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kitestrings.you confessed that when you were little you would pull apart monarch butterflies because they were much too beautiful--
so beautiful that they made you feel uneasy.

(you always did call me the most beautiful thing you'd ever known.)

it's almost december now, and the only reason i wish you were here is so you could make snow angels and i could rip off their wings.

---

you wanted a kite for your birthday, so i got you one that was shaped like a bat and we took it to the beach, watched it crash into the surf over and over until it was bent and broken. i rescued it from the tide and surfaced dripping saltwater -- you told me i looked like t

compulsive liar.once i asked you your favourite
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.

-

sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.

i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.

"why do you lie to everyone?" you
ask.

"why not?" i reply.

-

i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someon

What I AmI have come to realize that
my life
is one long series of
could-have-dones and
should-have-dones and
I can't help but wonder if
I will ever fix myself or if
I'll just look back and
think that
I should have

61I had a vision.
The Virgin Mary came to me in a dream.
She told me that it was almost over.
She showed me the end.

I was eleven years old.

-

"Why won't you let me touch you?" she asks, staring into my closed eyes.

I can hear a tear slide down her cheek sideways.

"Because then I can't pretend I'm not here," I reply silently, my imaginary voice box sending billions of hypothetical ripples through the air, directly into her right ear.

-

61 days later it was September 11, 2001.
The day before my birthday.

It seemed like the end was closer than ever.
So I counted down.

Like clockwork, something terrible happened every 61 days.
Hun

Uncle SirUncle Sir...

Once the boy said to the man
On a hot summer's day,
"Uncle will you tell me please,
Why can't I go play?

The other boys all laugh outside,
And all are having fun,
Why must I sit here with you,
As they play in the sun?"

Staring daggers at his child,
The man's eyes grew from calm to wild,
And as he stroked the poor boy's head,
The man looked at the boy and said,

"I'm the one to hold you tight,
The one to make your world all right,
No matter who you search to see,
The only one for you is me."

"Yes Uncle Sir I know you're right,
But don't you think that they,
Might not truly be that bad,
Maybe they want to play?"

UnfixableI watch helplessly
from hundreds of miles
away as you
slowly destroy yourself.

"So there isn't anything you don't like about me?"

I had no idea
what was really
behind that happy
bubbly personality
I loved so much.

"Well if you want me to think of something..."

smoking weed every night.
drinking before school.
fucking half the guys you know.

"...I wish you cared about yourself more."

You tell me about how you wish you
were better at killing yourself.
How everyone you know
that died
shouldn't be dead.
That you should
have died in their places.
Because you wanted to.
You want to.

"Me too."

Replace myselfI want to open
up this notebook
and turn myself
into something else.

I want to write about
how colourful the leaves
have become and about
how magically that sunset
blossomed yesterday evening.

I want to say
that I'm happy
and write poems
about how great
it feels to be
in love.

I want to scream out
that I'm at least content
with the way I’m living
my life. That I wouldn't
change for anyone
or anything.

I want to write myself lies.
I want to believe them.

Toy's LamentWhy don't we play together anymore?
I used to be your favourite, you know.
We used to go everywhere together:
the mall, the playground, preschool (you snuck me in your bag when Mom said no)

I was your number one,
comforted you that time when you fell off the monkey bars
when stinky old James Madison pulled your ponytails
when everyone else got cookies and you got graham crackers

What happened to the good old days?

When did you stop bringing me to school? (only to come back with “textbooks” and “homework”)
When did Mom stop reading us

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The Mushroom GrooveWhen I was sitting all alone,
Chewing my face down to the bone,
Studying walls in this sad room,
Through the door hopped a small mushroom.

'Hello Mr. Morgan sir,
How are you on this day?
I myself am feeling grand,
In fact, a little gay.'

It's fair to say I was confused,
And also rather unamused,
This mushroom man was glowing bright,
A most unnatural, ugly sight.

'Oh please Mr. Morgan sir,
Won't you come to play?
Come join me in my little dance,
I'm feeling rather gay.'

At this point I looked up and said,
'Mr. Mush you spin my head.
How much more time must I pass,
As you proceed to shake your arse?'

'Come now Mr. Morgan sir

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by ~Superiorflowerpower, Dec 19, 2006, 3:18:25 PM
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Yes, I Have A Penis

Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.

Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
you're paying.

Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.

Yes, I Have a Penisby ~Superiorflowerpower

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Inspired by my female tutor, who told me that, as a male, I had no place arguing in favour of women's rights.

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~abie1295 2 days ago New member Hobbyist Writer

I love it how simple sentences took out many arguments and opinions from others. This is a great poem!! Though i think im a bit late on commenting it. Still, true art never aged. And so did the love for it.

~horsecrazy13Sparta Apr 30, 2013 New member Hobbyist Digital Artist

This poem has no hate towards men. It is clearly stating that both genders should be equal. But on the ore serious note, females don't have as many rights as men. (On the controversial side of it) If a women sold her Body, she would be called a Whore, The man called in the first place. No reason to be naming the women for that. Politics is a big issue for women too, as people want to control abortions. If you don't have a vagina, you shouldn't have one say in that. I agree with this poem, and i hope that more and more people think like this person did. (As most of you are not...) The Mayor of Maryland said that there will never be a Women president, as it is superficial and She would have no purpose. Which really doesn't make much sense at all, but whatever.

~crabbymcfanmer Apr 21, 2013

That was so completely unacceptable for her to say. Feminism has never meant a hatred toward men but so many people act like this. Gender equality affects everyone and there should be no battle lines drawn between man and woman.

~lordmep Apr 19, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I say to hell with chivalry. It's outdated. It's also annoying the way some women have no idea whether or not they want it. They'll call a guy misogynist if he hols the door open, but she'll also call him cheap if he doesn't offer to pay.

~Mack3r3l Apr 18, 2013

That's fucking stupid. As humans we're giving free thought and will. Do whatever the fuck you want, why would you follow someone else's teachings besides your own?

=ThePeachyPanda May 1, 2013 Student Digital Artist

To learn.

~Mack3r3l May 1, 2013

Someone else's morals? You build your own as you live, not copy someone else's. Try again.

=ThePeachyPanda May 1, 2013 Student Digital Artist

You learn morality from early childhood all the way to adulthood. Learn - the key word. I never mentioned copying.

~mohsentux Apr 18, 2013 New member

you don't want to be under someone else's influence ? cut off your ears and close your eyes.

~Mack3r3l Apr 19, 2013

And you're a fucking idiot.

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