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The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.

the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.

i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;

i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)

and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
elsewhere.
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
leav

He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.

The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.

But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a

PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink

A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint

Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.

with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
and sleep-heavy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
optic nerves,
and here you are:
facing a choice between
on
and
out.
and this?
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
weightless ache--
this is what
gone
feels like.

SurelyIt was raining
when we kissed for the first time,
for the last time.

Thin rivulets
sunk into the shrunken space
between our bodies
and divided us
like nothing could before,
like everything will
from now
until that never again
when we will
see each other once more,
no more.

Your eyes were
that bewitching shade
of dull brown blue
with all of the light darkness
whirling
in a placid pond
around a pupil
overflowing with vacancy,
and me
and my frowning smile.

The winter heat
fell like a rising tide
and,
for our every breath
was another death
so black and full of life --
embracing our boiled ice skin
as we drew apart,
came together and broke free

Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,
their dreams condemned to ashes,
and our restless bodies stretch,
for forgiveness, for direction –

survivors of the abyss,
amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –
so many dead, so many maimed,

how many graves are we standing on, today?

Life, Death And A Pork Chop SandwichAll tangled up, hard to breathe
This steel cloud day that swirls
With heat and pounding hammers
I shake in my boots and cough up
Blood, rust and damaged flesh
Waiting for the second coming
Maybe next time around there'll be
Some chance for more than this

A twisted barbed wire halo
Wrapped tight around my skull
Blinding white light aura
Swarming with flies I'm flying
To pieces, thousands of shards
Cannot be brought back together
But I will remember the summer
Of my first Chevrolet in each bit

Gleaming bits of glass in the desert
Each reflecting a different moment
Still, now, enduring until the waves
Of a new ocean sweep them away
No pain

SisterSister

A sister is like a soul mate;
Someone who is always there
to guide me through fate.

A sister is,
a part of childhood that I cannot erase;
A sister like you,
is one that I would never replace
because you always know how to
put a smile on my face.

I know I can depend on you
to always be there for me;
This is one hundred percent guaranteed!

I've had great memories with you
in the past;
and I hope there are many more
to come,
in the future.

Pretty little things called words and dustif you weren't a hypocrite,
you'd be wrapped in the sweetest
perfumes
(learning
how to engulf the ocean
with your lungs
and think of how to cup it
in your hands
despite
your broken prayers and
still be beautiful)

dance with the gypsies
'till noon
(a quake in
your hips like the thrust
of continents
and the faultlines
emanating from
your spine,
but still
so, so graceful)

sing with the nymphs
in tune
(your voice,
it's growing old,
raspy even.
your throat's burning dry
like a monsoon
faltering in a desert,

and tones
still octaves
powerful)

be nestled in a king's arms
soon
(oh, you precious
little thing.
how

Lost In ConfusionMy mind is spinning without a rest
emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?

The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.
I don't understand, what is going on...

Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A rollercoaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this ?

I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noisies echo in my min

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

Why meI wanted sleep very badly
I tried my hardest to rest
I closed my eyes and laid there
But sleep didn’t come easy
I would doze off
And wake back up
Again
Why me? When I know I have to be up at 3 AM.

DangerousMermaids; they seduce you then hold you under
Vampires; will kiss your lifeblood away
Mages, will turn your own mind against you
While trolls will hunt you down if you stay
Run through the woods, don’t stop for nothing
Monsters wait with jaws opened wide
Ignore that pretty elf, who’s probably plotting something dark
For she will torture you once she’s lured you inside
Orcs; will have a craving for your flesh
While dwarves are just prejudiced against your height
Dragons are very skilled when it comes to fire
While faeries will torment you throughout the night
So run little weakling, don’t stop now
The faery realm has go

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Open your eyes, Wake upBeside me you lay,
Unaware of my pain,
A distance from this nightmare,
Concious of only dreams,
Open your eyes,
Wake up.

Beside me you lay,
Away from my sorrows,
Eyes closed to the tears I shed,
Numb to the way I feel,
Open your eyes,
Wake up.

Beside me you lay,
Hiding away in dreams,
Not aware I need you here,
Alone inside your head,
Open your eyes,
Wake up.

Beside me you lay,
A distance from my fear,
Not knowing why I'm so scared,
Not thinking of my wounds,
Open your eyes,
Wake up.

Beside me you lay,
Believing I'm still here,
Waking to find crimson sheets,
You'll wish that you woke up,
Open your eyes,
I won't w

My loveMy love,
Look away,
I can't let you see,
This sight is not mean't for you,
You won't understand.

Darling,
Just stop screaming,
Please don't be afraid,
It's not your fault I'm bleeding,
You didn't cause these wounds.

Babe,
Don't be scared of me,
There's nothing to fear,
It's still me that you see,
I'm just a little scarred.

Honey,
Don't you worry,
I'll try to make myself better,
Even if it will just get worse,
I can't hide this anymore.

Sweetheart,
Please don't cry,
I can't make you smile,
I don't know how to make you happy,
I only feel the cold.

Dear,
You must be strong,
I'm still weak,
I need you to help me,
Toge

You tell me...You tell me it's okay to smile,
I'll remember that,
Next time I'm happy.

They say it's all right to cry,
I won't forget that,
There'll be tears when I'm sad.

I've heard you're meant to feel,
Maybe I'll try it,
Next time I should care.

I've been told it's okay to tell secrets,
Perhaps we'll speak,
If I ever have something to say.

People have told me it's good to be with others,
Maybe I'll get some company,
When I feel alone.

It's been said that it's okay to hurt,
I'll make sure it does,
Next time I should be in pain.

There seems to something be wrong with distance,
Perhaps I'll figure out,
What's so great about being close.

Don't pretendYou can take off that mask you wear,
I know you're just pretending,

There's no reason to play with me,
I'm sick of all these games,

You need not wrap yourself around me,
I already knew that you were twisted,

I don't need you to say goodbye,
I'll figure out that you're gone,

Please don't say you love me,
It just makes me hate you,

Never think of yourself as mine,
I know who's in control,

Promise me you'll never say that I'm okay,
I know what's messed me up,

Don't pretend that I'm still whole,
I've always been this broken,

Don't tell me not to be afraid,
You are what makes me scared,

Don't bother to say it isn't your fault,
Y

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When it's actually morning

by ~got2bheard, Oct 15, 2011, 6:30:36 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

There's a point in the night,
When it's actually morning,
Everything's dark,
And the silence is loud,
It's that point in the night,
When you know you won't sleep,
Everything's clear,
And you're too tired to rest,
It's when time takes too long,
And each minute slows,
Becomes the longest time,
Boredom feeds your mind,
Keeps you awake,
And inspired,
Everything's humorous,
You feel like screaming,
Just to penetrate the silence,
You're hungry too,
You haven't eaten in hours,
It's an empty space,
Between night,
And morning,
It lasts forever,
Then disappears with the sun,
When it leaves,
You're tired,
Dead,
And unalive,
It's that point in the night,
When it's actually morning,
And you still can't sleep.

When it's actually morningby ~got2bheard

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~Saigen-naku Oct 16, 2011 Student Writer

I now how that feels all to well.... xD

~got2bheard Oct 16, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

that's no good

~Saigen-naku Oct 16, 2011 Student Writer

I know right.

~got2bheard Oct 16, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

indeed

~worldoftheundertaker Oct 16, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Can't sleep too ._____.

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