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After the Storm
The sea is still,
but the salty air still shivers-
the last dregs of anger from the once violent winds...
         after the storm.
The smell still lingers,
driftwood and death-
clinging to the wreckage...
         after the storm.
The cries of mourning hearts,
reach from across the vast expanse-
lamenting sailors lost to the waves...
         after the storm.
Burial at sea,
Davy Jones' locker-
the fear of sailors...
         after the storm.
A cough, a gasp,
an isle uncharted-
forty-two portions of hope...
         after the storm.
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Graceful- something I'll never be.
Graceful and beautiful,
lithe as she glides through the waters.
But wouldn't you know,
that beautiful, graceful creature,
began as something different-
She began as something
not quite so stunning
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Just a little bit of my heart,
longs to be noticed.
A faint hope awakes in my soul
that maybe, just maybe
A slight part of you
longs for me too.
:iconpatchwork-poet:Patchwork-Poet 1 0
Black frames sit atop the bridge of your nose,
hiding your eyes, hiding your gaze,
as you watch the passersby.
You make up little stories for them,
put yourself in their shoes.
What is their life like?
What did they leave for this vacation?
Don't you wish you could have one too?
This is the curse of the writer-
Constant company.
The muse doesn't ever shut up.
:iconpatchwork-poet:Patchwork-Poet 3 0
Write or Die 8.1.10
     "I don't like where this is going Hank...I'm not comfortable with this." The man looked around wearily, as if to make sure the area was secure. "They're only kids for god's sake. We shouldn't be doing this."
     "Relax Jim," Hank replied, "they're high-schoolers, if they haven't been exposed already, then we're doing them a favor."
     But Jim protested. "What if they're caught? How do we know that some scrawny high school kid isn't gonna rag on us to the feds? We could be jailed for this, man. We're talking about a highly illegal substance."
     "They're not gonna rag on us, cause they're not gonna meet us, they're not even gonna see us. We drop the goods, and call them to pick em up. Zero contact. Besides, how else are we supposed to get it back out there? The government has no right to take this away from us. Caff is nothin compared to the shit that was illegal when we were ki
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Life keeps changing,
keeps moving forward,
and we're just hanging on,
along for the ride.
We're doing our best,
making a difference,
and touching as many lives as possible,
along the way.
Times are changing,
we've only got one chance,
the same as everyone else,
before eternity claims us.
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War, hatred, pain... it's everywhere,
     And America never even blinks.
Countless lives are laid down,
     For you, for your freedom.
Death, destruction, insanity... it abounds.
     Soldiers live, and they die,
For you, for your dreams,
     For everything you refuse to stand for,
     Even though you know you should.
They provide- safety, security, freedom.
     And how do you repay them?
                    You don't.
The thought never even crosses your mind.
You tie up your yellow ribbons,
     Boldly proclaiming your support.
But by morning, you've forgotten.
     So much for your loyalty.
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Graffiti Art
We'll graffiti our memories,
Here on these walls.
Destruction? Or art?
All we want is to be remembered,
To make a difference here,
To someone.
When we're gone from this place,
Years from now,
Making choices, making change,
You'll remember us,
Us and our graffiti art,
And you'll see.
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The Truth of the Matter
Seconds like days,
Minutes like years,
As we run from the unexpected-
Walking these tightrope lines.
We're chasing the past,
Unaware of the future, and
Missing the present.
All the while grasping for something
Go ahead,
Carry on this dysfunctional lifestyle,
Just a little
S   T 
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Pachelbel's Canon
She could hear the music begin, as she turned and twirled in front of the mirror, waiting. In a few short minutes, she would walk down the aisle to Pachelbel's Canon, beautiful, steps perfectly planned; he would look at her, and not be able to help smiling. She had been dreaming of this day for her entire life; the day she would finally belong to someone.
There was a knock at the door, it was her turn. As she approached the sanctuary door, friends and family in the audience stood. Soft smiles and tears gazed at her from all sides. Candles and lilies adorned the pews, just as she had wanted. As the music progressed, her feet took her carefully down the aisle towards the priest. Her eyes watched the floor as she prepared herself. He would be there, smiling at her, as he had promised over and over again.
A few steps from the front of the room now, she turned her face upward and gazed at the empty space next to the altar, smile withering. Her world crashed around her as those in the front
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Loves Me Not
Plucking petals of false hope,
                He loves me, he loves me not
Long lost wishes resurface,
                He loves me, he loves me not
Childish habits return anew,
                He loves me, he loves me not
Destroying flowers for a glimpse,
                He loves me, he loves me not
A glimmer, of that little thing called love.
                He loves me…
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Hear your staccato heartbeat,
The rhythm of my soul-
Ticking away the moments we share.
Beat by beat, life goes on,
As seasons come and go.
What lasts but love?
Your staccato heartbeat,
Keeping time with ease-
The rhythm of our love.
:iconpatchwork-poet:Patchwork-Poet 1 0
Mature content
Lies :iconpatchwork-poet:Patchwork-Poet 1 0
Love Dies is deep, loud and full.
Eternally binding, the melding of hearts.
Wild, free, and reckless it runs,
Willfully urging young passions to flow.
But not this love, not this heart.
Tamed, caged, and broken, passions die.
You pulled, took and tore,
Leaving broken pieces, scattered, lost.
I remember...everything.
Every word, touch, and caress,
Every gentle kiss and whispered affection.
Every night, lost in your arms, your smile.
But love,
It's fickle figure, It's honeyed lies,
Surely you know,
Love dies.
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Easily Amused
"What've ya got there cat?"
But as the words leave my lips I know.
One black bobby-pin,
Pushed around the vinyl floor by white-socked paws.
If only people were so easily amused.
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An Artist Indeed
The words stick inside me,
Glued to my mind.
As hard as I try they won't flow.
An artist indeed,
Something's wrong with me see.
What's a poet with words that aren't free?
:iconpatchwork-poet:Patchwork-Poet 1 2

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It's that time of year again. You know, where I turn another year, and sigh, bitch and moan about being that much older... Well not this year. Nope, this year I will appreciate that I'm old to some of you, and young to others. In light of that, I have decided to throw caution to the wind, and have a contest. Who needs presents anyway? I'd rather give to my friends.
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I don't know what day it is anymore. They told me it was Thursday night but why should I trust what they tell me. They gave me this little book and a pencil that wasn't sharpened how I like it. The monotone voice over the intercom said that I should use it to write down my 'feelings'. Then she said that they would be back in the morning to pick it up. I'd have to leave it by the door with the pencil and then back away from it, of course. They ain't dumb enough to come in and ask me for it.
Stupid idea. Why should I tell some fuckin intercom voice my feelings. So she can put more pills in the cup I get in the morning? Fuck that. They ain't gonna read this shit. I'll fucking tear it up and swallow it all if I have to. But they were right about one thing. I have to talk to something. I could talk to myself in my mind but when things get fuzzy I forget my train of thought.
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The Best Defence
Hearing the whistle overhead, Max made a dive for the nearest crater. It was a pity, he thought, that the one he picked turned out to be filled with water. Then again, as the explosion lit up the battlefield, he was forced to admit there were worse things than wet feet.
“Gone for a swim, Max?”
The face peering down at him was largely covered in blood, dirt and what had started out as camo paint, but the white smile was as brilliant as ever. Same old Toothpaste Tommy.
“Taken a knock?” Max called back up as he slung his rifle over his shoulder.
Tommy prodded his face in a few places then examined the wet fingertips.
“Not mine,” he concluded. “Not unless I've started bleeding black.”
He wiped his forehead on his sleeve, leaving a tar-like streak on the already filthy trenchcoat. “You need a hand?”
Burying his fingers in the oily mud, Max began his ascent out of the crater, boots squelching on every step. “A hand might be good.”
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United States
*My name is Aly
*I'm a recovering self-harmer
*I'm 21
*I live in Michigan in the US, but attend college at Indiana Wesleyan University in Marion, Indiana
*I write poetry, and contrary to my name, occasionally some prose when my muses agree with me.

Email me: **No, seriously. I'd love to hear from you guys. Introduce yourselves as from deviantART in the subject bar and we can be email buddies!!!**


Current Residence: Michigan, USA
Favourite genre of music: I listen to everything except rap
Operating System: Vista
It's been over one year and four months since I left dA. And today, while looking through some old files, I was reminded of this place. The wonderful, beautiful people I left behind, and the love of writing I once held onto. I don't know where I've been exactly. My muses have been very quiet.


I wrote today. =) For the first time in a long time, I wrote something just for pleasure- something that was not a research paper, or an essay. And it felt so good.

I won't be here everyday. Or even every week, most likely. But I won't be quite so distant as I have been. Aly is slowly returning, at least a little bit.


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PoetryOD Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2014
Thanks for the fave :love:
PoetryOD Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2013
Happy birthday honey
HugQueen Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2012   Writer
RavensQuill Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2012  Student Writer
I miss you, Aly... :huggle:
Patchwork-Poet Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2012
Indie! :huggle:

I was looking through old files today that reminded me of dA, so I got on, and saw this message, and it made me smile. And then, I wrote. And it felt lovely. And I wouldn't have probably done it if I hadn't seen this.

I'm going to be around more now. =) I miss you too.
RavensQuill Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2012  Student Writer
:glomp: It's good to see you. I've been away for a year, too. And when I was looking through some comments on a deviation, I ran across yours, so I went to check and saw you had been gone for a while. I'm glad you're back. And it's wonderful to hear you are writing again!

We will have to catch up soon. :heart:
TheseKrimzonFlames Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2011  Professional Writer
I know you are unable to be here, but I still want to wish you a very happy birthday. :heart:
Patchwork-Poet Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2011
Thanks. :hug: I popped in today to check on the handing over of Dispoe, and seeing these few messages made my day.
TheseKrimzonFlames Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2011  Professional Writer
:aww: :glomp:
HugQueen Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2011   Writer
Happy birthday! :huggle:

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