solid,
"I can never be with you, again!"
...I'm sorry, but you you should love her,
Not me, because I'm three steps away from being a friend.
Oh, cigarette as misplaced warmth,
Hold me at night because its gone.
I hear the door slam and I inspect,
Careful not to breathe in too deep,
Expecting so much more of a confrontation...
After the marks dissapeared from the neck,
He picked up his feet and walked away.
Now it's just me and my cigarette,
And a lighter holding my hand...
I have such a beautiful signature,
And this is in sincerity:
We're over.
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Literature
Cardboard Cover Ups.
I listen to your cardboard cover ups,
And you know I tell you that you're worthless.
Your metal teeth belong to my empty love,
And you know I can see myself in you.
Rip, rip away each day;
Try to remember the one smile not self induced.
I'm missing my teeth but I can forget,
Because I am finally red enough to deal with it.
Seduce my skin, you are my fortress.
Every night I hang from my wrist--
Missing your kiss.
I've been meaning to apologize,
But I've lost track of time.
I'll pull a chair for you, soft like tissue;
I know your favorite color has always been mine.
Why did I ever hold you like this?
Your smile and lips  paralyze me into submission.,
Yet at the end of the night I always wash away what's left.
I listen to your cardboard cover ups,
And you know I tell you that you're worthless.
Your metal teeth belong to love,
And you know I can see myself in you.
Kisses are invisible cuts.
Cuts are you.
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Literature
What Would I Say to You?
Overwhelmed but repeating;
I'm clearly sobbing but I have to be rational here.
Insanity erases memories.
Turn to the creator's tongue--
Receive lashings wet from tears to the face; the message is clear.
My jaw cracks from the pressure;
What would I say to you?
And with every morning I splinter with wonder,
Would I still have to tell the truth?
And with every morning I sacrifice warning,
Would I still have the courage to speak?
Our wrists become too tight to unwind,
And maybe we are held by the artist inside of all of us.
I can create a moment of beautiful existence in mind,
But the greatest therapy will always be a cut on the wrist.
A falsetto heartbeat breaks the silence just in time,
And I can see you faintly through the keyhole's despair.
Overwhelmed but repeating,
I'm clearly sobbing but I have to be rational here.
Turn to the creator's tongue.
My eyes water from the snapshot rendering;
How could I look to you?
And with every night I refrain from speaking,
Would I still have to tel
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Literature
Hold the Camera Still.
These stars are scars forming constellations,
But we're all missing the point,
That they just light the way to stellar confusion;
Turning love into light into life,
And we're burning; steering into the sun.
Sound effects and dramatics,
Hopeless romantics.
My throat is raw from your voice.
Please hold the camera still,
It's you I can't seem to feel anymore.
It's your finger on the trigger,
That's making me shiver,
And in this cold shower I'm a star--
But without you I am alone,
Forgetting my lines in between the scars.
Wrap me in your warmth,
But hold the camera still.
It's your smile that carries us through tonight.
Rehearse goodbye.
I can taste it on your lips,
And I'm not even near you.
Rehearse goodbye,
It's not even worth the effort,
Or the time it would take.
But tonight, I'm hoping,
Hoping words can move you...
Let's drop the script,
And just walk away.
It could be like we never met;
Forgetting each other's names.
But instead we say how we felt,
And how we feel,
And how we fell.
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Literature
Open Wound.
Just like blood spills over an open wound,
You're always quick to close the casket.
Deny the ability to heal;
Feed your sentences with ten dollar pity.
I feel no sympathy for you,
With your scripted lessons in remorse.
I feel the way you reassure to the helping hand,
Until another gives you a better reach.
You slap away dignity with stolen fashion sense.
Continue to wrap yourself in graphic synthetics;
You will never become respect.
Just like blood spills over an open wound,
You're always quick to hide the cut.
Caught with metal teeth,
Words become your Achilles,
Unknowingly becoming your beliefs.
The fire looks so bright because of warmth,
And yet, you forget to thank those who provided the wood.
I become the ember after an eternity of giving;
I burn from remarks made of fraudulence.
Just like blood spills over an open wound,
You're always quick to cover the abrasion.
I will bleed no more.
I expel the shrapnel from thy skin.
I have done no wrong.
I am the innocence to your belated chi
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Any of my watchers still out there and about on DA?

I'm in the midst of getting the majority of my works published! I'm excited.

I haven't written in a long time, due to problems out of my control. The most important thing, however, is that I am alive and well.

How is everyone?
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MoonkissedRedRose Featured By Owner May 15, 2009
thanks for the :+fav: :heart:
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OrdinaryOddity Featured By Owner Jun 5, 2008   Photographer
wow...DA... its been so loooong, good thing i SUCK now!

ftw.

lolrotflmfao
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jackflint Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2007
DONT CLICK ON THE LINK
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Disturbed1Maddie Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2006
Thanks for the fave. You seem like the kind of guy who appreciates good Shakespeare. :D
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Cystic-Cynic Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2005
Hey DJ, how was the training? =p


Glad to have you back man!
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dutchshun Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2005
Great Poetry !








wishing well
coins desire
dreams ripple~
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PinkWeeds Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2005
you use the word "hunny" a lot in your poetry- I think if you could push past that you're poetry would really be amazing.
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wannabedylan Featured By Owner May 30, 2005
Wow your stuff is excellent.Nice one man.
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