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.
SWEET ENCHANTMENTTis a most Elegant EnchantmentSWEET ENCHANTMENT by LaColombeDeDeuil
Tis a most Heavenly Entrancement
That strikes ye when true love
Dains to cast its eye your way.
Oh how can I describe it,
T'would be like defining it,
For such a magical spell as this
There can be no definition
Beyond one and that is that it is, merely this and not else can I say.
It is found in the secretive glances ye may cast someone's way
It is found in the whispers of your soul as your heart listens, hear ye what it doth say?
It is found in the depths of the fires that are found in the eyes of two that are held in its magical sway.
It is found in the way that even in silence, they can by one look, define for each other every feeling,
Every emotion, every desire, every passion that is being felt in that moment of that day.
Oh harken ye, I beg of ye, if ye hear such a whisper as this.
Who can define time?
Who can determine what fate shall devise
For two such hearts apart by either time or distance,
Both hold such a most dangerous sway.
For what is ther
THE STEPSI miss you, first step up from the well-THE STEPS by LaColombeDeDeuil
I once kissed you, second step up from the hell
I once held you, third step up this I remembered and knew
There were more to go and more to endure.
Fourth step, I ceased in my progression,
Your skin's scent lingered there.
I dreamed of you, as from the fourth I crawled up to the fifth,
I am dying without you, where is the life in this lonliness,
How can I breathe without your love that was my air?
The sixth step proved to be sweeter somehow
The seventh step confirmed it, I could feel the warm sun's smile.
The eighth step and I was moving almost too quickly -
I stopped - oh no - I miss you - realization struck - you shall always be loved by me.
The ninth step and I had to sit there for a warm brush, a warm breath of spring.
The tenth step and I felt the tears as they came, ore my eyes flowing, rivers tiny growing,
Down my cheeks rolling, as tiny ripples of the tide of my heart again breaking.
The eleventh step and I am almost to the top, I turn -
Taking this junkWe are the pills-as-candyTaking this junk by literary-device
kids. The screwed up,
generation. We prescribe ourselves
Prozac, Zoloft, Aterol, anything.
We become our own rock 'n roll nurses,
shooting up drugs into our scalps,
only this time, Johnny, it's not
heroin. No side effects like that;
more subtle, more addictive, more cool.
We flaunt our pills. We wave them
in the air like banners, like the scars
on our arms, flaunting our self-
mutilation. Blood pouring down our
cheeks, darling, believe me I know
what it feels like; you're not alone.
Saying things like that is pointless.
It only feels like it's not a lie.
Drugs for entertainment is not
enough. Marijuana is not rebellion,
it's normalcy. We get drunk in
the bathroom during lunch, swearing
it's iced tea, lying. Saying that it
doesn't taste like nail polish remover,
saying we enjoy it, saying we're not
too scared to get drunk. We're not
Poets of Lates is dedicated to the celebration of creative minds. We are a welcoming forum for poems, stories, art and ideas. We encourage absolute beginners, seasoned pros and anyone in between.
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.
If you have any questions, feel free to message me, MozartsNemesis, any time.
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.
Chat Roller- For you facebook poets out there, this one lets you chat and is available through FB.
For our Veterans - to all the veterans out there, we salute you, and we thank you. Some amazing patriotic poetry here.
Causes- A list of the various causes we support.
Poet of the Month- Every month we feature a poet, and there are some awesome ones on this page.
Improv Poetry- A new thing, happening in our aol chat room, come out and join the fun!
Also we're going to be mirroring the Late Night Poets poetry challenges here on DA..more of that to come with the next update!
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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.
If you would like to listen to a sample of poems read by the author (Me!) There's is a soundcloud.com/mozartsnemesis here.