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.
Flying BlindI once met a man who fell in love with the wounded.Flying Blind by MozartsNemesis
Every night he wished on stars and rituals,
like an ancient Indian dancing for peace,
keeping rhythm with the beat within his breast.
He lifted his eyes to the heavens and searched for answers
from a God most people couldn’t believe in
and dreamed of a day he could suppress
the hurricane of their tears.
He would stand on the shores of their sorrow,
stagger through the pulsing tides of their wild-eyed pain
and shoulder the anguish they clung to
like a lead filled life preserver.
He yearned to swallow the dismalness of their fear,
to feel it’s tendrils clawing at his throat,
that they might breathe easy once again.
He beseeched an all-loving Father
to grant him the power to reach into their guilt-ridden souls
and scoop out the darkness like pumpkin seeds,
scattered underfoot to be forgotten.
They found him in mid-flight,
love-filled leap from a candlelit window
and it was misconstrued as self-hatred.
A star's trek.Existence is turmoil.A star's trek. by MozartsNemesis
Bedlam is facilitated
and you’re walking , head down, the wrong way in a driving rain
with fire in your legs and a smile on your face.
Puddles shatter, destroying muddy images, and you walk on
with nary a thought for the marks it left upon you.
You dream in a world of grays and blues,
but exude warmth from a heart that burns a little too bright.
You are the kind of star that will soon flame out,
beautiful from a distance,
and some of us are meant to be tragedies.
It doesn't hurt too much,
when the universe hurls you through locked doors
and layers of toxicity, ‘til you see the lights shining;
It’s the impact that will destroy you.
DemarcationYou ran your scalpel tongue fromDemarcation by MozartsNemesis
hipbone to clavicle,
peeling me back like a banana skin
to find my insides brown and
i desiccate while walking along the streets.
the words of men and women,
childhood friends and foes
slit red rivers in my flesh,
opening windows to the withering
i hide beneath it.
My heart is a desecrated temple,
full of false idols and headless deities.
Maggots crawl beneath my flesh,
reminders of the the day I died.
i do not call the monsters to me,
but they crawl to the surface
as the sun sets-
in the mask of darkness,
they lick the wounds they create,
gnashing their teeth,
it is after seeing their faces,
red and depraved,
sleep evades me for nights.
Vivisect my fleeting dreams,
courage flees in surreal cut-scenes.
I am Frankenstein's monster, reborn,
made of patchwork frailties and
papier-mache ribbons of flesh.
My beauty is only skin deep.
the creatures swim in murk
just beneath what you see,
promising in faint whispers
to burst in lashes of fi
Green is the OceanYou laughed when I told the ticket ladyGreen is the Ocean by MozartsNemesis
I needed two tickets to paradise
and groaned at the Eddie Money reference.
Seven hours and three martini's later
we fell into the most fitful slumber
I've ever had.
Rewind. We've missed the most important part.
You came to me, full dark, sandy beach.
There were stars on high and stars in your eyes,
and your smile radiated like a field full of moonfire.
We moved in rhythmic harmony, keeping tempo
with the crashing of the jealous waves
and when we finished, your face glowed
like a jarful of fireflies
we used to catch when we were kids.
From Tequila Sunrise to Tahitian sunset,
we tasted of love, and were not left wanting.
The Fighting MoonWaning tears leave stains of memoryThe Fighting Moon by hypermagical
on this impressive sky and breathe
deep a soul into me,
but I will not surrender.
Saving fears mean pains of mercy
when I try to break the dream
and keep a soul in me,
but I will not surrender.
Making here a light chain of silver, she
reaps a soul: me
and with a smile, surrender
and with a smile, remember
as the night moves surely on
we don't have to last forever
we've just got to beat the dawn.
Losing my BreathIt's 2amLosing my Breath by BloodshotInk
and the calling birds
are hatching in my heart,
I feel it crack and they emerge.
Feel them drilling on my ribs,
the steady anxious thrum
of a flight risk
waiting to happen.
and I can't breathe,
memories of you
are nesting in my throat
I can't work around them.
It's cutting off the circulation,
and my frantic heart
tries to keep on.
and tears scratch their directions
into my cheeks,
they flounder and meander
and they erode.
My skin and soul is scraped down
layer by layer
and another day is heralded
by the angry flutterings in my chest.
I try to swallow my pride,
dam the tears
and crawl through the dark again.
Coughing up blood
and inhaling iron filings
(The remainder of
what used to be my life).
five down .collablove, tell me -five down .collab by ohsostarryeyed
tell me i see the future and you
will wind up well alone;
i don't want you with anyone,
i pull your air into my lungs,
an influenza in every syllable of
breath. and i am a cluster of hills
across your face, the reason you
said you didn't believe in
wearing sandals in july.
i keep track of time
in terms of crossword puzzles,
sundays especially difficult
because i used to pray like god listened
to my repents and hopes then.
you would take my unfinished columns
and fill them in with a different pen colour
and that was how i knew things were
and there was never any bitterness
to it either, the passing hand to hand
of platitudes that wilted like the heads of birds
but never broke too much. tomorrow night
i will do the sudoku puzzle instead and
ask the moon to put its trauma back
where you kept the pencils
(when you kept
than the needle)
instead i tuck my hands
under the pillow beneath my head,
hoping that hiding them
will keep me safe.
Without A Kingdoma thousand milesWithout A Kingdom by imaginative-lioness
and without you, i am
like a king without a kingdom.
bidding farewell in
these winter winds,
you left along the coastline
and disappeared into the mountains –
goodbye, my love.
a thousand miles,
ahead and behind.
you have made me a knight
fighting battles without a sword.
InkbrokeI cry words of inkInkbroke by Nullibicity
because my soul has not the worth
and your heart had not
I can only gape
while whales digested,
regurgitating me to aching bellies
of sand; and I am burned
for love and breath…
but I became glass
and dazzled in shards,
while I wrote enough words
to drown you an inkbroke
the only heartbreak a poet
lessons in surrenderi.lessons in surrender by Nullibicity
She wished to be dressed in poetry
but she didn’t understand that
imagery fades and that metaphors
are too easily forgotten.
She asked why I didn’t utilize my
alliteration eyes—why I hid the tag
‘ hello my name is: writer ’
beneath San Francisco bays
and rotting ink grenades,
still in dead crusade.
I broke pencil shavings in
skybound veins, just to taste
and I bled like a sinner
for mere dreams of some redemption.
“I’m only a poet of capitulation”
misdirectedI’mmisdirected by intricately-ordinary
trapped back in time like
a sinner on something sweet;
don’t ask me to move on
kaleidoscope eyes never knew left
from right. I’m different, I’m different;
bleeding white and crying black and
flying out in a storm with paper wings)
I fell in love with a broken idol--
bruised throat and splintered fingers,
the most beautiful shade of purple
to ever fade out. He never knew
maybe I’m dumb.
maybe I forgot the way the world spins backwards
and that happy endings only come from fairytales
rewritten so that children can fall asleep.
in all my years I never quite learned
how to disappear completely,
this sickly escapism justified by the
promise of all my missing pieces:
a runaway’s prayer on shooting stars,
oh, please just take me
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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Favourite cartoon character: Bryan from Family Guy
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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