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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

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.

A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.

Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.

Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!

I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even

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

Seaside HolidayI am content
to stay
a caterpillar

Who says
you have
to change?

What's so great
about being
a butterfly?

Retreat Within..Time to close down the circus, time to close down the tents. The show is over, that's all folks, I hope you
got your monies worth.
The acts have all seceded, retreating to their darkness as the people that gave them light have gone home.
The grounds seem bare as the treading of happiness have left, leaving them alone and cold, no longer
having the heat to keep it warm.
The excitement of the day is over, the light has fallen to the darkness. And the world that brought such
joy and cheer has become nothing more than a memory, nothing more than show for the hearts that needs
it.
The master sighs, tipping his hat to the world as he retreats within to his own world, closing down his body,
closing down his emotions, closing down himself til the next time to bring his charm and joy to a world that
needs it.
"The show is over, that's all folks, please enjoy your day..."

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Empty MemoriesA resounding silence takes up the space
rebounding off unfilled walls
gliding through empty halls
nothing more than empty memories

Your incessant talking interrupts my thoughts
wearing down on my paper thin tolerance

Trying to stuff the void I left open
the quiet I hung there ripped down
torn up by your noisy complaints

My vocal cords are rubbed raw
by words waiting to be said
stuck in my throat
they can't be pushed down
but can't be forced out, just yet

Allow me to go back to my unforgiving memories
silent betrayers of my tired mind
unkept tendrils of forgotten knowledge
brimming over the sides if my head
pouring onto ungr

One or the OtherIt's not one or the other
I must have more choices
a variety of different decisions

I refuse to be placed
put into a box
waiting to be check marked from the list

And once you place me there
I'm not allowed to leave
stuck in bold letters of common enemies
or allies

But there is in-between the lines
and gray areas
keeping us away
from limited options

Tell me I am different
I have my own categories
too unique to just "fit in"

I'm better than pre-created place holders
ignorant stereotypes given
by simple minded people

Am I not allowed to fall in between
be that gray area in your black and white painting
I can't deal with be

Bring Them to Their KneesHer body is a cavern
wishing to be filled with happy memories and warm smiles
instead she is hollow

Everything inside scooped out with tight hands
gripping and grabbing
pulling out her innocence
throwing away the young hopes
replacing it with self-loathing

She walks seductively by
covering up all her insecurities with tight clothes
and the perfect amount of make-up

Hiding her fear within swaying hips
giving out lustful looks
bringing whomever she wished to their knees

She didn't need anyone
she didn't want any help
that's what she told herself

She had control
power over them
had them begging for her

Not the begging like sh

A Sterile GraveOne hospital bed
Filled with blank eyes, leaving marks
On pristine white walls

Falling for AutumnI haven't seen you in months
but you're still just as beautiful as last time
your long hair flowing gently in the breeze
red, orange, and brown mixed to make a silky curtain of colors

It's been too long since I could sit and relax with you
hot apple cider flowing warmly down my throat
keeping away the slight chill you sometimes bring along

Your delicious earthy smell almost overwhelms my senses
with a calmness no one else can give me
I've missed your soft touch against my cheek
gentle hands pushing back my hair

The sound of your voice is a flurry of air
through leaves that have yet to fall
the crunch under foot while we walk hand

My Silent StrangerSad eyes and shut mouth
I feel as though your trying to tell me something
but you have yet to speak a single word

I call you my silent stranger
there is no need for words with you
they'll just pull us down
until were on the same level as every other person on this Earth

Yelling, fighting, crying
they are all unnecessary
the only thing passed between us is a whisper
a word or two

But the quiet means so much more
when we speak in to each other in body language

Eyes telling stories
hands holding new memories as if they were new born babies
lungs borrowing each others air
lips sharing moments of understanding under a quiet moon

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My Hourglass Figure

by ~LyingViaPoetry, Nov 5, 2012, 1:37:36 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Unsure and stuttering
you ask me
ask for everything
ask for too much

I refuse to take your pleas
to look at those desperate eyes
overflowing with pent up emotion

Leave me be
watch your reflection bounce back at you from cold glass
I have no time left to give
that's what you want, isn't it?

My time
more time
time, time, time

The sand in my hollow body has just about run out
leaving me empty
with false hopes that I might be turned over
giving me a few more hours on the clock

I used to be a work of art
now only cracked glass
wishing less life was wasted clinging to falling sand

I can give you other chances
if you help me

Fill my cracks with sincerity
repaint my chipped edges with bright smiles
I have yet to be fixed but I know it's possible

Mend me
only then can I give you the time you seek

My Hourglass Figureby ~LyingViaPoetry

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I wrote this then accidentally left the submit page so everything was deleted! I tried to rewrite it but I think a few words are missing so if this doesn't sound right or flow right, that's why. I've done that before to and it's so frustrating!

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Critique by ~TheLastIconoclast Nov 8, 2012, 9:36:59 AM

I like this one. The title makes a good connection with the concept of fading beauty and reminds me of Sylvia Plath. It sounds like the woman is so self conscious and unsure of herself that she will not commit emotionally.

It certainly seems to give the image of a broken bird scenario. The woman has many issues and is asking for someone to help. It is written like the woman is a statue- a Galatea. The statue has been damaged by emotional trauma and needs to be repaired through love and affection.

A very enjoyable piece of work. I hope you write more in the future.

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~PrideofPanem Nov 8, 2012 Student General Artist

I really like it

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