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7. Heaven"When I die, I'll go to Heaven!"
That's what they all say.
"If you do wrong, you'll go to Hell!"
Isn't there another way?
Why must I wait for Heaven in death,
When it's right here in the frost of my breath.
Watching the snow as it clings to the trees,
Feeling the bite of the cool midday breeze.
Seeing the bare arms of trees as they sway,
I just found Heaven, and I prefer it this way.

11. Memory of a ButterflyLittle butterfly,
Butterfly beautiful
Flying wild and free
Gently through the air
Warmed by the sun
Looking for food
In the beautiful garden
For the beautiful flowers,
For the sweetest nectar,
Tasting so delicious
Little butterfly never been more happy
To gaze at the world
Breathe the air
Without a worry
About what is to come

Little butterfly,
Watch out for the running children
Playing in the grass green
Fly away,
Don't stay
They'll catch you,
To never let you go
Hurry
Too late
You've been caught,
They stole your freedom,
Little butterfly
Threw you in a box
Ripped your wings
And ripped you apart

Little butterfly

Collapsing StarsSpeak to me in iambic pentameter
and weave Shakespeare sonnets with Milton anecdotes.
Read me riddles and rhymes divulged
over uneaten dinners and swing-sets with broken chains.
Allow me to lip-synch to your ballad of broken piano-fingers
and I will lay next to you in the dew grass and smoke memories
masked in Marlboros.
Together we will race to the ends of time
and find that nothing exists but the moments in which
we think of aurora beams and sticky grilled cheese.

Paint anagrams for me in the colors of
raindrops and oil spills.
Send moonlight messages in the austere silence
of silhouettes and shadows puppeteered
by flashin

02 LoveThe girl skips along the path, she kicks up dirt with her slender legs and twirls. Her dress spins with her and swishes against her knees. She laughs and cries out in joy as she kicks up more dirt with her wild dance. Along the street people start to notice her.
"Is she childish?" One asks.
"Maybe she is mad?" Replies another.
The girl's cheeks are flushed and her lips slightly swollen. Her hair is tussled, as well as her dress.
"She might be sick?" Points out another. " Just look at her face."
"Its true, she might be delusional." Someone exclaims.
The girl's eyes are shining bright. Her heart feels like it is bursting from emotion and

A Cry For HelpBetrayal.
That's what I feel
every time you take his side.
No matter who's at fault
you always defend him.
Always leave me at the mercy of his verbal abuse.
Then it's my fault for shouting back.
My fault for trying to defend myself.
My fault for trying to do the thing you deny to do.

Defenseless.
That's how you leave me.
How can you
when you've seen and felt
his force yourself?
Is it punishment for not
doing as I'm told?

How can you sit there
and tell me it's my fault?
Tell me, does it feel nice
to watch me suffer?
No, I'm sorry.
I'm not being fair.
I know you love me.
I know you care.
It's not that you want

10. Breathe AgainI still remember it,
Remember it clearly.
Before you came,
Every day was a burden.
I always were so tired,
My eyes felt so blurred,
Like someone, something,
Had cast a veil upon them.
My soul somehow felt so worn.
Happiness was rare.
My memories lied around me,
Pressed me together,
Like a cage,
Almost killing me.

With no words,
Nothing but a hug,
Your arms around me,
Your silent words,
Removed it all.
I remember.
When you came to me,

I was finally able to breathe again.

6. Break AwayShe wears fashion,
Make-up too,
Her hair is done
In the latest up-do.
I'd love to look,
And act like her.
Sleek and elegant,
Like a hunting bird.
But I don't fit.
I'm the quiet cat.
I can break away.
I don't need that.

8. InnocenceInnocence in a child's eyes,
Not knowing of the world's pain.
Innocence in the old man's gaze,
Not knowing that death is held just at bay.
Innocence in the young lover's smile,
Not knowing his partner's a cheat.
Innocence in a girl's first kiss,
Not knowing his love isn't concrete.
Innocence in the lives of our men,
Not knowing that soon they will fight.
Innocence in the world as we know it,
Not knowing of its eventual plight.

Run Until You Turn WeightlessRun little girl;
Run until your lungs give out
And your legs scream for an end,
And then keep running.

Life is a race, little one,
And if you run fast enough
You just might win.
But be careful;
There are obstacles
Ready to be thrown in your way,
And sometimes the cars refuse to merge.

It's hard sometimes
To keep going
- I know it is -
But trust me,
Just keep running
And it'll get easier:
You'll get stronger
And sooner or later
Your lungs will expand
And your legs will numb
And your body will
Rise up and down
With the buoyancy of ease
And become weightless.

So run little girl;
Run until your legs turn strong
And

Picking DandelionsThere's something comforting
About sleeping in your bed, lovely,
Even if it is empty.
There's something about
Burying my face in these pillows
That barely smell like you anymore;
A kind of musky, outdoors smell
- hidden deep beneath the sweet tang
Of laundry detergent -
That reminds me of swing sets
And teeter-totters
And dandelions.

There's something comforting
About curling up in the hollows
You left behind in these box springs.
There's a strange, almost magical,
Warmth woven into these blankets;
A warmth that seeps through
My iceberg bones
And somehow manages to fill
The gaping holes in my composure.
It may not be m

2. LoveShe's sitting my lap, absently fondling with Wendy, as I braid her long light brown hair.

She's unusually quiet, and in the mirror I can see her little pink lips down in a frown.

"Loon?"

"Yes, Carmen?"

I momentarily pause in my braiding.

"What's wuv?"

I blink in surprise and look at her face in the mirror. Her eyes are practically boring into me, her face determined.

I chuckle and resume my braiding, keeping my eyes on her hair instead.

"What's funny?"

I tug lightly on a strange of her hair, making her pout.

"Have you already forgotten what love is, Carmen?"

Her face reddens.

"Course I haven't! I… need reminding."

"Well, I s

[45.] PhantasmsShe kissed the ghost in the moonlight
Because she knew he'd be gone by daylight

Their fingers touched sometimes

When is a door not a door, a door, a door?
Ajar, ajar
Rusted keys
Locking up hearts from afar

If you spoke the words, why didn't your lips move?
And what is the truth supposed to prove?

Too too
Blue blue
And she sees right through

2. I Love You More"I love you to forever and back!"
He'd always challenge.
"I'll love you to forever and back twice!"
I would always tease.

"I love you more than the sky!"
He'd say on occasion.
"I love you more than the sun,"
I would grin.

"I love you more,"
He'd cross his arms and smirk.
"Oh yeah? Prove it,"
I always loved his little quirks.

"I love you more, Momma,"
He said as he lay there sick.
"I don't think so, baby,"
I said hiding tears.

"I love you more than the whole world!"
He stated, determined to the end.
"I love you more than all of space,"
I answered, fighting back a sob.

"I love you, son,"
I said with sad clown's smile.
"I l

MamaA swollen tummy and the bird-like flutter of a heart,
I want to thank you for loving me from the very start.

Since the beginning, from first steps and first words,
You're the one who always listened, the one who always heard.

You helped me through heartache and wiped away my tears,
You taught me to dream and conquer my fears.

My mentor, my teacher, a guide like no other,
I love you more that anything, my best friend...

My mother.

100 themes challenge. 1: Introduction "Introduce yourself." The shy, little girl looks up at her nanny, clinging onto her blue, cotton skirt. "It's okay he won't bite." The girl glances at the boy in front of her. He was shorter than her by a little bit and his hair stuck up in places. His face and hands were smattered with paint. A wry smile is on his face, his dark blue eyes twinkling at her behind his dark hair.

The little girl, suddenly brave, takes out her hand. "I'm Isabella."

The boy shakes her hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Daniel."

They giggle. Isabella lets go of her nanny's skirt, instead taking Daniel's hand. Isabella glances back at her nanny. "It's okay, go pla

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75 Mirror

by =xMissLovelessx, Jun 1, 2012, 7:46:00 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Mirror, mirror on my wall,
Today's the day I learn to stand tall.

Today is the day,
I cease to care what you say.

I do not need to hear these lies,
while staring into my own eyes.

Mirror, mirror now I see,
the things you show are ruining me.

Now mirror, mirror don't you care?
Stop worrying about my weight, or my hair.

Mirror, mirror it was nice while it lasted?
It'd never work, our thoughts contrasted.

My body is fine, I don't need to fast.
I'm through with you at long last.

My complexion is perfectly fine.
You wanna know why? It's mine.

Those scars you caused, they won't fade.
But I've had enough, I've set down the blade.

My friends, the ones that aren't false,
won't ever judge me for my faults.

All those late nights alone,
turns out, were well known.

Mirror, mirror without a doubt,
I'm done with this, I'm going out.

Oops, my friends are here.
Now it's time for you to disappear.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
your ways of pain are left to fall.

75 Mirrorby =xMissLovelessx

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~noturgurl365 Sep 14, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

<3 great job erica love you girl <3

~luckijames Jun 10, 2012

Tehee. I helped you with this in class ;3

=xMissLovelessx Jun 10, 2012 Student General Artist

I know, thank you love.

~JackieStarSister Jun 5, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

This is excellent. It's creative and relevant and personal. Great job.

*haunted-harmony Jun 3, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I love it!

It's so.........empowering. Reminds me of rising from the ashes.

=xMissLovelessx Jun 4, 2012 Student General Artist

Yay, feedback!

Glad you like it, I had to write it after a really insecure night freaking out about how I look. I'm kinda happy they had a mirror prompt; it gave me an excuse to put this in a popular group...

*haunted-harmony Jun 8, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Well I do love it; and the context behind it.

They give you prompts? XD

=xMissLovelessx Jun 9, 2012 Student General Artist

It's an entry, uh, it's prompt 75 in both variations 1 and 2.

*haunted-harmony Jun 9, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Oh. XD For some reason I thought it had been a school prompt.

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