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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
I&rsquo

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

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, bold-faced,
surrounded by snakes
with a line through my lip.

Prelude       Nocturne;
I conjure the moon
as dusk crests,
       a wave across the sky

       I am lovely and lonely in
       the night, shadow-
       shackled to the mountainside

and the moths
unfurl their hamsa-wings as
mama calls me in.

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.

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

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

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

How To WriteHow to write:

Write a word.
Now write a sentence.
Write a paragraph.
A chapter.
A story.
The end. ♥

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Many years are gone, our pair living life,
he being withdrawn, her trapped in strife
Each seeming to sense, that fate has failed,
destiny in suspense, fortunes veiled.
Without poetry, years without comfort,
lacking chemistry, having no support.
Villainous is sun, Valiant is moon,
by the light undone, by the dark immune.
Explorations die, she is never found.
living in lies, so their time becomes bound.
Frustration rages, left naught but fury,
trapped for ages, without a jury.
Last link is sought, afore night reaches end,
final message thought, last effort penned.

Sonnet 2 The Cloudy Afternoon

Sonnet 1 The Bright Morning

Life is a circle, some argue it wrong,
life is miracle, an adept bard\'s song.
For patterns do twine, and times they do change,
futures in a line, oft veering off strange.
Crossing paths of one day, are left to part,
in line along the way, then off the chart.
I once had a love, my soul in her hand,
hawk not dove, I left for another land
The journey began, the love left behind
to be a man, only her on my mind
Training to be free, trapped in her eyes.
being all I could be, feeling goodbyes.
For true love is rare, and strong in the heart
even when all we share, becomes far apart.

The Tower

PhysicalFingertips touch you
Like you touch my spirit
Fingernails strengthen touch
Like you strengthen my heart
Hands hold you close
Like your love binds me
Arms pull you near
Like your eyes, draw me in
Shoulders support you
Like you support my dreams
Chest pillows you
Like you buoy my hopes
Neck shelters you
Like you protect my love
Hair tickles you
Like you tease my eyes
Face confronts you
Like you challenge my mind
Ears hear you
Like you understand my mind
Waist anchors you
Like you hold me firm
Legs bring me to you
Like yours, wrap me close
Feet carry my body
Like your love carries my all
Skin laughs at your

Devil

I am unknown.
I keep my secrets well.
I laugh as the media portrays me.

The Rolling Stones sang of me,
adding to my fame.
I desire no sympathy,
I seek all the blame.

You too may have heard,
boney singers speak devil inside flame,
Chords of metallic rock devils dance,
none aid me in my eternal aim.

I have seen myself in movies,
showing attorneys acting in my name.
I laugh as they think so little of me,
My influence needs no legal game.

Though you have read the anti-bible,
considered to be mine to my shame.
Lavey was but a fool,
I am much more tame.

I was but a foil in your books,
for good for evil for hero's claim.
I do no

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by ~kylere, May 7, 2003, 5:28:18 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Mirrored ceilings, velvet floors,
a chaffeur driven limousine.
The Party can never start,
until you make the scene.
Learning nothing, leaving less,
faster faster never slow down.
Lost in the silver lining,
locked in the merry-go-round.
The silver spoon begins to tarnish,
the music, the booze, the midnight lines.
Left alone now, the parties all over,
played it close too many times.
Dancing in the desert,
dust stinging in your eyes.
Took a mischance of fortune,
too make you realize.
A simple toss of ivory dice,
twisting, twining, threads of fate.
Caught up, lost in the dream,
now hope it is not too late.
Once you have become,
you can be no more.
Pick the path to follow,
try to learn the score.

Dancing in the Desertby ~kylere

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

A poem written to a friend lost between the lines

~delliversagain Sep 10, 2003 General Artist

Interesting poem; glad I looked at it a second time. At first I was going to point out a couple of cliches I didn't like in here (the "silver lining" part) but it seemed to work with the overall mood.

Immediately, for some reason, the movie " Requiem for a Dream" comes to mind when I read this and think of those who gamble in life for the soul purpose of achieving better things.

This poem to me is really about humanity in that sense and the final 2 lines of advice sums up the solution quite simply to the complexities of the 22 lines preceding it.

Pretty good poem.

~lost-but-found May 7, 2003

/the party can never start// until you make the scene/ that's really romantic.

`Sya May 7, 2003 Professional General Artist

A simple toss of ivory dice,
twisting, twining, threads of fate.

Beautiful! ::sighs::

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