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The Cardboard BoxThe Cardboard Box

Today she is a knight
sailing her ship to faraway lands
to search for a fearsome dragon to slay
and perhaps save a prince in danger,
then marry him.
Yesterday she was a space pilot
like Han Solo in that movie her Daddy likes
taking her spaceship through a meteor field
to lose the bad guys that are always after her
and reach a safe planet.
Tomorrow she could be a general
fighting within her fort
against the warriors from the other country,
also known as the kids from next door,
for her place atop the hill.
Only tonight it will rain
and her ship, her space cruiser, her fort
will be flooded and soggy
and it w

You LieBreak my bones and suffocate me with hate,
All your apologies come too late.
Scorch my heart with sweet asphyxiation,
Stare in wonder at your hellish creation.

For every kiss stick twenty pins in my eyes
Keep bleeding out your flamboyant lies
Time won't heal all deep wounds you've inflicted
Infatuated with a whore, it's too damn twisted.

A life shattered, blackening my soul
Vicious eyes glaring at me, warm as charcoal.
She's the one who'll take off her clothes,
Seducing desperate men, fucking everyone she knows.

This twisted fairytale lacks anticipation
A desperate outcry overrides imagination.
Beaten and bruised, left for dead,

+Sarcasm+My sarcasm
Is almost nonexistent to you.

But that's
perfectly okay.

Because then
I look like a genius with my 'ideas'.

Though it
was only sarcasm.

Just Pluck my HeartstringsCrying, dying
Always lying

Smiling, laughing
At the little things

Sometimes here
And sometimes there

I hide beneath
My curly hair

Public image
Private life

All so different
All so right

Live by the book
Live by the river

Now it's my speech
To deliver

Really, I'm
Three different people

One who lives
Under the steeple

And one who lives
Under the sky

One who always
Wants to fly

All are me,
And I am all.

Which will you meet
When you call?

The Early Lights

The Early Lights

I spend mornings, afternoons and evenings
leant towards the lane of your memory,
Remembering the days when we were little,
Longing so much to spend those days again with you.
To run with you just one more time
across meadows of yellow-bellied greens
with tears of azure sky beneath our feet
as slippery dew on the familiar grasses.
A cycle to Nana's, Mum trailing behind,
Trafficking streets we had not known before,
To reach the places we enjoyed and loved
to amble in the humble simplicity of life.
Reaching out to touch the younger days
when we'd watch Pokémon together,
I find myself trying to catch the stars

RitualBodies sway to a primitive dance
Beat out on low drums and
Carried off by the wind
As we gather 'round the fire
Losing ourselves to a rhythm
Older than our ancestors
Embedded within our minds
By heavily guarded instincts
We fall victim to our movement
Challenging the world to break us

Swaying in lustful, lethal grace
Bowing down before the skies
The drums harmonizing with our hearts
In a mad, constant boom, Boom, BOOM
Filling our lungs with excitement and
Feeling sound flood our veins
The power of this ancient ritual
Forces us to succumb to its will
And bow again to the skies
As embers race over our heads

LoveLove.
A feeling.
An attachment.
An emotion.
A vulnerable state.
A relationship.
A strong desire.
A physical embrace.

Love.
A goodnight kiss.
An activity.
An appearance.
A craving.
A sacrifice.
A thought.
A word.
Love.

All these things
we often use
to describe love.
But Love is something
that is much too powerful
to be able to describe
justly and accurately.

You won't know
what Love truly is
until you've felt it.
Love.
It is an experience,
or many experiences,
that is impossible
to truly put into words.
Love.

God is LoveGod is love.

So
stop throwing Bible verses at my head
stop telling me about damnation and hell
stop showing me a judging God.

Instead
give me a hug when I need it
whisper His promises into my ear
tell me God loves me despite everything
listen to my questions
and look me in the face.

What do you see?
A candidate for hell,
or a sheep He's finding even now?

A Trip Through TimeWhen I was 4, I chased fireflies around my backyard and would try and catch them in a glass jar to be my nightlight. You would always catch more than me and I would always be jealous and vow to beat you next time.

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I wasn't scared of monsters in my closet or under my bed, or of the boogeyman, or vampires and werewolves but I've always been scared of being alone. Back then, my fireflies were some of my only companions and as each bulb would die out, a little piece of me would go with them.

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When I was 6 I was told I was worthless and would never amount to anything and nobody wanted me around. By the time I was 7, I believed eve

DandelionsI remember,
When I was just a little kid
In spring,
I would pick dandelions.
My mom told me not to pick them
Because they were weeds.

"But mom," I would argue,
"Dandelions are flowers,
Not weeds!"

I remember
Not being able to comprehend
How something so pretty
Could be a bad thing.
Besides,
They weren't hurting anyone.

Now, I wonder-
Who is more at fault?
Me,
For judging by looks
Or my mom,
For judging by labels.

But one thing I am sure of;
Neither of us
Gave dandelions
A fair chance.

Last WishI once believed in wishes,
that somewhere out there
among the cosmos
there were fairies or gods,
dijin spirits who listened
to our whispers
and wove the fates
to bless us with invisible kisses.

I attempted them all,
sending hymns up to the stars,
plucking dandelions
and spreading their white snow
into the wind,
candles on Birthday cakes,
the countless ways
people invent for the hope
that the unseeable will
sweep in and grant your every desire.

And as I grow older
there are moments still when
taken by nostalgia, desperation, wistful hope,
I will throw wishes away
into the unknown just in case,
but more and more one beg

Invisible WorldsWhen I was young
I used to dream
Of little worlds
Only I could see

Invisible
To everyone but me

And as I aged
Everyone said
You have to grow up
It's all in your head

But I refused
To follow where they led

So it went
Until the day
I attended their speeches
And lost my way

Listen, my friends
To what I say

Too late I realized
Their words were lies
Now I can
Only sigh

Looking for those lost worlds
Until I die

Dear sweet love
Dear sweet love, whisper my name in the dead of night,
Entwine your fingers with mine and squeeze them tight.
Cuddle me close until the early morning sun rises above,
Only then shall we untangle from these sheets of silk dove.
Oh, Dear sweet love, never leave this home of ours,
In fear that what we have may grow awfully sour.
'Cause only for you will I always remain,
Without you my life would be nothing but a feign.
A lie to those who dare look within this shell of mine,
So stay with me, lay in our bed so this light shall continue to shine.
Dear sweet love, I only need you in my life,
Forever hold my hand and call me your wife.

I wonder what...I wonder what it would be like,
To see the stars up close,
To travel through space,
And explore new worlds.

I'm sure it would be amazing,
Adventurers getting marveled,
By the sheer beauty of the heavens,
And the planets they explore.

I wonder what will happen,
When school is over,
And everybody,
Leaves to find a job.

I'm sure it would be amazing,
Yet sad as well,
School friends getting ready to leave,
Everyone saying their final goodbyes.

Everything in life,
Is exciting or sad,
The way people live their lives,
Is influenced by their decisions.

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Of LoveSearch the world,
Yet still to find,
Love,
To which I must be blind.

To those I've held,
To those who cared,
To those who left me,
Alone and scared.

Love can not be seen,
Through twisted eyes,
Yet I am no angel,
For I have lied.

I did not seek,
Nor did I provoke,
An anger so rare,
It can not be broke.

I ask for forgiveness,
But give it, I can not,
Hypocrisy is rife,
As we are left to rot.

These lives we live
Are as precious as gold
Not shiny but worthy,
Because of all that they hold.

Full of love
Full of laughter
And memories of old
Take care my young watchers
For there are perils to behold.

Even in my dreamsCan I be rid of the hurt you cause

Battled and broken

Torn and twisted

Used and abused

You left me without a word

Now you haunt my dreams

Just leave me alone

I want my life back.

For Whom The Tears FallTears fall freely
When passion over flows

And these tears are not folly
Not meaningless or for show

Because I'll cry for the moments
That are lost in this life
I'll cry for the love
That grows cold through the night

I'll shed a tear for the heartache
The loss and the despair
I'll shed a tear for the children
Who's mothers are not there

I'll weep for the heroes
Who hold their heads high
I'll weep for the young ones
As they struggle to fly

And I'll cry for the things
That keeps us apart
And I'll spill tears when you hold me
So close to your heart

This man that you chose
Will have tears till the end

But

My AngelTake my hand,
Hold it tight,
Don't let go,
Till morning light.

Breath me in,
Deep and true,
Dream sweet dreams,
Of me and you.

Cling to me,
If those dreams turn sour,
I'll hold you tight,
No matter the hour.

I'll hold our child if she weeps,
And kiss her better till she sleeps,

And if you should wake,
Scared and in tears,
Worry not, I'll be here,
To chase away your fears.

Our WorldOceans,
Once vast and unyielding,
Now cold and forgotten.

Forests,
Once tall and mighty
Now axed and fallen.

Skies,
Once filled with stars and destinies,
Now torn and twisted.

Sands
Once again,
Stained with blood.

The wind,
Carries only tormented souls.

The Sun,
Burns our lingering hopes.

The rain,
Erodes our precious memories.

The stars,
Have fallen...like our dreams.

What have we done?

For Those TimesSo,
You've hit rock bottom
Let them all down
Feel empty inside
Didn't have what it takes.

There was passion without ambition
There was courage without conviction
There were words without truth.

You took some hits
Took them on the chin
You took some stick
Took it with grace.

But where did it get you?
Down on your knees
With the weight of the world.

What are you waiting for?
Get up
Start again.

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When I Was Little

by ~ElusiveStranger, May 15, 2010, 1:30:37 PM
Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Urban & Spoken Word

When I was little I did not care,
For the thousands of you struggling out there,

So here is to you,
You beautiful souls.

When I was little I did not know
In your world full of nightmares you continue to grow.

When I was little I did not see
Such trembling lips as they uttered your plea.

When I was little I could not believe
How you kept on struggling on days we didn't grieve?

When I was little how could I have known
Your contagious laughter was a sight to behold.

When I was little I would never have guessed
That with such delicate wings you have been blessed.

When I was little I could not feel
How much your weak smiles really reveal .

So tell me, my child, how do you strive
To live each day just to survive.

Your innocent strides will take you far
For in Gods eyes you are the star.

So soar to the heavens with your fragile soul
And there before the gates we will count your toll.

Because when I was little I didn't dare to dwell
That while I live in heaven you live in hell.

So here is to you,
You beautiful souls.

Because when I was little I did not care,
That every day and every hour you struggle out there.

When I Was Littleby ~ElusiveStranger

Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Urban & Spoken Word

There are 2.2 billion children in the world. 1 billion of them live in poverty, thats almost every second child in the world.

There are 300,000 child soliders on this earth. Children that may not be able to read or write but they hold guns which are bigger than they are.

An estimated 200 million children live on the streets.

And over 100 million children are growing up today without an education.

30,000 children die each day. Too many of whom from preventable disease.

How do we let these things happen? When did we stop caring? Did we forget thier tears and grow apatheic to their cries for help. My prayers and actions are for them and as long as I live I will do all I can to help them. Please support Red Hand Day ( [link] )

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This was my submission for LooseLacesPoetry contest "When I was little..." Thank you to everyone who voted for me it means a lot!

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~laffinia Aug 16, 2012

beautiful!

~TrueDragon13 Apr 10, 2011 Student Writer

Beautiful. Thank you for writing it.

!Punktlicht-Flamme Apr 2, 2011

Great job.

~AllTheShadowsWriter Feb 28, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Strong and stunningly beautiful!!

~ElusiveStranger Mar 6, 2011

Thank you so much and for the fav also.

~dark-anime-joel Aug 28, 2010 Writer

This is a quite a stirring piece. The image of the child soldier you posted at the top stays in your mind as your read the piece and offers some an all to real reference point. Excellent work.

~ElusiveStranger Sep 29, 2010

Thank you so much

~Velikorossiya Aug 25, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

Oh yeah! I remember this!!

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~Discordia-Kallisti Aug 5, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

This is an excellent poem. Very true, sad and moving. A clear, strong and very important message. Thank you so much for sharing it.

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