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Instruction For The Real World

Try not to breathe, or they'll tax all your air
Try not to think or you'll give them a scare
Keep your eyes closed or they'll notice you're there
Follow their rules, and their thoughts, and their prayer.

Walk down the street and ignore all the pain
Don't you dare feel remorse, or pity, or shame
Don't think of the millions these people have slain
You just keep in line, stay part of the chain.

Keep your mouth closed, don't speak out your mind
Stay true to the pathway of life you're assigned
Pretend that you don't have a soul, that you're blind
Don't move from your seat, stay at home, stay confined.

Wear the right colour, wear a suit

This Is My Body

This is my body.

It has housed me since I left the comfort of my mother's womb, my skin has protected me as her body protected me while I developed. It has grown with me, alerted me to my sickness, rewarded my good health. It has carried me through the most painful of sensations and the most blissful of pleasures. With every movement I make my body works for me, with me. This body is perfectly created for its purpose; the legs and feet are stronger with every step I take forward, the arms grow to carry more every day with all extra loads impacted on them. My body renews itself when it is injured, the skin and bones healing themselves in an a

It's too late, buddy. Your attempts at appeasement
on this post-fuck armchair have long since lost their strength.
It's too late for sweet words and oh-so-fucking soft kisses -
too late for you to try to win this oh-so-dirty fight.
You thought you'd won -
I thought you'd won.
We both saw predator and prey and knew which we were,
and I was falling for your flights of fancy, succumbing
to your every sensual desire, seeing situations
where I was yours completely; I saw myself fading.

I was your possession, not even a person, a plaything.
My cunt was a cup from which you supped at will
and hi

I remember a boat made of sand.
My mother hand-carved it on the beach
while my sister and I followed Daddy
to the ice-cream van in search of cones.
The boat was simple, we sat inside
and pretended to be pirates. To me,
That boat was (still is) a work of art.
We were sad when it was washed away
but there was always next year.

I remember a cake on my fifth birthday.
Home-made, in the shape of my favourite
children's television character. It was
The best present I received that year.
I still have a photograph of it, imperfect;
It would have won no decoration awards.
But to my five-year-old mind (and now)
it was the most perfect

Slightly BlockedThere's nothing quite so sombre
as a virgin pad of paper,
which stares upon the writer;
tantalisingly unused.

Deceptively unmoving,
but still its challenge given
to the writer, set on proving
that her mind can find the words.

And oh! To be that writer
with her pen ready, a-quiver
to lay words upon that paper,
fill it all with singing prose.

But alas, this writer's broken,
with no words worthy of speaking,
so she writes this little poem
to all sympathetic ears.

The Six O'Clock News

Good evening,
My name is Insert Name Here.
This is the six o'clock news.

Police are launching a worldwide search
For Somebody
In connection with the disappearance
Of a six-year old child.
Some Child went missing
From her home in Somewhere
Yesterday morning. The police ask
That anyone with information comes forward.

Like anyone would bother
Other people's kids go missing every day
I'll keep all my doors locked
I know that my children are safe.

Good evening,
My name is Insert Name Here.
This is the six o'clock news.

Forty-six people including twelve children
were killed in an explosion
Yest

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Consumption

When you touched my skin it cracked wide open
and you delved inside, swam with my blood,
danced with my demons and swept them away
like dusty cobwebs cluttering my bones.
You slid your fingers under my eyelids
and you pushed inside, embraced my thoughts,
scraping away my pain with gentle fervour
and pulling away strands of my thoughtlessness.
You stepped through my eyelashes
sweeping them aside like floating curtains
with your king-stride, you strolled among the fields
pushing my hair from your face with angel's hands.
When you breathed through my fingertips
I knew you were no human, no earthly being
with no solid ground beneath

Everything reminds me of you. I can't bear to change the sheets
because your pillowcase still holds your scent. I inhale fiercely,
wanting this intake of breath to last forever, it's all I have left of you.
Everything I view in this house bears your imprint, your face.
A tie hanging over a door handle taunts me, and I know
I'll never get rid of the memories and the longing.

I walked outside today and remembered that every footstep I took
was another footstep taken without you. I went about my daily business
and remembered; we ate there - we sat there - we embraced there.
Walking past that building nearly killed me because I knew you

I woke, I sighed and my eyes opened to loneliness.

My heart saw that empty space and slept once more,
I tried to wake it, but it cannot fathom its existence
Since you decided it was no longer your desire
Since yours closed its doors I have been a lonely soul.

You don't remember what it was we loved for
Or the things which brought us together, tied us gently.
Under my ribs, my heart sleeps in sadness.

Wishful Thinking

My mind is full of unsung love songs,
unwritten letters and unsaid words.
I have a thousand poems in my heart
that I never wrote for you.
There are a thousand sweet nothings
I never whispered, a thousand 'I love yous'
I never said.

Had I the means to rewind the clocks
and turn back the time I'd tell you every single thing.
How my heart still skips when you walk into the room
How one smile on your face brightens my life.
I'd tell you that you are my world
and without you I am simply a lost soul.

My mind is full of hurtful words,
said in spite and now, in shame,
I have a thousand memories in my head
that I wish I'd never created

My Mother Is Still Proud

Perhaps, in those times of learning psalms
and shiny shoes, there was a God
who would love me and protect me, as long
as i wore the itchy dress and brushed my hair.
Maybe I really would have had salvation
if I had sat up straight like the other girls in my Sunday school.
Would I have been saved? If I had kept my mouth closed
Legs closed, mind closed? Would I be a saint?

Had I lived a sinfree life then
Would life now be carefree?
The memories are so faint now,
that I can barely see them at all.
The dusty walls and shining glass
and the Mother who watched with weeping eyes
as we apologised for being mere humans
and offered up our

The stars are entwined with my eyelashes;
embroidered into the lids that hide the world
from me, when I like.
The last time I felt them
was when we walked at midnight and you kissed
my cheek and told me you did not love me -
and I smiled.

A year flew past me, its feathers fluttering
with soft sighs and fierce embraces. Our lives
were intertwined, sewn together like the stars.

You do not remember breaking my heart, you say.

But I remember you picking up each ragged part
and slowly, carefully, stitching them again.

And I knew that you had lied -
and I smiled.

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Autumnby ~ghostlove

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©2007-2013 ~ghostlove

If I was taller this would have come out better.

Victoria Park, Portsmouth.

~creamandtails4eva Jun 20, 2009

Beautiful colours~

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~CrazyFoxMoon Dec 5, 2007 Hobbyist General Artist

No! You don't need to be taller. The off-center-ness is what I really love about it. Well, that and the colors.

Good job, dear. I'm so impressed. Thanks for sharing.

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~celestial-elevator Oct 22, 2007

Very beautiful, clear perfect autumn colors

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`switchbladeserenade Oct 21, 2007 Hobbyist Photographer

I think it came out just perfect! I love the way the shot is framed.

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~x-eevee Oct 21, 2007

oo pretty light burst in the corner.

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~The-Fuzy-Llama Oct 21, 2007 Traditional Artist

that is an awesome shot! I love fall leaves! *fav*

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~ryanhacking Oct 21, 2007

Beautiful shot. I love the detail.

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~Incarcerous Oct 21, 2007 Photographer

I love the clearness and the sunlight, and the composition is real nice.

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