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Cinderella
Waiting for a coach
and four
that never came,
she realized
a ball gown
won't bloom
out of sackloth;
glass slippers
are not dependable
and mice
are best left
to their own devices.
Midnight was never a friend,
and under that suit
he is the same as any other
man.
IcarusSun girl,

the whispering stars
& feathered clouds dance
for you tonight.

Do not let anyone
clip your wings;

you were made for the skies.
Definition of a Writerwrit•er

noun     /rītər/

A writer is a person
Who sees the world differently
From a high perspective of understanding
To an easily balanced imagery

They stand at the edge of the cliff
And run that extra mile
To gain what a normal person cannot see
And to obtain the hope that they wish to cherish

A writer is a person
Who buries their ego and places boulders upon it
They learn the rules, follow the rules, and will break the rules
And make writing their own

They lay upon the dusty old ground of a graveyard
And do an annual ritual to free the inspiration that has been pinned down
They want to show their abnormality to everyone
Red DressDon’t put on your red dress
for he doesn’t know the meaning
he doesn’t want the commitment
he doesn’t care for the color.

The red dress you love to wear
that’s stained from wine and beer
but still carries so much meaning
for who could find a second red dress

Don’t go out on your red dress
for the man who wants nothing more
to screw around and doesn’t understand
the meaning behind a simple red dress.

A red dress for when you dance.
A red dress for when you cry.
A red dress for when you need it.
A red dress for when you care too much.

Don’t put on your red dress for him darling
he doesn&rsqu
i got flowers oncei am lonely.
i received flowers once
and i placed them
in a vase til
the petals all browned
desiccated
and turned to dust
on the glass of my bureau.

i have never gotten flowers since.

i spend my days
with a boy
a man
whom i love far beyond reason
and he holds me in his arms
and holds me together.

i bite my nails
and pull my hair
over the moment when he
inevitably
feels the disenchantment
fall over his body,
all clean lines
and smooth shapes,
and realises that leaving
the worst thing
would be
the best thing.

i am lonely
and even with a hand to hold,
and even with a cloak of security
bunching around my shoulders
and hiding my thighs,
i feel
moonshines in georgiaman on the moon:

giddy with lumps of north georgia seas
greased on the crease of my lips
gravity drips from couch-cavities
when tides belch from below --

burst on the water's edge,
earth's bourbon sailors retch in moonshined ripples
trickled blue murder on their crinkled crimes;
raking water wrinkles like a wayward drunk
stuck on sunken bootleggin' dreams.

it's been a long, long time
since I've drowned your hemisphere
for fishing like a moonraker,
swishing my bait-lines like tobacco's
squished in your shallow gums
before you dare to down my air
breathing in this sincere georgia night.
L.E.S.B.I.A.N.Living on the
Edge of life
Saving myself
Being who
I truly am
As it is all i can be
Never forget that
Blame The ParentsI won't be able to keep a relationship in the future because I'm scared
I'm scared it'll turn out like theirs

I'm a pacifist because I hate watching it
I hate watching them fight

I have PTSD because of their fights
Their fights almost broke up this family

I self harm because they are pushing me over the edge
I was already close to jumping, but they gave me an extra push

I'm always in my room because that's how I run away
I guess that's called "Like father, like daughter"

I only eat one meal a day because he constantly puts me down
Even though he's joking, I can tell he means every bit of what he says

I can't trust anyone because they do
Missing piecesMissing pieces

There are wounds
that never heal; silences
so loud they  thunder - I stopped
breathing years ago, that night
the ice took my chest. Since then
I walk  in pieces, howling
around my heart.

-SophieCT, 2012, 2013
Broken Birds and Stark PhrasesWe slip and slide and fall
down curves and carrow places.
We cursive at the wall
in our undefinéd spaces.

Disjointed limbs extend
to strumpet our arrival,
to warn who are not friends
we will kill to survive all.

Hung upside-down haunters
hug branches in the Forrest.
Merry nightmare monsters,
Cheery snarling chorus,

Arachnic children know;
you can run but you can't hide
from this disparic truth,
darkness waits for you inside.

Although you seek the sun,
as all creaky spinsters might,
the night can't be out done
and it has you in its sight.
field notesi read some poetry
just for the sound--for the words lilting up and down
and the thick, honeysepia
polaroids unmisting in my head.
those are the poems i never understand
and the only conclusion i can draw is:
there is apparently
some supernova poetic awakening that comes
with the loss of virginity
and basically i need to get laid.
MorningA black cat sleeps in a ray of sun
My coffee is lousy
Another cardboard morning
The day isn't a blank canvas
Waiting to be painted
Its already scrawled with
Yesterday's mad crayon drawings

Smoke drifts up and out of the window
I drink the coffee
blood-red wine and skeleton jazz i.
the day you left,
your cobweb dress clung to you in ways
that i would dream about for years,
in hot, fevered nights
when the moon thought it might burst
in the sky,
and even the wind wailed your name.

ii.
i remember how you called make-up war paint,
and you drew it across your face like a message
i could never decipher;
i remember how i got goosebumps when i heard
your heels clicking across the floor at 3am
when you finally got home and slipped into bed;
i remember longing for you with every fiber of my being,
feeling separate from you even when our clothes lay on the floor
and your fingernails dug into my shoulders
and your toes curled
van houten must be godi. you know how in embroidered cloth,
from the bottom under the design,
all you see are knots? her honey-like,
crying
voice lulls me to sleep,
that's what we see of God's plan.
just the knots. when in reality,
it's the design on top;
beautiful and flawless that He
has in store for us.
bullshit.
i learnt that word
when i was three
but every time i said it,
my face hurt and mom's hand fell.
God will put you
in hell.
do you want that?
i knew better than to say it again.
ii. you're an estimated
fallacy, the perfect
misconception.
you don't need to exist
for people to believe.
they make you real with
dancing tongues behind
a crowd
of murmuring lips of
god's will.
iii. of the rain,
i sang songs, whispering
prayers only you
could hear.
if you truly are
what they say for you to be,
then there are no secrets
between you and me.
mother still sings
the same songs
in the rain, hoping
you'll hear her the way
i thought you would.
but she doesn't know you died long ago
with chiv
thieves of nocturne skiesPaper lanterns                                                                                            are midnight requiems
            That tell me                                                                            to look beyond the
                   light and have    &
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Some families don’t mingle,
Some families are just too different,
And if I had a million dollars,
I'd run away to another place.
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It’s okay to not agree,
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And maybe with time,
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If God Exist

:iconleighbain:

I have trouble
Seeing and
believing if God
exists.

My body bends
And pops
It creaks, it
moans.

It Horrifies some
by doing things
that no other body
Should.

My body hurts
And aches
It screams it
groans.

There are things
That ails
us all that
Shouldn't.

Yet I move on
With another
Snap, crackle,
pop.

I'm not a freak
Nor a
Cirque du Soliel
artist.

There are trials
and pitfalls
that other's don't
Have.

I shouldn't have to suffer
I shouldn't have to see
My husband in tears over
me.


I'm only human
So I'm sure
He'll Understand, Why I
Question.

If I have a little trouble
That in a just world
If God exists at
All.

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If God Existby ~leighbain

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I live with chronic pain due to a genetic condition I have called Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and Fibromyalgia.

EDS is a collagen disorder. The best way to describe this is that Collagen is the glue of our bodies...my glue is just not as sticky as it should be.

It's believed I have one of the rarest types, Arthrochalasia (Formerly EDS Type VII A&B). It causes my joints to dislocate with great ease, my eyes deteriorate, my teeth (despite good care) crack and break because collagen holds enamel to our teeth, and mine's been slowly falling off for 35 years now.

Fibromyalgia is difficult to describe, it affects my muscles (and it's different for almost everyone, though mine appears to be muscular and neuro-stuff I can't spell or remember).

I grew up an atheist and this poem related to questions I used to ask myself about God's existence. Since then, a very serious accident many years ago have brought me to terms with EDS and I cherish having it now. When I should have been killed, EDS saved my life because my joints will dislocate before the bones are allowed to break. Pretty cool huh? =)

Still, I never understood why other's didn't get why I've always questioned the existence of God.

This is an experimental piece.
Category: Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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Mood: Wow! ~loverofmythology Apr 6, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
you just described the thoughts i've had for a very long time. i also have fibro, and this poem hits a very sensitive nerve with me
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*RoslynDrey Nov 22, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I want to invite you to two groups dedicated to fibro and EDS.

*Ogrefairy has EDS

and I suffer from fibro. The groups are new but I hope they help you hon.
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~clojio Jan 1, 2010
I like this.

I don't have EDS, but I know many people who do. I have an undiagnosed pain issue (RA, CFS, etc. have been mentioned) and I really understand the fight to understand and accept it.

I've always been atheist as well. But when my pain got worse, I started thinking hard.
Was this meant to happen to me or was there something I could have done?
Is there a lesson to be learnt from it?


Personally, I find most comfort in the idea that it's all random, this has just happened in my life and it's up to me to make the most of it and be happy.
Other people find other things more comforting, the idea of God giving them the chance to prove themselves, or that it's their life path.
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*Ogrefairy Dec 7, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I am so sorry... you are not alone. I have Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome too. I understand you're pain.... you can always find support in friends.
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