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Homosexuality BitesThey found me slumped over in the school showers
With a towel loosely wrapped around my waist
Scalding hot water was blistering my skin
As I bled from an unspeakable place

A hard-handed teacher dragged me to my feet
With little or no sign of sympathy
For the bruising to my feeble framed ribcage
And the fractures to my identity

I think they all thought that I had it coming
As no one was willing to testify
That the sodomy inflicted upon me
Was something to which I hadn’t complied

Boisterous boys laughing in the corridors
As I shamefully limped throughout the day
Not a thought for the pain that was inflicted
Just worried for what my pa

I Am a WriterI am a writer.
Yes, it’s easy for me to fall into a dream.
But there is nothing wrong with being tighter
With a story’s theme.

I am a writer.
That is all I will ever want to be
In the end, my story will be lighter,
And my characters will finally be free.

I am a writer.
There is nothing easier to say than that.
I will never let a story wither
Nor let a story fall flat

I am a soon to be author.
With several books ready to be read,
I want them to have great honor
And wish there will be tears shed.

Pieces of chessKings and pawns are all the same
All but pieces in a game
A stroke of luck
A touch of ill fate
Decides in the end who will be
Checkmate

Twinkle StarTwinkle twinkle little star
Noone cares just who you are
When you fall the fall is far
Twinkle twinkle superstar.

*Mask*Tonight hearts will beat
Identities are concealed
When we masquerade.

Familiar voices
Behind flamboyant disguise
Recognize those eyes.

2013 Delice1941
13th April2013

The Soldier's Letter To HomeI write this from my death bed
My eyes fading in the light
Drowned in crimson red,
Drowned in shaking fright.
The enemy has won
The war now has ended
And though killed by my son
May his sins be ammended.
For this is Civil War
I cannot change the tide
So from you I implore
Do what is right.

Bury me somewhere nice
Near, and fair to look at
And forgive my son his sins;
For in war, no one wins.

Take Death's HandI do not fear Death.
My life has been long enough.
It's time I take my last breath.
I shall not rebuff.
Death stands by my side,
his hand extended for me to take.
His face is veiled like that of a bride.
This life I now forsake
as Death takes me away.
I do not regret
for I am free of the fray.
Please do not fret
for I am okay.

~Evil creatures~

They're evil creatures in the night
Lurking in the shadows but still seeing there sight
From they're pale skin and glowing eyes
Out there graves they will rise
Moaning and groaning is what you hear
Your body will soon fill with fear

They walk or run in a fast pace
Here they come for the chase
Get ready for the fear
Coming through the door they are here
Board up the windows to keep them away
This is the place you don't want to stay

It's too late now they're breaking in
It's a fight you may not win
Grab you shotgun prepare for the fight
This battle may last all night
Pain and blood come from your arm
A bite from these creatures can cause muc

AveryHis veins are filled with music and with stars.
His thoughts are filled with emptiness and flow.
His voice is made of dusty old guitars.
His mind’s a rusty cog that clanks below.
And these affects and gifts with which he’s blessed –
Or cursed, as alternately it may be –
Are some well-known and some yet unaddressed,
And they determine all that he must see.
But when his veins must open up and burst
And when his thoughts in dark directions fly,
When all his voice can do is preach the worst,
When all his mind can think to do is die –
It gives him pause to check himself and breathe.
May he stay in this world and never

EndlingHere am I, the captive thylacine
Treading my tiger-striped, ungainly way
Around the metal-mesh confinement of my cage
Here am I, exhibited, exhumed
Brought from the brink to pace another day
A living testament, a final thumbmarked page
Here am I, the only specimen
Bereft of mate, of pups, of kin, of kind
Watching the claws of history extending
Here am I, the final thylacine
The only one, the last, the lost, the endling.

Who Was HeHe stood at the average height for men.
His built was quite average.
His eyes were that of cyan.
Nonetheless, he was average.

His hair was that of blonde,
Nearly, white.
His walk and personality had a great bond.
He was a confident sight.

His skin was a delicate peach.
His muscles were quite firm.
So irresistible, a teasing reach.
His appearance had its own term.

One that the dictionary cannot confirm.

Who was he?
That man with his own sea?
He was one without a name.
His appearance was a taunting game.
He was one without a number for an age.
Forget it, he’s fake on this page.

SuicideThere's no blood on her hands
Bullet holes in the door
Nothing but colored pills
And her lying on the floor

You look at her face
There's despair in her eyes
And you wonder what she thought
As she fell and died

And maybe you're begging her to come back
And maybe you're asking why she let go
The hurt in your chest feels like a heart attack
And now you finally know

Maybe you could've helped her
If you'd looked past your own nose
Maybe she'd be alive now
You had a chance, this is what you chose
Now maybe you'll learn from things
That you didn't see
Maybe you'll open your eyes
And rescue him, or her, or me
Maybe she cried a prayer
For the oth

All AloneI'm sitting in my four walled room
Their closing in, like an ancient tomb
I feel like I'm wasting time for two
When all I want is me and you

One WindowOne window is all I need
To see the world for what it truly is
With my mind a system of creed.
My talent can depict or dismiss
This world of goals, so hear my heed.

I sit down beside a journal,
My fingers clutching a pencil.
I will make my character’s life spiral
And send them off to a council
Where they must advance through the next trial.

One window is all I need
To watch them afar a long, hazy field,
Where I can study their speed
Of understanding when they will yield
Of life, itself, so they need to hear my heed.

My character’s goal,
As well as mine,
Is to be whole
And see how bright life can shine
Even through the darkness

You never chose the middle pathYou never chose the middle path, the place
of careful, safe and unremarkable,
the sky at 10 am, the camp at base,
the decaf paper cup unbreakable.

You had to go with high and low and real,
with rich and fast and things more notable:
the sky at midnight, Himalayan-feel,
the oxygen and you, unstoppable.

But then your weight became too much for skies.
Your melamine became a china cup.
And those who cried moved on to lesser highs.
They look ahead, or down, but never up.

You never chose the middle path, you raced.
I’m looking up, and pray that speed is graced.

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Just being evilI know I am evil,
I know I am probably insane.
But this is who I am,
who are you to complain?

It is not like I try to be evil.
Hard to believe, but its true!
I could do what is right,
but why would I want to?

After all, I am so happy,
I am where I want to be.
Even if I could change
I would still want to be me.

It is like the world approves
of my horrendous deeds.
I am not punished, but rewarded
so I guess this is the right path for me.

So go ahead, hate me, curse me,
spit at the very sound of my name.
But know that I am just being me
so why should I be ashamed?

I am normal...I am normal,
Just like all of you!
They say that I am sick,
I say you are being tricked!

I am completely normal.
Everyone gets angry from time to time.
Have you never hated someone,
Wanted to make them pay for their crimes?

Yes…I am normal.
Everyone want to kill someone.
But they are all such cowards,
Seems like I am the only brave one.

Really, I am normal!
I did what you all wanted to do!
You are all just like me,
So why do you hate me so…

No! I am normal!
Please, I have done nothing wrong!
I know that you hate me…
Aren't you going to kill me now?

This is where we partTo be with you
is to be in bliss.
I would do anything
just to feel your kiss.

Yes, I believe I love you,
and I know you love me.
If we would be together
how happy we would be!

This is my heart's desire,
to love you until the end.
I would be your shield,
your lover and friend.

Sadly I know
this cannot be
For in your dreams
there is no room for me.

So farewell my love
this is where we part.
I rather live in loneliness
then having to break your heart.

Behind my maskI ask myself: what is he?
What does the mask hide?
What is this thing I call me,
what am I inside?
I once wore a mask,
but now I see that as me.
Have I really forgotten,
what I am supposed to be?

How did this happen,
who made me this way?
I know the answer is me,
I am the only one to blame.
I did create this mask
Because I was too afraid,
to face the world as myself
and the people it contained.

But what did it do?
It made me forget how to be!
What I once called a mask
is what I now call me.

Oh how I would scream,
if only I remembered how.
It is a distant dream,
for me to be free now.

So please do not be me,
learn fro

The Voice of AggressionWhy do you care for them
when no one cares for you?
You pretend to be the good son,
but we both know that isn't true.

Or do you really believe
in this pathetic compassion?
Listen to my advice
I will show your true passion!

For I gaze into your heart
and see only hatred burning bright.
I can see your twisted dark soul
that finds others pain such a delight.

Still believe you are noble,
you little creature of hate?
I am your true nature,
I am your true fate.

You wonder what I am?
I am what you are afraid to be!
I am part of the human that is you
the part that you refuse to see.

Why do you fight your nature
even if it is that

To burn a heartI have been raised
to live as a thrall.
Forced to help others,
living as a slave for all.

Finally I understand,
their beliefs are not mine.
My destiny is my own,
I do not have to be benign!

For why should I care?
They mean nothing to me!
No longer will I suffer,
I will finally be free!

No more empathy,
that can cause me pain!
No more bonds on my soul,
I can finally live again!

Yet what is struggling,
Is this…my heart?
You want me to help them,
want me to do my part…

Bah! I know you,
I loathe you still!
I burn you again and again,
until you obey my will!

…But why do I suffer
the more I let you burn?
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by *Vilhelm-Johansson, Dec 14, 2012, 1:09:01 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

I have done so very little,
I have let my life slip away.
Imagine what I could have been
If I hadn't wasted day after day.

It is the depth of despair
to know what one could have been.
To always look back in shame
and know that it is too late for me.

But maybe it's not yet over,
blood still flows in my veins.
Much time have been lost
But a little still remains.

Although it is forever gone
everything that I could have been,
I can still choose to fight
and carve a better life for me.

With so much time lost
I can no longer live in regret.
Now is my time to rise
with blood, tears and sweat!

Now I go towards a bright future,
carved with my own two hands!
I can finally see on the horizon
the shores of my own promised land.

Maybe it is not too late...by *Vilhelm-Johansson

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

I suddenly got an urge to write this after reading "Born black" by

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I am not sure how, seeing that they are not about the same thing, but I suppose it is thanks to her that I managed to write my first decent poem in two months!
And by the way I the few of her poems I have read have been really good! Her gallery is definitely worth checking out!

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*Elixa-Carr Dec 29, 2012 Student Writer

Thank you so much!

And this is really good... Hopeful, something I'm not good at.

*Vilhelm-Johansson Jan 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You are welcome!

And thank you, I am happy to hear that you liked it so much! And you even faved it, Thanks!

Well let us hope that you get better at being hopeful... and sorry for the bad pun

*Elixa-Carr Jan 4, 2013 Student Writer

Ner problemo. And

bad puns are my bread & butter. Or fish fingers & custard.

*Retrubutionist777 Dec 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Wow this is sooooo good! I love it! You're so wonderful at writing

And OH....MY....GOODNESS.....you know *Elixa-Carr?!?!? YES!!!! She's one of my best friends

_{Although come to think of it you may have known her way before I came along, and I just now discovered it.}

*Vilhelm-Johansson Dec 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Aww, Thank you! You're too kind!

And actually I just saw her DA page 2 days ago, just before I wrote this. I found it by looking at your page, and I am glad that I did, she seems to be really good at writing, just like you!

*Retrubutionist777 Dec 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You're very welcome! And well, your work really does deserve the praise. It's excellent!
Oh yay, I'm glad I helped you find her! Elixa's work is wonderful

Thank you!

~Kuriakyuuketsuki Dec 15, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

It's never too late to keep going ^-^
So charge forth and meet thy enemy with swords drawn!!
Or something...dramatic...xD

*Vilhelm-Johansson Dec 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Exactly! And thanks for the fav, glad that you enjoyed it!

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