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Little NothingsI was the prettiest girl you knew,
you had said,
your eyes on me through the rearview mirror.
Glasses that belonged in the '70s rested atop your black,
hairspray encrusted hair
and two hoop earrings dangled from each ear.
I remember that it had rained that day.
The umbrella still sat open in the passenger seat
where I belonged,
dripping crystal droplets onto the fake leather seat.

My hair still smelled of compressed air
and sugary plastic;
battle scars from our earlier fight.
The ride took four hours across the prairie.
One in silence,
Two filled with big band tunes,
toe tappin,
finger snappin, and
dashboard drummin,
And a

Little GirlsThere once was a girl,
a wicked young girl,
who never listened to her mother,
nor her father.
She played out with the boys,
tore dresses and picked fights,
until one day, she fell down.
Her mother ‘tsked’ and shook her head,
her father laughed in scorn.
Little girls who skin their knees
aren’t little girls at all.

His vision, Her brushHe took her by the wrist and gently placed a brush in her hand.
She dipped it in a bottle of pastels,
And under His watchful eye
She drew a sky with all the colors before her.
A shade of blue glowed on the page,
And in the distance birds cawed.

Once He nodded in approval
Her brush painted a scene of love and silent tears.
Houses appeared on the page,
Each with more meaning then the next.
Gradually the scene changed,
As things do with age.

Her brush faltered,
Painting a scene in all blacks and blues.
She shaded her face until only the tears showed.
The painter stubbornly looked down,
Ignoring the face of beauty looking down a

My MistressThe sun is her mentor,
that orange ball of gas that
dances across the pale blue sky,
pulled along by an invisible string -
the same string that throws me to my knees
before her feet.

I find it in her eyes,
the fire that burns in the sky,
and also in her soul;
a passion born from coals
and lathered in desire -
my mistress of fire.

It is in this game that she reigns supreme,
the woman of fire
who passionately controls each breath I take.
The Devils prized orator,
it is the eloquence of her speech
that keeps me playing with fire,
the burns beautiful reminders of
her incredible power.

And if I were to die,
I’d die amongst flames,
awaiti

My Humble PrayerScarlet waves break and swell,
A scene I know all too well.
Dark thoughts swallow me whole,
There's nothing tangible for me to hold.

In hope I'm lacking,
In faith I'm slacking.
I humble myself to ask for forgiveness,
I apologize for my acts of selfishness.

I open up my heart to you,
I free my soul to let you through.
Lord I need your wisdom!
Lord I shout out for your healing!

I turn to you in my moment of strife,
I beg for you to save my life.
I'm scared to death
Of this forlorn path.

I dream of a place that feels like home,
I'm dying in these vast unknowns.
I'm scared and tattered,
Bruised and battered.

I open up my hear

Questions Left UnansweredDo you see yourself?
You're always talking about others?
Do you see yourself?
And all the ways that you've been acting like them?
What happened to you?

Do you see me here?
Calling out your name?
Do you see me here?
Weeping violent tears for you?
I love you so.

Do you see this path?
This path that you've been following?
Do you see this path?
The path that leads to nothing but regret?
I pity all the sorrows that are to come.
What happened to you?

Do you hear their words?
Their words that try to help?
Do you hear their words?
Those soothing words to fight back the evil?
They're calling out to you!

Do you feel their hands?
T

FirelightShe was breathless with fireflies
and sleepless nights
amongst lilac caresses
and beneath a moonlit heaven.

She was starlight in the night,
glowing with pink pinched cheeks
and beauty which she stole straight from heaven.
God let her keep the splendor.

She was the dimples in her cheeks
as she smiled wide at the cupped fireflies
matching her splendor
and the lilac caresses.

HavocHaven’t you ever seen a girl with glass in her skin?
The broken kind: shattered jars and smashed windows,
jagged edges, dip dyed tips red –
looks good on the both of us walls, too.
Pretend walls with Wonder Woman posters hanging,
the Wonder Woman with big boobs, never the other.
Walls you smash holes in with your cut up fist – my bad.

It’s the skin. I warned you, half –heartedly,
warnings lost in a sea of words,
I talk too much when I forget my lines.
We now have a matching pair,
scars, that is.
My palms read havoc,
in the morning yours will too.
Stay long enough a

Save MeThis time won't you save me?

I can feel myself giving up,
Letting go,
Blacking out.
All this calling out,
This time won't you hear me?

This time won't you save me?

I feel the storm is coming,
I feel myself drowning in a sorrow I can't explain,
I'm dreaming in the pouring rain.
This time won't you wake me?

This time won't you save me?

This sword I wield,
For a reason I yet know.
I can't do this alone.
This time won't you save me?

PoetryI created a wall of text
to save me from myself
and to shut you out of my life,
while dragging you further into my mind
than anyone has ever gone.

DeceptionD-do you feel that? Do you feel it? …Or am I crazy? T-tell me y-you feel it too.
It's..it's the wind. This wind, it blows ice cold. It blows through me, this wind. I feel it, I….feel it everywhere. It's in my bones.
D-do you feel it? Or am I crazy. Do you feel… you feel the snow? It's all white..and light, and fluffy, yet it…it hurts. I-when it falls, on my skin, it burns. The cold, it burns. Or am I crazy?

In a crown made of silver...Silver has always been my favorite color.  I remember when I was a little girl and I first saw the moon.
"Anne?" I had asked, tugging on my sister's sleeve.
"Yeah, Dawn?"
"What is that ball of silver in the sky?" I pointed to the glowing orb above the house.  I felt small and childish asking the question, but Anne's gentle smile reassured me.
"That's the moon."
"What is it for?"  I asked, suddenly afraid.  It looked metallic and cold, like the tools littering hospital counter tops which I had seen in excess the past week.
Anne took my hand and adopted a motherly voice for the

Through YouI screamed Your name in naïve vain,
I never thought You'd walk my way.
Now I know where I went wrong.
I was asking for what was already there.
My eyes are open,
I no longer fear.
You've taken my hand and showed me the way.
I found hope in You, and your son,
Lord, Jesus Christ

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
For You are with me.
Through You I will face myself.
Through You I will smile again and be free.
Through You,
I will believe.

DuskCome,
Let us
Burn new trails
With our teenage
Ambition as a guiding, white beacon.
There is beauty to be found in what's left
Of burnt incense,
Guitars, and
Echoed
Dreams.

NamedTickle my tongue with
the full vowels of your name.
No, not the worldly uttering of man,
but the luscious caress of female speech.

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Such a beautiful girl
Such a beautiful soul
Such a beautiful destiny ahead of her.

I love to see her smile,
It lights up her eyes each time.
I love to hear her laugh,
It reminds me it's all right.
Sometimes I love to just look at her,
Because she's so beautiful.
She lights up the world with her ways.

But I cry to see her frown.
The tears on her face bring sorrow to my life.
She's scared on the inside.
Such a beautiful girl was thrown into such an ugly world.
She was innocent once,
Long ago.

I want to open her eyes,
Show her the beauty all around her.
Show her the beauty in her.
I want her to know someone out there

BruchkoThe roaring sea became calm,
The shouting of birds ceased.
All children in class were silent,
The old and the young became still.
For one glorious second,
The whole world knew Jesus Christ and was at peace,
Before breaking out into a cry for the Lord.
It was a celebration,
One more girl had entered Lords magnificent kingdom.

But for one girl,
The peace, the serenity,
Lasted more than one second.
It stretched on for minutes,
Days,
Months,
Years,
For Eternity.
For she knows Jesus Christ,
Our Lord, our Savior.

She sat still,
Reveling in her happiness, her peace.
It wasn't shown on her face,
The change inside her,
She

Diamond DropsGuitar in hand,
voice expertly tuned,
the rusty bench is his thrown,
the meager coat his robe,
a scrap of bread his feast.

Pesky wind teases with the hair of passer bys.
Grey storm clouds bring cold air
and diamond drops.

Pandemonium!

Polished shoes step into muddy ground.
Stilettos poke holes in the flawless land.
The sparkling grass was hidden by eager travelers.
Silk petals were lost in the wind.

Yelling, shouting, screaming!

A well shaven face comes eye to eye with an ant.
A girl's hair is pulled clean out,
two more men are locked in a deadly dance.

Yet amongst all the commotion,
a single voice shines through,
remindi

HeartbreakHeartbreak

And it's painful to think,
That you see this all.
You're smart enough to figure this out,
Yet dumb enough to let me go.

And it's painful to think,
You caused all this.
I thought you were nice enough not to leave me like this,
Yet I'm out in the cold, dying just for a 'hi'.

And it's painful to think.
I'm not the only one.
I knew you'd do this to me,
Yet I was dumb enough to become one of the others.

And it's painful to think,
That'd I do it again.
You're just so you,
You're just so Josh.

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Untitled Nights

by =dawn181, Jan 10, 2013, 3:56:00 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Remember when I promised you forever?

Well I only meant tonight and
the little bit of air left in the high
of my lungs. So keep me alive with
the onslaught of your breath, the wet
corners of your lips pressed clumsily
against my own. Let us draw this out
like the waist of your pants lying
somewhere in the past, when you
still thought you were gay and
men looked good in nothing at all.

Untitled Nightsby =dawn181

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Just some random poetry inspired by some random words I jotted down on a page and the style of a wonderful poet my friend introduced me to. (I cannot remember her last name, but her first name is Aimee with an accent on the first E)

^{You may not use this, under any circumstances, without my permission. Untitled Nights (c) dawn181, a.k.a Taylor (me)}

Critique by ~winterkate Jan 11, 2013, 2:41:00 PM

I loved the last two lines of this poem so much. I just feel like they brilliantly encompassed everything you wanted to say here about moments and how quickly they pass and how beautiful those privileged moments when someone else allows you to see their vulnerability is. I feel like, as far as constructive criticism goes, really playing with the line breaks as a way to switch up the pacing of the piece would really work well. For example:

Remember when I promised you
forever?

Well I only meant tonight and
the little bit of air left in the high
of my lungs. So keep me alive with
the onslaught of your breath, the wet
corners of your lips pressed clumsily
against my own. Let us draw this out

etc. Asyndeton is great for speeding up works, etc. But the last two lines - and really all of this poem - are gorgeous.

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Critique by ~Michel-le-fou Jan 10, 2013, 9:35:56 PM

The most outstanding detail is the irony of your introductions: I promised you forever but I meant tonight. That was remarkable. The remainder was still good reading, the the lines about your breath/lungs, and so on. Unique expression. The wet lips pressed together was quaintly written. You show a wry humor as well as a talent for irony. Quite my kind of poet. The succeeding line about waistline was amusing. There seems to be a prime example of your humor and/or sarcasm in the closing lines about being gay, and I enjoyed that. Altogether, it was a very charming and fun read.

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!travelgirlxx Jan 14, 2013

Hi! Your poem has been featured as a fave on my 1st ever Sunday Feature journal!
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=dawn181 Jan 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Awe you're too sweet (: Thank you.

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~Adonael Jan 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

The rhetorical question is good for engaging the reader and the casual style reflects the 'one night stand' vibe that's at work in this one. I like how you allegorically describe the clothes and the last line has impact.

=dawn181 Jan 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Hehe thank you

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

~Adonael Jan 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

No worries

`vespera Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

"Let us draw this out
like the waist of your pants lying
somewhere in the past" OH YES

=dawn181 Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Eee that's my favorite part too

`vespera Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

For good reason

~Annuski Jan 11, 2013 Student Writer

Hmm, interesting, and really good

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