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Paper ButterfliesA cut, a tear, a fold,
slice of color and a cut or two,
and another paper butterfly is born.

IV drips in the hand
keeping everything in place
while the cuts and tears and folds
keeps going on.

One thousand, six hundred and sixty six.

That's the number
she was told to make.

One thousand, six hundred and sixty six.
Until she can get a wish.
A nice nurse had told her so,
and shown her how to make them
but she had only made thirty out of the
one thousand, six hundred and sixty six
paper butterflies.

It seemed like such an impossible number
that one thousand six hundred and sixty six
but our patient needed that wish
just li

Never Lovers' DanceDoes she think I don't remember her-
Her golden skin?
Her blue bird voice?

Yes, I remember the spiral of our feet
The sway of her hips
The bend of my back
The least intimate dance of imaginary lovers

Does she think I didn't notice we never knew the same space?
Of course my weeping heart,
my sighing heart,
always knew

Statue In The RainI'm not dead because I'm still breathing,
I'm not dead because I'm finally living.
I'm still here because you always need me,
I won't leave you if you don't leave me.

I'm still here, right where you left me,
The statue in the rain, ready to give you glee.
When you feel sad, you know where to go,
I'm not dead, I'm here for you and I hope you know.

That I'm still here, and always will be for you,
That I'll remain as long as I know you want me to.
That the statue in the rain will always be waiting for you,
Because Jennifer, I love you.

Heart of Iceshe wishes for a heart of ice

a heart to hide her fears

she wishes for a heart of ice

a heart to freeze her tears

but if her heart of ice meets fire

then perhaps it will thaw

for if her heart of ice meets fire

she will surely pour out her emotions raw

NovaWe live such fragile lives
Like lanterns:
So beautiful, burning bright
With incomprehensible wonder and energy,
Yet as willing to shine as to shatter
Into glimmering bits of glass.

Although the cold wind's hand
Has reached in and extinguished your flame,
I will always remember your light,
Your warmth, and your passion
When I gaze at the stars above

This in Our Hearts

Faith is not to be governed
by the vile will of you humans.
It is the very pulse of your soul.
The very core of the morality
that drives you.

Like you, it may be tainted & controlled
but only by your given gift of free will
can this take place.

Like light, it holds the power to
guide and to free, just as it holds
The potential to fade away into the darkness.

Like a parasite, can it consume you
but only by the filthy hands
of invited demons.

Faith is both gift & privilege
accepted into heart & mind
by the words of a truthful tongue.

In days to come, shall you hear
the drums of war over & around
The plains of existence, and f

MakarI am discovering poetry in lines of genius --
fragments of a broken existence
where only misfit pieces build the puzzle
and discarding the words like carbon dioxide

They are drowning me in a dictionary of experiences --
inhale a panicked definition of life
and exhale an ocean of ink and paper
with no surface in sight

every artist should die for their passion

Horror Haiku: One Cold LoverI have a very
sweet love, though I'd say that she
comes off as quite cold

it's not the fact that
she has no head or hands or
she's rotten with mold

it's not that I've, with
so much grace, taken her arms
and eaten her face

I'd say it's more that
she never kisses back, and
she won't bat an eye

Oh, my dear reader,
surely you didn't think that
my love was alive!

Guys Are Like Cats"Guys Are Like Cats"

Over trash cans and through the streets
He followed her hypnotizing scent
Around the corners he had to sneak
But he believed this was time well spent

He followed her all the way home
And sat on the front steps of her porch
Hoping to hear moans and groans
If her father caught him he'd be torched

But still he climbed that tree
The one outside of her room
No matter how far the view may be
He brought his camera for better zoom

Through the window he saw her hair
God, she looked beautiful that day
With his jaw dropped he stared
Sadly, there was no other way

He had tried to gain her attention
Every method he c

Post MortemI am a walking, talking universe of dead poets
who tattoo their stanzas into my flesh
with ghostly, typewriter fingers.

I live and breathe their worldly disasters
like a nicotine addiction I've never had.

Drowning in their scribbles
I kiss their shoreline romances,
envy their Annabel Lee's,
& carry their hearts in my heart.

I am 7am coffee on Sunday mornings:
a half drunk, hungover limerick
waiting to happen.

I am jealousy:
nothing more than weak words,
& a tongue-tied cliche-

but death becomes me.

Immortal ButterflyImmortal Butterfly:

I remember the Immortal Butterfly
Translucent wings that drank from the sky
Glittering dust would fall with every flap
Like warm tears dripped upon my tiny back

I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes its way across the sky
When I look I feel as though I can forget
The painful needles that twist into my back

I would always dream of this butterfly
and I wonder if I could ride it and fly in the sky
When I dream about it, I don't regret
Not being able to leave this tiny bed

Sometimes I can't see the butterfly
My vision turns grey like a stormy sky
I get scared during those times, because it makes me thi

What is wrong with me?I'm a monster
I'm a freak
Save yourself
Stay away

I lash out
I break
I hurt
I'm sorry

I lost control
For one moment
Pushed over the edge
It was too much

I can't believe it
What is wrong with me?
How could I do this?
It won't happen again

But still stay away
Why not?
Why be near me?
What good is there to hold by?

Theres one light left
One candle
On the outside
To relight the others inside

A Night at Pinetop's TavernSomewhere in the back alleys of the city's older section there was a crumbling brick building that had been around since before ragtime music was popular. Hanging above a faded green door that led down to the building's cellar was a wooden sign, and despite the peeling paint, you could still make out the bar's name: Pinetop's Tavern. Nobody really knew when Pinetop's first opened; local folks would tell you it had been there since time began, and the world had grown up around it. It was one of those places where the lighting was always dim and the cigarette smoke never dissipated and the cloud you were breathing now had probably been around

Mabonthere are dead leaves
sprouting from her amber spine,
reaching with child-fingers
to devour the sun.

her skin is freezing,
seeping winter through
november pores.

seeking warmth,
the whiskey tongues
of godless boys
wish to decipher
the atlas of her thighs.

counting the sleepy fireflies
alight in her lungs- there is
wanderlust churning & warming
her frostbitten heartstrings.

swinging pendulum hips,

"I am the tease of autumn flames.
I breathe in mint sunsets,
& gasoline dreams."

I Comfort MyselfWith a warm drink, whispering secrets to my own reflection.

The struggles that plague me, though none may know,

Are only for the ears of my quiet mirror, who smiles

Softly, warmly and with care. He tells me, I'm fine

I've done well for now and soon I may finally rest.

Though the silence continues to press upon me,

Weighing upon my soul like an iron crate.

Still I find comfort in whispering secrets,

If only to my own reflection - holding a warm drink...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th October 2012

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To the best of

my knowledge, it was
not I who committed these
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But with what proof, you
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to devour your
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I don't want to suck
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She Did Tell.by ~Kill-Natalie

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Visual & Found Poetry

©2012-2013 ~Kill-Natalie

^{Visual version of my poem "She Did Tell". Everyone on tumblr liked this so here it is.

Edit: I have no idea how this became so popular. Thanks everyone, you're lovely.

This poem is also in my book, Organ Grinder. You should get it.}

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~ILoveZonsters Apr 7, 2013

Awsome c:

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~MaskedGirlandCat Mar 8, 2013 New member Hobbyist General Artist

This is awesome...

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~Devereux-Hyde Feb 5, 2013

Wow... I've only read two of your pieces and just started Pomegranite Grenade, and it is growing clear to me that you are some kind of genius.

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~Kill-Natalie Feb 5, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

^{That is very kind. Thank you.}

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~Devereux-Hyde Feb 5, 2013

You're welcome

It is a pleasure to read your work.

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~ArtisteDeVampire Feb 2, 2013

Wow, great poem! love it <3

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~DeadlyLucifer Dec 3, 2012

i totally love that poem

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~Jasmin98 Dec 3, 2012

Nice :3

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~heatherrhomicide Nov 29, 2012

This is beautiful.

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~IsabelleLilah Nov 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I must say, your writing is incredible, you are one of my favourite writers, perhpas one day I, myself will publish a book, I hope to get your book soon

Cheerio.

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