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.
Painkiller and Co.So you want to be a painkiller?Painkiller and Co. by Nullibicity
We’ll need the physician’s signature – yes, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here aaand here.
What? It’s a prescription; did you think it’d be easy? You must have never been one before! Well, don’t you worry: I’ve had six so far, so I know how the pieces of this circus fall. Just follow me!
Now, I’ll take you for the weekdays, but on the weekends I’m Liquor’s. He’s a jealous son of a bitc—well, actually, we’re kind of just a steady thing right now. You don’t mind sharing, right? Great! Because he’ll be here to pick me up around eight - you know, when the cutting and shot glasses are torn from me like a fistful of hair? Oh, but don’t worry about cleaning that up: that’s Regret’s job! She kind of likes to use the evidence as things to mutter about damning herself for, so she’ll be upset if you touch anything!
Got all the rules?
PuppiesSee, my lover kisses my knobbly knuckles and quirks his eyebrows in question,Puppies by OceansOfBlue
and I open my mouth but cannot speak for fear 8 year old me will come out.
He says we don't have to talk about it and I am grateful
because the scars are illustrations of a series of stories that have conflated.
They stretch and sway til' they happened at the same place, simultaneously,
the white and red of my fathers fists punctuating each moment and they are pockmarked with him:
Watching through the window as his shadow grew specter strong and bent inward, body hungry,
and I swear to god I could hear her fingers breaking.
The clink of strangers belt buckle.
The grip on my wrist that wrapped twice around in navy blue and green,
the calloused fingers tracking a tale of bruises so quiet they could slip beneath my sleeves,
sidle up behind my teeth.
It's taken 12 years but I know why he wanted it that way now:
People passing wouldn't stop, wouldn't tilt their heads or pause in thought
whimpering is not th
Salt and SmoulderThere is a build up & ISalt and Smoulder by OceansOfBlue
am mortar, begging walls of broken spines.
I want to earn this, this
darkness brought to surface
no matter the remainder,
I will be beautiful rubble,
acoustic in the bruised knuckles of night.
Just open me up
see all this?
Open me up and wonder
at the salt tracks
I am nullarbor.
I want to be an ocean captured.
I want to be bucketed, and spill.
I am so full.
Slivers in the curved neck, cheek, eye glint sideways,
I have worn too many hats for my few years
my head is heavy and I identify with everybody, with
it all. She was on the couch and I thought -
Years lived on couches shape you strong but bendable
her ebb and flow, rib and nose, rubbed friction-thin
with no-home but not-homeless -
That is me, too.
And still, and still, and still
in spite of it all
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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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Poet of the Month- Every month we feature a poet, and there are some awesome ones on this page.
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