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Waiting for a coach
and four
that never came,
she realized
a ball gown
won't bloom
out of sackloth;
glass slippers
are not dependable
and mice
are best left
to their own devices.
Midnight was never a friend,
and under that suit
he is the same as any other
man.

IcarusSun girl,

the whispering stars
& feathered clouds dance
for you tonight.

Do not let anyone
clip your wings;

you were made for the skies.

Definition of a Writerwrit•er

noun /rītər/

A writer is a person
Who sees the world differently
From a high perspective of understanding
To an easily balanced imagery

They stand at the edge of the cliff
And run that extra mile
To gain what a normal person cannot see
And to obtain the hope that they wish to cherish

A writer is a person
Who buries their ego and places boulders upon it
They learn the rules, follow the rules, and will break the rules
And make writing their own

They lay upon the dusty old ground of a graveyard
And do an annual ritual to free the inspiration that has been pinned down
They want to show their abnormality to everyone

Red DressDon’t put on your red dress
for he doesn’t know the meaning
he doesn’t want the commitment
he doesn’t care for the color.

The red dress you love to wear
that’s stained from wine and beer
but still carries so much meaning
for who could find a second red dress

Don’t go out on your red dress
for the man who wants nothing more
to screw around and doesn’t understand
the meaning behind a simple red dress.

A red dress for when you dance.
A red dress for when you cry.
A red dress for when you need it.
A red dress for when you care too much.

Don’t put on your red dress for him darling
he doesn&rsqu

i got flowers oncei am lonely.
i received flowers once
and i placed them
in a vase til
the petals all browned
desiccated
and turned to dust
on the glass of my bureau.

i have never gotten flowers since.

i spend my days
with a boy
a man
whom i love far beyond reason
and he holds me in his arms
and holds me together.

i bite my nails
and pull my hair
over the moment when he
inevitably
feels the disenchantment
fall over his body,
all clean lines
and smooth shapes,
and realises that leaving
the worst thing
would be
the best thing.

i am lonely
and even with a hand to hold,
and even with a cloak of security
bunching around my shoulders
and hiding my thighs,
i feel

moonshines in georgiaman on the moon:

giddy with lumps of north georgia seas
greased on the crease of my lips
gravity drips from couch-cavities
when tides belch from below --

burst on the water's edge,
earth's bourbon sailors retch in moonshined ripples
trickled blue murder on their crinkled crimes;
raking water wrinkles like a wayward drunk
stuck on sunken bootleggin' dreams.

it's been a long, long time
since I've drowned your hemisphere
for fishing like a moonraker,
swishing my bait-lines like tobacco's
squished in your shallow gums
before you dare to down my air
breathing in this sincere georgia night.

L.E.S.B.I.A.N.Living on the
Edge of life
Saving myself
Being who
I truly am
As it is all i can be
Never forget that

Blame The ParentsI won't be able to keep a relationship in the future because I'm scared
I'm scared it'll turn out like theirs

I'm a pacifist because I hate watching it
I hate watching them fight

I have PTSD because of their fights
Their fights almost broke up this family

I self harm because they are pushing me over the edge
I was already close to jumping, but they gave me an extra push

I'm always in my room because that's how I run away
I guess that's called "Like father, like daughter"

I only eat one meal a day because he constantly puts me down
Even though he's joking, I can tell he means every bit of what he says

I can't trust anyone because they do

Missing piecesMissing pieces

There are wounds
that never heal; silences
so loud they thunder - I stopped
breathing years ago, that night
the ice took my chest. Since then
I walk in pieces, howling
around my heart.

-SophieCT, 2012, 2013

field notesi read some poetry
just for the sound--for the words lilting up and down
and the thick, honeysepia
polaroids unmisting in my head.
those are the poems i never understand
and the only conclusion i can draw is:
there is apparently
some supernova poetic awakening that comes
with the loss of virginity
and basically i need to get laid.

MorningA black cat sleeps in a ray of sun
My coffee is lousy
Another cardboard morning
The day isn't a blank canvas
Waiting to be painted
Its already scrawled with
Yesterday's mad crayon drawings

Smoke drifts up and out of the window
I drink the coffee

van houten must be godi. you know how in embroidered cloth,
from the bottom under the design,
all you see are knots? her honey-like,
crying
voice lulls me to sleep,
that's what we see of God's plan.
just the knots. when in reality,
it's the design on top;
beautiful and flawless that He
has in store for us.
bullshit.
i learnt that word
when i was three
but every time i said it,
my face hurt and mom's hand fell.
God will put you
in hell.
do you want that?
i knew better than to say it again.
ii. you're an estimated
fallacy, the perfect
misconception.
you don't need to exist
for people to believe.
they make you real with
dancing tongues behind
a crowd
of murmuring lips of
god's will.
iii. of the rain,
i sang songs, whispering
prayers only you
could hear.
if you truly are
what they say for you to be,
then there are no secrets
between you and me.
mother still sings
the same songs
in the rain, hoping
you'll hear her the way
i thought you would.
but she doesn't know you died long ago
with chiv

blood-red wine and skeleton jazz i.
the day you left,
your cobweb dress clung to you in ways
that i would dream about for years,
in hot, fevered nights
when the moon thought it might burst
in the sky,
and even the wind wailed your name.

ii.
i remember how you called make-up war paint,
and you drew it across your face like a message
i could never decipher;
i remember how i got goosebumps when i heard
your heels clicking across the floor at 3am
when you finally got home and slipped into bed;
i remember longing for you with every fiber of my being,
feeling separate from you even when our clothes lay on the floor
and your fingernails dug into my shoulders
and your toes curled

Broken Birds and Stark PhrasesWe slip and slide and fall
down curves and carrow places.
We cursive at the wall
in our undefinéd spaces.

Disjointed limbs extend
to strumpet our arrival,
to warn who are not friends
we will kill to survive all.

Hung upside-down haunters
hug branches in the Forrest.
Merry nightmare monsters,
Cheery snarling chorus,

Arachnic children know;
you can run but you can't hide
from this disparic truth,
darkness waits for you inside.

Although you seek the sun,
as all creaky spinsters might,
the night can't be out done
and it has you in its sight.

thieves of nocturne skiesPaper lanterns are midnight requiems
That tell me to look beyond the
light and have &

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The Robot who Wrote a PoemThe columns of smoke always there
and oil boiling through the machines
within the heart of this
living city
makes me feel strange

I stare at them
- the colossal columns -
as they vanish into the darkened
skies where the sun lies
- grey -
like a tombstone where we can
mourn our mechanical sins

My heart is nothing more than
a tank full of gasoline
feeding my mechanical limbs
and my hands made of iron
for I can only feel the cold of
my non-existence spirit

In this harbor
where the ships come to be fixed
I hide myself
and look at them:
Great machines that roam
through the oceans like great miracles
of mankind even when they
scream like d

My Purpose (Dreamfall Chapters)I had dreamt with this place
Perhaps, it was not just a dream,
for the events are flowing
like a molten snow in a red stream

Capture by its silence
I loose myself into the river
of Oblivion
The tentacles of night led
into another dream
which I didn't know

I hold myself
gripping into a piece of stone
where runes are carved
and my future foretold

And at the very end of this long journey,
I'm still not sure
of what or for whom I should wait
or if in Reza's tomb I should mourn

I don't know what made this occur
and I'm trapped inside here
Something was not right
when she said: "find her, saver her"

The blade trespassing her

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Kings of Aperture - Portal Parody

by ~marcelmiranda, Jul 28, 2012, 4:04:26 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

GLaDOS:

Wish I may
Wish I might
Have this last test tonight
Aren't you satisfied?
Be for good
Or I'll bend
You to be just a name
Aren't you horrified?

Chell:

All the tests you wasted
All the turrets I've chased

All it crashes down
And I'll break your crown
And I'll shoot my weapon when I'm with you around
I just want one thing: Just to kill you, Queen!
But my past is scrambled and I'm left with just a Moron!

Where're your cores, Queen Nothing?
Where're you???

GLaDOS:

I'm Hard 'n Cold
I am Bold and Hold
My heart's made of bolts and molds
Yeah! Aren't you horrified?
Wish I might, Wish I may
I wish your life away
Why don't you simply die?

All of me want to waste
All the things you've chased!!!

Chell:

Then it all crashes down
And I did broke your crown
And now you point your turrets, but I'm not around
I just did one thing: I've just killed you, Queen!
But 'he' betrayed me and I left with just a potato!

Where are you, you Moron?
Where're you...?

Huh!

===Spoken===

GLaDOS:

Wish I may, wish I might

Chell:

I wish it, too, I wish it tonight

GLaDOS:

I want my body, I want it now

Chell:

I want my freedom and I don't care how

GLaDOS:

Careful what you do

Chell:

Careful what you say

GLaDOS and Chell:

Careful what you say(do) you may regret
Careful with that Moron, 'cuz we just might die!

GLaDOS and Chell:

Then we'll crash him down
And we'll break his crown
And we'll put him out, so he can't come around
We just want one thing: Just to kill the Moron King
But the facility 'll withstand him and GLaDOS will queen named

Where will be, Moron King?
Where will be...? (Space Core: Spaaaaaaaaceee!!!)

GLaDOS:

Oh, he's just nothing...
What're you thinking, King Moron?

Chell:

Oh, he just nothing...
Absolutely nothing...
Off to space, space land

Kings of Aperture - Portal Parodyby ~marcelmiranda

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Well, well, my british friend

had a bloody awesome idea to make parodies with Portal theme!

So, I did it and if you liked it, don't forget to comment! ^^

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING ABOUT THIS SONG AND I DO NOT WANT ANY PROFIT FROM THIS PARODY!

Here, the original music: [link]

And here, the instrumental version: [link]

SING ALONG!!!!

!GoldSpark Aug 26, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I love how you say I am british and then say the word 'bloody'
WHY CAN I PICTURE YOU WITH AN ENGLISH ACCENT?!

~marcelmiranda Aug 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

British accent? Well, it would be bloody awesome!

I like to make russian accent and if I try hard I can even make the french accent! Oh, my dear, I'm brazilian! Here in my country we have so many languages, so many accents and so many people from different countries that sometimes I feel like in the center of the world! ^^

!GoldSpark Aug 26, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I swear you made your own language? Once?

~marcelmiranda Aug 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Own language? I guess it' too pretentious to say it, but I can say that I have the 'recipe' to create it! ^^

But, about the accents, I can make lots of them! I wish my microphone on my laptop was still working to show you them! By the way, do you have Skype?

!GoldSpark Aug 26, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

No, I don't unfortunates.

~marcelmiranda Aug 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Nope? not even MSN?

I myself do prefer talking here on Deviant, but sometimes MSN is a more pratical tool for conversation. ^^

!GoldSpark Aug 26, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

MSN is practical, when it isn't buggy.
But BUGGY ISN'T GOOD.

~marcelmiranda Aug 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Yep, but I'm feel a bit pissed off when I do not know if the person I'm talking with is on!

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~CrunchBandicoot Jul 30, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You parodied one of my favorite bands with one of my favorite games? You're awesome!

[Although there ARE a few grammar errors that could be fixed up]

I love how your parody followed both Portal games, and I can totally imagine GLaDOS singing this

And Chell, if she ever spoke.

~marcelmiranda Jul 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks! I love when people make nice comments on my Deviantions showing how they like them! ^^

I am working in some othere parodies in a collab with

! You should take a look at her gallery! ^^

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