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Burnyou've run blind for miles on inches i handed you,
cut the road to ribbons with your crooked teeth.
driving through the night with your lights off
like a strung-out junkie with an apathetic death wish.

you're setting everything on fire and i'm tired of putting you out,
this time i'll let you burn because i've got no fucks left to give.

you drag your cocaine fingernails down the hallway walls
like an asylum patient taking the time to read your horoscope in the chipped-paint Braille.
the vacancy signs in your eyes contradict the medicated Chelsea smile,
tomorrow they'll find you hanging from sheets knotted to your bed rail.

you've bl

The Mourning AfterEach desperation has a unique identity
Mine speaks in gentle tones of hysteria
My mind is a city that never sleeps
Flicker shows and organ grinders play
through every hour I conceive
I slink down the street
like a thief in the night
If I walk long enough,
I can forget the ghosts of past lives
but they won't forget me
for I am one of them

Empty Nestand as your sepia-saturated voice fades into the night

you will remember all those dreams you woke from,
weeping, for the conversations you'd never
have and the people you'd never get back

you will remember the flock of birds that used to
reside in your chest, pounding against your
ribcage, crying to be free (and you will try
to remember the day their wings went silent)

as you hear the leaves hum and the sky pulse,
you will try to fall into cadence with the steady
music of nature, but instead begin to believe you're just

an outlier.

you will tell yourself, in your needly, narcissistic
way: you are a falling star, a withering cel

Addicted to HeroinesHe was addicted to heroines:
those golden queens from screens of silver
that lined his shelves in plastic boxes
showcasing their greatest deeds;
and painted whores,
those sirens and saviors,
who stood half naked on shady streets.

They were steel wrapped in petals,
and petals draped in lace,
in their arms lay warmth,
in their hearts lay escape.

He prayed for strong women
that were not so far,
devastatingly far out of reach.
Though still small,
and grateful,
he would shun the sun
and bask in their blessed shadows.

He prayed for someone to stay
whom he could not,
would not,
use up,

not again,
not again.

He vowed not to

Moon ChildMoon child
dweller in the dark,
where is the fear in your eyes?
You who rule the night,
there is only hunger in your heart,
it all consumes,
driving you mad,
it is blood that you crave,
the supple taste of flesh
as it tears between your teeth,
the need to annihilate
relentless it pulses through you.

Beast born
there can be no remorse,
but you feel yourself
slipping gradually
farther out of control,
losing track of the bones
that gather at your feet,
the stains on your teeth,
rust red no longer fade,
metallic becomes a
permanent taste.

Moon child
lives for the night,
a lurk in the shadows,
a subtle movement,
a phantom of deat

Insanity Adjuster TwoYou do not know me
But I watch you all
A shadow you don't see
A blood speck on the wall

I laugh at your malice
Since I really don't care
Whether you reside in a palace
Or huddle under a chair

Your words are putrid air
Blowing in the wind
And I am not fair
And have no mercy within

Your pleas are ignored
Your cries only please
You cannot afford
To ignore your disease

I have seen your sickness
Inside your perverted heart
I am the essence of viciousness
And will tear you apart

StarsDo the stars shine for the passion of others?

For the longing of lovers,

or for the wanting of pure hearts?

Or maybe their bright light

is a burning need of their own.

Thoughts of loneliness and longing

that make their soul burn bright.

Thoughts of knowing

that they are one of many,

but never one of two.

Their souls reaching out

through space and loneliness,

just trying to touch,

to feel,

before everything burns out.

Nothing left but an empty void.

So maybe the falling star

is one that has fallen for another.

One that reached out

and fell head first

into what it only dreamed it could have.

A dream of their own that shone

Pain, Misery and Forgiveness Through pain and misery shall thee lie upon,
Through darkness and death shall thee feel,
Through love and hope shall thee crush,
Through punishment and rage shall thee feed upon.

Darkness, darkness, it is draining me, she muttered, licking the cold and dripping wet stone walls. Sucking down every drip of water she could, not caring if the walls tasted of things unmentionable. Her thirst was so great that she did not care how low she had fallen.

She sat up and glanced out of the barred window of her tiny cell. Rubbing the black and dull green mold

Saving Lives.Pain and suicide.
Could have been stopped, if people were kind.
People let their hearts sink.
If only others would think.
Do they know, if they just helped more
Some wouldn't end up so torn?
All the time, people are crying.
Simply because, people aren't trying.
All the time, people wonder why they must suffer.
From others causing their lives to be that much rougher.
Monsters and demons cause their deaths from the inside.
Because they have nothing, not even pride.
They believe their lives have no worth, no meaning.
They believe they'll never hear the fat lady's singing.
You don't need to think that way.
Stand up, be strong. Make

Charlie B,Charlie B, you're drunk as always
and today, so am I
I see things all loose and clear
not fuzzed over with preconceptions
like every other day

There's something about that alcohol
that spirit
that makes a man see vision
without prejudice

you can see it ugly
you can see it beautiful
you can see the way it really is
for someone like you

Southern Belle - 4Ray of scattered light -
a flicker pearls
crests momentarily
hovers above the water
escaping - a flash of orange -
lands back into the mirage

Battle on the Bridge"Show us your teeth,"
liar with a knight's shield.
Pushed back to the river,
and losing ground with every step.
Spilling off the burning bridge
into the rapid surge below--
like a turn-key in my gut,
I go from cobalt to crimson,
blurring as I move, as I lunge,
as I fall upon them.
All becomes unbiased red:
the trigger slips,
the collar breaks,
the arrow flies.

BirthplaceIgnorant
child from the realm of plastic garden boxes
inside a desert's bubble, a cruel Eden was
all I knew; bright painted
buildings breathing expensive perfume,
cloudless skies hidden
behind fifty foot wide pristine
symmetrical silicone glares
screaming at you to buy.
They hid
edges glimpsing a world of drought lands,
brown parched hills dreaming of blue
seen only in flat, empty,
atmosphere.
If you did not work to keep the world alive,
if you did not permit it its surgery, its iron-lung, give
the world prosthetic limbs and pretty
them up for pretending,
it dies. And I learned
from this world, once it is dead
it is dead.

The Widow in FishnetsWithin earshot of her young
Frolicking among their innocence
Her skull tilts and falters,
captive in her right hand
As she cradles the poison in her left
A liquid prayer,to wash away past evils

She arose a staggering wreck
5'6, mascara and black fishnets
And into her decrepit peace
Stashed away in the worn cupboard
She guzzles the rest
Not relenting a drop
Not even for the rats
Their eyes sunken, in their soon swallowed escape

Within earshot of her young
She cursed and stumbled
Burdened them with hatred
Brewed in His frozen absence
"Little ones, he's homeward bound
Adorned with medals, sea bag and all"

And she evolved
Through the

American bastard sonnetAncestral roads lit by a distant flame,
and glowing in the haunting moonlight's trill,
do fade into the brush of autumn's mane,
no longer bright, but overgrown and still.

The iron tips, long planted in the field,
bring forth a twisting crop of staggered dreams,
and sons who toil endless, without shield
'neath harsher skies that match the sickle's gleam.

Although my fathers past did not record
their names, their deeds, their songs for me to know,
I've still the soul of one who bears a sword;
the harvest suits me not, so forth I'll go.

Though I have never heard your words aloud,
I swear to you that I will make you proud.

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SkiesThrew itself,
a whale
on the greying seashore.

It smiled
and said
'I want to live here no more.'

Townspeople gathered,
Shed tears for the death,
But the whale was not sad
When it took its last breath.

BloomDelicate rosebud,
Please don't dismay.
Don't shy from the sun of a wondrous day.
Though you must face the scorns
Of the weeds and the thorns,
Somehow, you will bloom,
You will find your way.

MonstersThings in the dark
Can give you a fright,
That you wouldn't even think about
When it is light.
They hide in the shadows
And wait for you there,
Ready to jump out
And give you a scare.

Witches on broomsticks
And ghosts in the gloom,
The bogeyman hiding
In the closet of doom.

Then Count Dracula
Will invite you inside
His castle, as a meal
For his vampire bride.

The monsters that chase you
All through the night
And laugh, when you cry,
To their evil delight.

Do not be scared!
Not all is as it seems,
Those witches and vampires
Were just in your dreams.
There's nothing in the closet
Or under the bed.
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by ~Hayleyishayley, Nov 14, 2012, 8:19:09 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Concrete Poetry

Romance is the fiddle,
Flirt thou shamelessly with sin.
Yielding to temptation,
While the monster breeds within.

Laughing as illusions
Of the innocent erode.
Singing hymns and arias
As we dance the Devil's Road.

Blood is in the garden,
Ever creeping, fruitful vine.
Gather for a taste
To glimpse the nightmare, so divine.

Forsake your past humanity
Let morality corrode.
Loathe each time you fall in love
Along the Devil's Road.

I made you, you made me.
How love and hate will grow.
Seduction of the ancient ones.
A heart never to know.

Crumble beneath the weight of evil
On your soul bestowed.
Dying more with every night
We dance the Devil's Road.

Imperecederoby ~Hayleyishayley

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Let us dance the Devil's Road

*Gary-thedreamingpoet Dec 13, 2012 Professional Writer

Wonderful! You have a real gift.

~Hayleyishayley Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you!

~PearlsCat Dec 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I absolutely love this. It flows so well, and that made it fun and easy to read. I'm not normally a sucker for poetry, but this was really awesome! Good work!

~Hayleyishayley Dec 7, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it

~Is-lnds Nov 16, 2012

Flirt thou shamelessly with sin.
Yielding to temptation,
While the monster breeds within.

so strong - and succinct. im
in love with your title, too

~Hayleyishayley Nov 17, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you. I'm glad

~Is-lnds Nov 17, 2012

Course!

~girlwhowrites Nov 14, 2012

Whoa... This is seriously amazing. I can just imagine this being read or sung aloud. Makes me very glad I actually looked through that monster of a deviation stack. ^^

~Hayleyishayley Nov 15, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

What a compliment. Thank you!

~girlwhowrites Nov 15, 2012

No problem dear. ^^ Thank you for writing such a lovely piece.

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