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How Kids Eat[How Kids Eat]

What really happens when kids eat food?
Almost the same as blowing a kazoo
Food be used as food but other things too
We really don't care they're fun to chew!

Here's to chocolate! A marvelous thing!
A tasty delight that has another fun use
To smear on the face with gooey choco-juice
Makes for great camouflage and very messy games

Vegetables and fruits we'll never ever touch
Eying them suspiciously like spies in a bunch
Strangely enough these loops of fruit
go down the hatch without dispute!

If ice-cream doesn't melt and run down our arms
it isn't real at all and should sound your alarm!
If it's real and cold then

Damnation or Redemption?"Damnation or Redemption?"

Violence burns aflame in the dead of night,
Justice and morality are all just a farce,
Tormented youth bedizens my corrupted light.
Righteous vexations have caught me, aghast.
Whispers of Innocence's vestige evermore faint.
In Lady Justice's light I learn enforced restraint.

I have killed for pleasure, I have killed for vice.
Nascent humanity was up for sacrifice.

As I wandered around my steel purgatr'y.
Searching for the truth within silent emptiness.
Will they ever feel the sense of empathy?
For I was torn between sanity and happiness.
My tears litter the floor mixed with my laments.
Fa

Life is a...Life is a frigid bitch
Cold as a witches tit
Living and dying
Laughing and crying
Breathing and bleeding
Seeing not believing
And all that other crap!

Being replaced
Comes a way of life
And love...
Gets warn out
And turns away
It's all fucked up, dude
None can explain it

Doubts of nowadays
Distrust of tomorrow
Old wounds and memories
Happiness and sorrow
Ripples upon the sea
To be or not to be
And all that other crap!

It is the DarknessIt is the darkness that cumulates, coils and collects
At the edge of the visible light; a haven in the night,
Never quite visible, always tangible. Always pulling
On the fraying edges of the mind’s tapestry that one day,
As all things must, will unravel, unwind, and remain unfinished.
It is death’s running chase that reveals ones innermost self.
There is the rain and the moon and the dark stormy clouds
And these are evocative of their master. They’re the painter’s stroke,
The craftsman’s signature style, and above all else,
They are the Roman’s requiem, solemn and persistent,
Fashioning a loose, strai

The ConductorAnd the colors expand
from the Conductor's hands,
his baton dancing in hues.
And his soul explodes
as the piano sang,
scattering his mind in purples and blues.

And his heart delights
in the violin's tears,
as it paints a beautiful black.
And the crowd applauses
his joys and his fears,
his song hides all that he lacks.

And as the auditorium empties
it is shaded in gray,
and the gray runs him through.
For his heart seems jaded
when there is no song
to scatter his mind in purples and blues.

43 minutes and 43 seconds agoForty three minutes and forty three seconds ago
The world was at peace, She came here and darkness sank in.
The monks started fighting, and the trees all turned grey.
The wind stopped it's motions and stopped the trees sway.

Her foot touched the ground and silenced the world.
children went missing and parents were torn.
Because forty three minutes ago, the world was at its norm.
Forty three seconds ago, we felt the cold turn warm.

Her voice like nails, on a chalkboard
Her eyes like lightning bolts
Her hair was alive
Her story untold.

She moved through the earth
Killing it's species
Not knowing where she came from
She made

XII The Hanged ManIn the Tarot I was born on the day of the Hanged Man.
I represent the card of fearless sacrifices .
I do not fear death,
for I believe that you do not live if you let your fear live for you.
So I take the punishment for my crimes.
I am no longer threatened by death,
so I live life.
Because death is the light at the end of the tunnel.
It is our destiny
and I am far too enlightened by it
to be caught by it.
For I am the traitor.
I am the savior.
I am the peacemaker,
only to get my way
at the end of the day.
But only to cause a revolution
knowing that tomorrow I will pay the consequences.
yet I shall seek my freedom
by my self sacrifice,
to be come their saint.
I do not fear death,
for I am heavens bond to Earth.
I am the most courageous one.
For I live by selfless sacrifices
Because live is a game of chance
and by some sacrifices you out wit your opponent.
For you can only gain knowledge, it you sacrifice.
By my clever a

ivyroses are for love
but they grow apart
in thorny rosebushes.

forget-me-nots are romantic
but they grow apart
in fields of envy-green.

ivy is different
because although it is not a rose
and not a forget-me-not,

ivy intertwines.

AdviceAll your useless advice
About moving on
None of it will suffice
None of it I will act upon

All your empty words
About being happy
And moving forward
To a life that's not crappy

All the worthless things you say
Every cloud has a silver lining
Could you be any more cliche?
Your advice needs some redesigning

My own advice only works
For everyone but me
It's just one of my little quirks
So happy I will not be

And What A MaskWhen you dream, do you dream of darkness?
Your response comes by so quickly, such curtness
in your tone, that I feel the black,
feel the diaphanous nightmare upon your back.
You turn, a swift motion, want to leave me,
but you cannot go, cannot abandon me here, alone
where I could drown without my sea;
Your eyes are dead from want to atone.

And yet, you look at me, stare,
let me deep into your soul, you dare;
I will unflinchingly go into the dark,
find softness beneath the stubborn bark.
Impenetrable, you are not, my dear,
and that is the fault that you most fear;
It is all that you hide behind your facetious fleer.

And

The Fall of Mars: A Tragic TaleThose forsaken eradicated wastes
It has been many eons
Since I have seen their maroon
She still cries that rotted blood
And laughs wickedly

'Twas many years ago
The sands still flowed everyday
Their grip became all but noble
Forlorn on a colossal rock
All prepared for extermination

Bloodshed, the only option
An aroma of overwhelming blaze
Flames littered the unholy ground
Rivers cried crimson tears
And nothing but a white light

The sky turned to black
Rain raging from heavens above
Shadows filled Her eyes
They fell upon Crimsons sands
And She heard an incomparable silence

Even in all these Eons
Since I have walked those

Silence.When the silence comes
we will be called the contemplators,
originators but never innovators.
We will serenade ourselves at night
with the arabesque pinwheels
of the unquantifiable, and the inescapably
abstract pooling behind
closed eyelids.

Abstract and abstruse.
It's in our nature –
we are the tawny wings
pasted on scrawny and thick
bodies, waiting for anyone to turn
on the lamp and suck us in.
We hope for heaven,
and only get burned.

But when it comes
we'll be waiting. We were never
outspoken – listeners,
not storytellers, because no one
ever wants our stories.
We're the ones left behind
but left intact

I know not whyI know not why the caged bird sings,
all I can say is that it does–
imprisoned forever, poor thing.
Doomed to repeat its melodies,
with no one around to listen.
Cut off from the world, like disease–
Lonely, terrible existence.
I know not why it softly cries,
Only that it does. Persistence.
When all of its screams have not been
heard, why, dear lord, do you treat it
so? What is this I feel within?
Such a longing to set it free
grows stronger with each solemn note.
This passion burns inside of me!
I know not why the caged bird sings,
all I can say is that it does,
and how it longs to spread its wings.

StumblingI'm losing my truths,
Stumbling
Searching for epiphanies
In the same old things

My rhymes are fading out,
Color slowly leaving
Seeing gray in everything
Wondering if this is grieving

The world is collapsing,
Afraid my art will flee
Losing hold of the thing
That really let me be me

The flow got disrupted,
Trickling
Waiting for it to pick up
Praying for a spring

Trying to remember
How hope got so far above
All of my will
Tied up with all my love

I promised you forever
So why can't I have right now?
I need to put my world
Back in place somehow.

Conflict with LuckLuck is never by my side,
I always lose a contest or a fight,
To the reason of that I’ll bring a light,
From everyone I got nothing hide!
I was reading a book in the park,
I wanted to go home, it was getting dark.
Suddenly a girl sat nearby,
For no reason she began to cry.
I wanted to cheer her up,
The girl yelled at me:
“Shut up!”
I turned away and walked back home,
I did not presume she would after me come.
When I noticed her, I did not know what to say,
I did not even my eyes on her lay.
I got inside my house and she followed me,
It did not know how to be.
She smiled and murmured:
“My name is Luck, finally we have met,
I’m surprised: inside me you let,
Others considered me a threat”.
She was a very strange girl
Her hair was white as a pearl,
Her gray eyes like diamonds shone,
Why had she after me gone?
Yes, I was lucky to find such a beauty,
I thought there was nothing magic about this cutie.
We lived together for a few days,
In front

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Essence of silence

by ~Selimeia, Oct 27, 2012, 12:52:27 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Ever so silent
I cross the shores of the eternal waves.
Lightbeams are the rude intruders
That enter and leave and betray
My vision

Ever so blurred
The image of the Could Have Been remains.
I stare at the flicker
That dances and swings and searches
My body

Ever so stunned
I'm shaking with the violent thought.
Darkness beach wants me to leave
So I can feel and mock and soothe
My soul

Ever so broken
An old tune reaches my brain synapses.
Waves crushing on the sand
So I have to move - forward or backward.
Cold or unknown.

Essence of silenceby ~Selimeia

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Just a bit of spontaneous poetry. Hope you enjoy.

I feel like there's something missing though.... Just can't tell what.

All feedback - comments especially . is highly appreciated!

=BasiliskX89 Jan 22, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

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=BasiliskX89 Dec 23, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Hello there!

This feedback is part of the contest by

The title of the poem is an interesting and thought stirring one.The mere title pulls the reader into another world where we are all floating in our own cocoons of solitude and of peace.The poem starts with "ever so silent.....of the eternal waves".This lines immediately brings a rather calming and soothing effect and with the rude light beams, it is as though the person wants to get lost and never be found.It wants to be left alone and at peace.

The second paragraph is about that person floating and is hoping that nobody can find it.Unfortunately for the person, the beach does not want that person and returns it to the place, the world that the person is so desperately trying to avoid.

Though is poem is interesting, it feels incomplete.Maybe rewriting it and adding a bit more imagery would help.Some of the lines lack a bit of depth and hence fail to create the mood.The flow of the poem is lacking, especially in the last lines of each of the paragraphs.

Overall, this is a nice poem and with a bit of work, could be so much better.

~Selimeia Dec 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks a lot for the feedback

I know there is... something missing, I personally just couldn't say where. Could you point out where you think the imagery is insufficient?

=BasiliskX89 Dec 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You are welcome.

I think in the middle, you could have described your agony with the world or the peace that you found as you floated away. If not then you could have rephrased what you wrote in a more artistic way. Instead of saying directly like darkness beach does not want me, you could put it as rejected by darkness, I was forced back into the world or something along those lines.I hope this helps What do you say?

~Selimeia Jan 11, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

It does help, but I'll need to take some time to think this through.
If you want to, I'll inform you if I might (which is unlikely, school stresses me like crazy -.-) finally get to rework some stuff.

=BasiliskX89 Jan 11, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I would love to see what you do with this poem

~Selimeia Jan 11, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Okay, I'll note you if I manage to get to it - might take some time though

=BasiliskX89 Jan 11, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Voel gluck

~Selimeia Jan 12, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks

(It's "viel"

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~iAmoret Dec 23, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

The imagery you created here is extremely vivid. I feel like I'm standing there right now! I'm trying to run this thing through my brain to find some sort of error or way to improve, but I'm drawing a blank. Maybe that if Darkness Beach is a place, the 'b' should be capitalized.

If you feel as though something's missing, try adding a single, stand alone line at the end. That changes your ending from
"So I have to move - forward or backward.
Cold or unknown. "

to something like
"So I have to move - forward or backward.
Cold or unknown.

I'm drowning."

See the difference? It adds one final peek at this character's desperation, the pain he/she feels.

Happy writing!

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