This is IronyI count the passing of days in ashtray soldiers,This is Irony by MozartsNemesis
and stillness in the words of dead poets.
We write our secrets on the inside of our lungs
and hide truths on the inside of our stanzas,
because it’s acceptable to wear hatred on your arms,
but vulnerability is a mark of weakness.
I have choked down everything: pain and shame and arsenic tranquility,
to spew forth such paltry words and call it poetry.
A waltz away from thirty eight caliber oblivion
we press back, back
because death isn’t as romantic as we hoped,
and poison is quieter than a gunshot.
Late Night Poets Official DA Kickoff!Late Night Poets Official DA Kickoff! by MozartsNemesis
Late Night Poets
Hey guys and girls, welcome to Late Night Poets, DA Edition. I personally have known the Late Night Poets on AOL for a couple of years, and they are some amazing, talented individuals. Most questions you have can be answered by their website here: http://latenightpoets.com/
Also the first official newsletter is out, and I'm going to have to provide a link for it, because after three hours of trying to upload it onto DA, I put my head down in defeat. ^.^ Newsletter.
To a war-torn girlYou are so much moreTo a war-torn girl by MozartsNemesis
than body parts and ash.
You are more than battle scars
on knuckles, wrists, or heart.
You are more than a refugee
huddled in a blanket on the far side of a fire,
and I will not let you forget it.
You are steel-spined and soft-hearted,
ocean-born and tempest annealed.
You have strode into fire and famine
to stare death in it's face
and you have wept for those consumed;
Your tears do not speak to weakness.
Your eyelids are seared with memories
that would crush mere men with the weight of them,
yet still you sing hymns of remembrance and
anthems of a persevering future.
You are a reassuring lighthouse on a violent shore
and though the rains may march and thunder cannonade,
you stand, illuminated, a beacon of hope,
a message clear:
Whatever may come, it will not wreck you,
for I have walked through worse.
Bitter goes both waysThere was more joy in your smile thanBitter goes both ways by MozartsNemesis
in a lifetime of heartfelt hallelujahs.
Oh, but you never smiled just for me.
You insist on calling me at three AM
when all the world is dead to sleep.
Oh, but you know I'll be here listening.
Tell me again how being cryptic makes you special,
why there are blindfolds on both of us.
Oh, but you never cared enough to see.
I tore brain cells and hamstrings,
learning to walk and write to you at the same time.
Oh, but you never hesitated to walk right over me
and now you're afraid because my voice
is just another death knell hallelujah.
Oh,There's no one left to weep for thee.
Pick apart a loyal heart,and pay for liberation.
Hope is thin to cull the din, for no one heeds damnation.
#11 - curiouser and curiouserTomorrow and yesterday are one and the same; reincarnations of the same old cloud banks, the same unbridled, unbroken winds, they have cooled me to the marrow-- I am in love with the repetition of it, and with him.#11 - curiouser and curiouser by introverted-ghost
I harnessed my guilt and threw a match into the heart of my message collection, watched it all burn to ash. I am no diamond hunter, no coal breaker, so please, slip your jewels into my pockets; their facets caressed by my fingerprints, I will return them to you.
My hands are fountain pens, their reed-like reservoirs dry as the sahara; emaciated, they slam together as if they were wind-chimes of bone caught in the heart of a tornado-- tinkle, tinkle, little gravestone.
i promise it wasn't youone:i promise it wasn't you by Mercury-the-Queen
that boy taught me that girls who speak up
are not fit for loving.
that bastard taught me that girls who say no
are not fit for loving;
it was my voice or my heart,
and i chose love.
isn't that the greatest thing?)
when the pain weighted my
body to the floor,
when the carpet covered me with dust
and claimed my bones,
my friends called me lazy.
"where are your wounds?"
i cupped my glued-up heart in my hands.
they rolled their eyes
and turned away,
asked me why i'd turn myself
into some craft project
for a hopeless, wandering boy
and night after night i cried
"i don't know, i don't know,
i don't know."
when the hurt made food
stick like paper maché
in the back of my throat,
they called me sick-
when i bent
"i can see your bones,
oh god how i'd like to stick my fingers inside you
and split you down your middle,
right in fucking two."
the sorrow settled in for good.
it was a little like drowning-
they told me,
"well, i knew someone else who
a good love poem to get you in the moodthere is a sadness that lives withina good love poem to get you in the mood by KaitForest
liars. i told you once that you meant
more to me than myself, but if i were
truly your friend i would tell you to
i want you to slip from the bed
in the middle of the night while i
am still asleep. i want you to fight
the urge to touch me and trust
that i am honest.
i want you to find your things and
fill your bags with everything that is you
in that place until it is nearly
i want you to fucking leave.
without explanation or one more
ultimatum that you are so fond
of, put that car in drive and don't
you dare come back.
find a studio that
you can afford for two hundred
a month, get a cat, get some
friends that don't matter much
except for filling space. change
your number and if i ever
come begging, pretend that you are not home.
pretend i am some overgrown infant
who has lost their mother (not so far
from the truth,
stuck in a past you won't dare
stick your hands in again).
this is not an elegyI still don't tellthis is not an elegy by ohsostarryeyed
the doctors about you.
you are forever
the dewdrops of heaven
I waited to catch
as you tumbled from the sky,
my hands always too loose
to be able to hold you.
you used to sing to me,
beautiful songs built on
melancholy and played
I would spend
everyday with my pen in hand
trying to draw
the shape of your mouth,
hours willing my own lips
to mould the same,
cupid-dipped birds in flight,
notched arrows at the ready.
I was never ready
to lose you.
with every sip of alcohol,
every new drug
to sink into your skin,
I found less and less of you
when I reached out my arms
until there was nothing left
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All we ask is that everyone be treated with respect. Poets of Lates is a reflection of our community spirit. A place to share, develop and reveal the best parts of ourselves.
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Other useful links: Late Night Poets on AoL in case some of you out there want to drop by and chat with the lovely people on AoL.
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For our Veterans - to all the veterans out there, we salute you, and we thank you. Some amazing patriotic poetry here.
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Personal Quote: The only thing in this world that you can count on from people is that they will let you down.
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