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you can catch me, i'm the girl whose smile is believed each and every day.
even though it takes all i've got to not break
at the sound of your voice, or the look on your face.
Runaway Guys HaikuThe Runaway guys

They make Let's Plays everyday

For our amusement

Emile makes really bad puns

Jon is an asshole

Josh can't go at an angle

Tim and his green rupee scream

Now you be careful

These guys are hilarious

-Julia Riegler
five haiku. little heart. 
everyone called me crazy
because i thought you were beautiful.
and sometimes i believed i was.

you ripped out my heart
like it was a clean sock
from the drawer by your bed.

and you told me the truth
like you bought chocolate hearts;
never.

so when her world crashed,
the scars became suddenly visible.

and you wouldn't believe how badly
she wanted to burn the east coast.
Our Legs Didn't BreakDreams of freedom, of
escape - our brittle bones weren't
meant for such misuse.

We are the suppressed,
but not the weak - We ran and
our legs didn't break.
burning the burned, maybe, just maybe she was
too busy building the stars
that she forgot to notice the
storm brewing beside her wings.

did she forget to put out her cigarette?
drink up, baby At times, the only
Response to reality
    Is insanity
Chaos TheoryCling not to seasons -
We are children of chaos;
Fate obeys the wind.
i've got the magic. because her mind only soared on paper,
she had no words to speak.
there used to be, i feel like there
is nothing left.
acidawithered rain-bricks are
patch-sunken, hollow and starved,
reflected in grass-

blades, fainting mirrors,
trap light years in spider-eggs,
and lotus pods clap

at doves connecting
constellations in river-
soaked skies, boats quaver.
no idea, why. i'm scared that
everything you've spoken
is just a bunch of lies.

because if they are
the whole world is going to go down in flames.
IdiocyYou annoy me with
Your ill stupidity. Ugh,
Go lick a window.
Stilted Wine und VelvetA pinch of incense
disperses timid altar boys;
the bold ones remain.

Crossing over from
chess boards the cardinal is
done with wandering

In a nave bristling
with stilted wine und velvet;
my little eye spies

Holy ghosts wearing
golden death-masks; chess masters
in a world of cards.

Sneezes of incense
disperse timid altar boys;
the bold ones are burned.

A cleft of brain from
a triage of bored pilgrims
is all that is left

For breakfast, we spread
a sadistic glaze of thought
upon bittered bread.

When sticks of incense
disperse timid altar boys;
the bold ones are spurned.

Speak a poem out
of murder ye kids from a
cabal of
rain over fire.-
there i was
again tonight,
faking smiles and
laughter. why
do i do this?
HabitualHe's waiting for you, his goods on the shelf.
The pusher man has realities to spare,
He knows you better than you know yourself,
He knows your "no-ing" hasn't a prayer.

The pusher man has realities to spare,
He's looking at you, weighing up your wealth,
He knows your "no-ing" hasn't a prayer,
But he's crafty, he'll entangle you by stealth.

He's looking at you, weighing up your wealth,
He knows you better than you know yourself,
But he's crafty, he'll entangle you by stealth.
He's waiting for you, his goods on the shelf.
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that drills its
hummingbird lips
into my canvass structure
inducing an inorganic earthquake
in my lock-pick joints
and steampunk shape
forcing me to ingest
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Another cog in the machine
my eyes, they shimmer
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and if you desire my freedom
of a life depraved
step forward, my saviour,
and wish that I be saved.
Pins and NeedlesWith another step
there's yet another
verbal blade
to be lodged
inside my
inner mechanisms
threatening
my very
vital functions.

I happen
to be walking
on
pins
and needles
as I venture
closer and farther
hearing
your whispers
just a pile
of dead flies in
the dilapidated
corridors
of my brain.

Say not
the tales
of corpses
and tell-eth not
another word
of suggestion
for with very
lethal letter
another pin
breaks the joy
one more needle
tears the thread.

Just a few more
screams
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of events.

The end
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the
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of something
totally new
something worth
waiting for.

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with the end
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fantastic
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the youngling
of oak
standing
with a minuscule height
fighting with
an insignificant
amount of mettle
just to emerge
from the fragile earth
so I can
burst to new heights
and become something
truly magnificent?

...

Or am I
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growing
with a slow
and decaying pace
awaiting
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of my underworld
will come roaring
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murdering frequencies
so as to drag me
back to
my earthen form
so I can fade
to black?

With each passing year
I ask these futile questions.
With each passing year
I get closer
yet farther
to the answer.
Heartbreak is an ObjectGazing at ruins
a torn smouldering canvas
remnants of heartbreak.
Singing a Song of DeceitCold stone arrowheads
pave a bullet's bloody path
to songbirds' rapture.

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My Life is My Own

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Thoughts, advice, choices,
throw at my feet what you will.
I alone decide.
Good or bad, fate is my own...
puppet's strings shall be my end.
:iconthevioletviolinist:
My way of saying "Nobody can make my choices for me!" Lately, I've felt pressured, made to think of every aspect of my future, when I'm still young! Let me worry about it when the time comes! I don't need to feel so stressed NOW!

....Anyway, I've been experimenting with 'tanka', a Japanese tyle of poetry like the haiku, expect there are five lines with 5-7-5-7-7 syllable pattern. Hope y'all like this!
love 1 1 joy 0 0 wow 0 0 mad 0 0 sad 0 0 fear 0 0 neutral 0 0
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Mood: Love ~Inubrooke Apr 13, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I LOVE IT!!!!!! You're such a good writer my friend.
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~TheVioletViolinist Apr 13, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
:iconblushplz: Aw, thanks! ~:heart:
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~Inubrooke Apr 13, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
no probz
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