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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

we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.

I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way

(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not

the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding

we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
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Onceyour beauty lies restless behind those
hills, where you fought valiantly. and
the man you once were was brave and kind,
but now you are possessed by a passenger
of darkness, whispering words of your
loneliness.

the man you once were is forgotten, and
the man you are today, is only a ghost, a
shadow, of what you were before.

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?

FossilizedLiving proof of fossils alive,
and no horseshoe-crab am I.

Nor, inhabitable harsh compression of plates,
residing under humid marsh-scapes.

I mold into the walls, as chalky old coal.
But I am no mineral, no era.
I am not, Mesozoic.

Through the ages
Iron
Bronze
silver, gold and heroic.

I remain a still-life; and no Iduna's apples would retain my youth
No magic fountains, or time devices, or wrist watches.
I am the machine of time.
The watcher, omnipotent, the wise.

But

no God am I

Somewhere, sweet tangy sap trolleys down cracked bark.
Somewhere, celestial bodies erupt unseen.
Somewhere, a abrupt breeze blows overturned bi-cycle tire

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.

bookworm“there is no such thing
as reading too much.”
that is what I tell you
when you insist

that there is some danger of
becoming lost in the stuff—
mistaking seriphs for serpents,

swallowing a story so whole
that its hook
sticks in my throat.

“there is no such thing
as reading too much”
I tell you, boldfaced,
surrounded by snakes
with a line through my lip.

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

HorsepowerHorsepower

There’s a knife turnin in my soft parts
And heat burnin my mind on hard starts
The motors runnin but I lost the wheel
Just want it to be numb don’t wanna feel
Take two steps back and put it in park
Before I leave scarred up black marks
I need a u-turn on this highway
But can’t go back on the by-way
So look ahead, the pavement goes on
Break the rear-view mirror it’s gone
Contemplate
Reiterate
Put it in drive
And say goodbye
Let’s see how fast this bitch can fly

-Cygam7

nightmarethe foxes are at your bedside and singing--
feversongs,
songs of boiling thoughts
and broken muscles.
their lullabyes.
they sneak so quiet, and
somehow,
you can't quite
dream
anymore.

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

Here and There, Now and ThenBurnt umber dawn, swaying electric trees
Thousands of souls chant in the summer wind
Journals of the dead are read by schoolchildren
They awake shaking someone else's dreams from their heads

Static electricity on the nape of your neck
In the television, on your phone, in your dinner
The calling of a murder of crows from the trees
You remember the view from the hospital room window

A smorgasbord of life and limb, death and decay
The antiseptic smell has an undercoating of rot and dirt
Talismans won't work any more than prayers and candles
Soldiers still fight lost wars, glory in the faded night

Tall fences are built to keep the worlds separ

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

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White NoiseJust a cacophanous rattle,
Of the leaking, bleeding fusion,
Of catastrophe with a voice,
Merged into one system,
Created by problematic,
Conflict and tension.

Just a tool too be used,
For somebody else's gain,
This clamor of nihility,
Shall be the penultimate,
Of this system's service,
It's life shed for nil.

A Colder PlaceIt seems as though,
Your heart is lost at sea,
You feel so cold and dead inside.

Your beauty is breathtaking,
But buried under this outer shell,
Is just that bitter interior.

Makeup just a screen,
Caked on to camouflage,
You're cold blooded spirit.

You let me down,
One small promise was all I needed,
To let my body rise.

Just a storm to pass,
And quell the tundra within,
To finally bring the summer.

How The Story EndsWandering like a hopeless soul,
Through the gardens of life's emptiness,
Accompanied by nought but,
My path frought with realisation.

The end of the tunnel now in sight,
A brief whisper of anguish,
But I can't help wonder,
The torment of the souls I will long depart...

For this is a place to say goodbye,
Never here to say another,
Left without a chance to ask you,
For your number.

Crashing and tumbling,
Over the steep cliff edge of 'harmony',
My last farewell now breathed,
This my chance to escape.

BetrayerThis fiendish snake,
Slithered in too take,
A quick passing glimpse,
Of this society's advance.

Remaining nought but illusive,
On the discreet periphery,
Of the publics opinion and eyes,
Worming straight into the core.

Befriended and received,
All had perceived,
This warm and friendly face,
Would not destroy their place.

Vigilant in his clean manners,
Thought of too be the paragon,
Upheld and admired,
By those inside.

In the end, they were deceived,
Removed and unseated,
By this single person,
The Judas to their Christ.

UltravioletIncandescent blur of light,
Hazy and dazzling when in sight,
All-seeing and frighteningly revealing.

It's crazy colour and blazing temper,
Is soft in hue but rough in nature,
The keeper of the secret and unseen.

The hunter of the preserved unknown,
A warrior in the long war,
Aiding and abetting the poor and the pure.

A safeguard to the multitudes,
Concealment garnered through service,
Protection and privacy.

The GrowingSpontaneous and combustive,
A dark underground of trusted,
Creepy horrid thugs and thieves,
Present for a message to receive.

A calling, an urgent duty,
Responded too with utmost completion,
This den of wacko's and nuts,
Crawling from out of their scraggy huts.

Cut-throat and poisonous kin,
Bathing in every mortal sin,
A glorified sect,
Let loose on a world wrecked.

They surge out like a tidal wave,
Into an unprepared world that cannot stave,
This cult of deranged fanatics,
From this world full of hysterics.

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Home Sweet Home

by ~GrandeurOfIllusion, Feb 13, 2013, 12:14:21 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Your memory everlasting,
Within my heart,
I remember it right from the start.

The times spent together,
The bliss and natural pleasure,
Made me wish for this forever.

Your very touch,
It took my breath away,
And for that I just cannot say.

Gracious and elegant,
The way you spend your time,
Locks my attention, it should be a crime.

Home Sweet Homeby ~GrandeurOfIllusion

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~Ro-Noziglia Feb 13, 2013

This is really beautiful

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