this poem opens itself with a knife.
"
using the knife like a scalpel,
the body is split
"
open
"
bleeding all over
the guts are a tangle
and littered with vestigial bits:
"
this love is like no other;
a stone on the hill like the sun on the horizon;
light over water;
the bombs bursting in air;
zang tumb tuuum;
before the law;
Major Major Major Major;
and so on.
"
its origin must be lowly;
its designer must be feeble;
it must have been a blind watchmaker--
this results from hearing about Giants' shoulders,
their hands counting the seconds
while nothing has happened but the obsession with...
"
but it had come too late.
there was nothing it could do.

"How could you say such a thing!" she said loudly.

I felt sick.  I thought, even if she doesn't have a career in opera, she could easily become a soap star.  I wondered if she ever used soap.  Her skin was always slightly oily.  Maybe she'd been up all night rehearsing this and that's why she didn't seem to have taken a shower today.  Actually, I thought, she's probably just lazy.

Anyway, the way she spoke to me, at any moment I expected to find out she had been having an affair with my evil twin.  I thought that this was too much drama for a coffee house and that the conversation should sound slightly more intellectual.

"But don't you see what a problem that is?  I mean, if you only try to see the good in people, how can you make moral judgments?  How can you decide who to trust and who not to trust?  I mean, if you just... ignore things you consider unpleasant, isn't that a lie?  Aren't you lying to yourself, then?  Then, I mean, you could meet Saddam Hussein and just be like, 'I think he's a nice guy, I like his beard and I like how dedicated he is to his position and how he fights for what he believes in.'  Do you understand?"

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Voyager
Do not fear, me, weary traveler.
Do not assume that I, do not know, hunger,
That I do not know, cold.
Rest your head down, on me, weary traveler.
Understand that I dearly love you, and please,
Do not depart from me.

Women
For A. Wright.

We love the lie.
We love the thrill.

We live for the purest white existence of a nothing,
That is slowly developing into a colorful something.

This darkened “nothing”, with silent fingers weaving, is fabricating delicate textures and patterns and is scarcely tangible to us. The meticulous archetypes meld together to form the most beautifully bright blue hues. It is then that they become the arrangement of petals on an embroidered kiecka#.

And we are to wear it.
It is to mold itself to our generous bodies.


But first,
We grasp hold of it, believing, in the fragile consortium. And somehow the lie, becomes a
Something, some, thing, we can actually touch.

And then that feeling becomes a desire, not for bodily pleasure, but perhaps, that our hearts could know that the dainty creases in our hands were in fact created for some purpose,
And not just for show.

Don't worry
About me
I'll be fine this time
This time

And I'll remember every second
Every moment
This can't last forever

Every second
Of every moment
Nothing lasts forever

Let us breathe softly
And keep this quiet
No one has to know
No one has to know

How many times do I have to say To get away-get gone Flip your shit past another lasses Humble dwelling You got your game, made your shot, and you got away With a lot, but I'm not turned-on So put away that meat you're selling 'cause I do know what's good for me- And I've done what I could for you But you're not benefiting, and yet I'm sitting Singing again, sing, sing again How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this I'm gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out It's time the truth was out that he don't give a Shit about me How many times can it escalate Till it elevates to a place I can't breathe? And I must decide, if you must deride That I'm much obliged to up and go I'll idealize, then realize that it's no Sacrifice, because the price is paid, and There's nothing left to grieve Fuckin go- 'cause I've done what I could for you, and I do know what's Good for me and I'm not benefiting, instead I'm sitting singing again, singing again, singing again, Sing, sing, sing again How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this I'm gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out It's time the truth was out that he don't give a Shit about me

i often sit on thoughts
like a hen incubating eggs
but then i drown my children
in never ending kegs

bobby lived in darkness
all his lightless life
some poetry lead him
to a wall switch
but he was afraid to leave his night
sometimes he caught flashes
from the heavens
and the stars
but when he flipped the switch
he closed his eyes
to hide his scars
for all that's revealed
by sunshine
some is obscured in shade
as these hours pass us
the pain begins to fade
it's from all the brightest
moment that we shield our eyes
but if we flip that switch
in our hearts
all that shadow dies

I found this community while I was searching for a new writing community since the NaNoWriMo community kind of died after NaNoWriMo ended. So, my name is Mary or Moo, whatever, I'm ~17. I write fiction. I'm nearly done with my NaNoWriMo novel.
Here's a sample of my work. It's a short story and not nearly as cheesy as it sounds. Feedback is much appreciated!

( Love at First Sight )

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"How could you say such a thing!" she said loudly.

I felt sick.  I thought, even if she doesn't have a career in opera, she could easily become a soap star.  I wondered if she ever used soap.  Her skin was always slightly oily.  Maybe she'd been up all night rehearsing this and that's why she didn't seem to have taken a shower today.  Actually, I thought, she's probably just lazy.

Anyway, the way she spoke to me, at any moment I expected to find out she had been having an affair with my evil twin.  I thought that this was too much drama for a coffee house and that the conversation should sound slightly more intellectual.

"But don't you see what a problem that is?  I mean, if you only try to see the good in people, how can you make moral judgments?  How can you decide who to trust and who not to trust?  I mean, if you just... ignore things you consider unpleasant, isn't that a lie?  Aren't you lying to yourself, then?  Then, I mean, you could meet Saddam Hussein and just be like, 'I think he's a nice guy, I like his beard and I like how dedicated he is to his position and how he fights for what he believes in.'  Do you understand?"

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Saw your band playing
Told you I’d be in the black satin cocktail dress
With the bright red stilettos
That I’d look different than I do now
Not mascara run
Walked in the smokey scene
Everyone turned to look
But none looked like your description
Then I saw you
Over in the corner
Talking to the drummer
He was holding sticks
You turned
Face scruffy
Hair dark, windblown back, messy
Face so clear
Eyes sparkling
Black shirt, with metal art design
Some kind of hot jeans
Huge black boots
And some thick black belt with a huge metal buckle
I saw peek out
I could tell already you were going to smell good
Because you were ready for me
And looked meticulously put together
I walked up to you
My hair long, straightened, dark
Coral red lipstick
Intense big brown eyes
And a grin
That said I’m here..
You looked at my curves up and down
All the way down to my shoes
The look on your face
Like.. you were just ready to have me
That and your astonished smile
Gave you away
Really
Just like that
Just like that, I thought
Hmm
I felt a quick surge of naughty
Maintaining composure, I was quickly grounded
But
With relaxed eyes
I continued to stare with you
Your lips full
Your eyelashes long enough to be
Hot
Your voice.. husky
Calm, hypnotizing
Strong
But gentle
Alluring
Didn’t notice the intensity so much
Earlier
Different circumstances
Different outlook
I suppose
And you said, please sit here
One could tell if they knew people
You were a true gentleman
As in gentle
You were earlier
That’s for sure
And pulled a chair out for me
You asked how I was
And I replied better
We talked of
The place
The band
That I wasn’t familiar with it
They played rock
And rock was not really my thing
That was not a genre I knew well
Or even the whole live band thing
I wasn’t too familiar with you either
But I wanted to be
You looked so enchanted
As was I
We were completely enveloped
In each other
The background would be just a blur
We had our focus
You held my hand
Said you wanted to take me somewhere
Took my hand up the windy flighty stairs
And to the roof top we ended
Opened the door
And exhilarated
I smiled subtly
Composure, composure
I reminded myself
The stars decorated the sky completely
No corner left forgotten
What a night
Moon was in its usual spot
Sporting a full suit
City lights and landscapes before us
Our theatre
There.. lay a fluffy king size comforter
Laid completely out
Over the oddly smoothed gravel
Champagne
P&J Rose, after this night
it would be my favorite
Buried in ice
My face in total amazement
A cognac glass
With a white peony clipped
And floating
I sat there with you drinking
Talking
Taking in the scenery
With light winds
Of how we met
How funny
That you were there
At the moment
I lost it
Anxiety attack
Right there on the corner
When I saw my boyfriend kissing
Another
You a familiar face
dragged me away, kicking, screaming,
Crying
By my hand, telling me
You’re not seeing what you’re seeing
Come follow me
And I’ll tell you
Confused and upset
You sat me down
By a red brick building
And told me of your girlfriend
Who did the same
That broke your heart
As you clung to your chest
So animated and creative
You were
Which I thought clever
To get me away
A free spirit you are
And that I suffer insanity
For being with you there
We shared coffee
And talked more
And you looked at me
Like everything would be all right
Forgetting all that just happened
As if it were nothing
And here we are..
On the same night
How things are different
How magical this seems
Kick off my red stilettos
Outside the blanket
And somehow the night drifts
While we tell each other
Of past stories
Laughing and conversation
Until the sky turned a dark lavender
And as the dawn crept
We fall asleep
I on your arm, nuzzled in your chest
You wrapped completely around me
The bottle empty
Long ago
And when I wake
Surely from dreaming..
You were still there.

In the dark silent cold night
An air breezes through
It carries dried leaves
You can hear them dragging on the floor
Not many lights are lit
but there is the one window
Still glowing
That room that has light
Also holds many emotions
that travel through vents
Recycling itself
Thoughts of her being
Inner faults
Gifts or curses
'We can only do what we set'
'We can only care for ourself'
She says after a life of giving
However
it's hard..
The window has shades
The thin worn kind
I'm sure the light shines
not so softly
Through the outside
Resembles an organ she owns
She thinks to herself
To fathom what is going on inside
is of a sole person and her shadow
Just cruising in blankness
She sits on that empty page
looking around
at all the spaces to fill
and finds herself the vivid object
amongst a bleak background ..
An eternity it seems
When will it lift
What will it take
For it to all make sense ..

Home is where the hardest goodbyes are.

am i less of a person now that my bones of stopped moving
and my fingers are turning cold
cause i'm splintering into bits
and the marrows stop reproducing
and my cells are fast asleep

i found a nest inside my body
where there was cancer trying to breed
but by now its long gone because
even death wants nothing to do with me

and there are holes in my backyard
where purple and red flowers used to grow
but they were put in terracotta pots some time ago
and the holes in my backyard lead to bengal

so lets take a trip with shovels
and uproot the entire earth
and shake our lifeless bodies till they are suddenly less inert

our bones will creak and rattle
we've been dying for so many years
but the holes in my backyard lead to bengal

i had a dream last night of boy
i one time knew and cared about
he said we'd never be together
our birthdays were numerically incompatible

and the flowers in my backyard grew into an entire forest
they tore away their terracotta
and the holes in my backyard lead to bengal