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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

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.

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.

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

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.

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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He's coming back in to my life
That the door I said was shut
will be thrown wide open
That he'll use me again
And I'll like it
That this pain
This feeling of my chest squeezing
will only get tighter
Till I pop
And after he's done with me
Because lord knows he will
Ill be broken and scattered
And caged again

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Your words are really all that
keeps me out of the middle street with
cinder blocks for feet
or gives me oxygen when
I won't breathe
And peace when I forget
again how to sleep

And when your not there
It's like pieces of me left to go
where ever you are
Because thats where they feel at home

I'd rather that your soul move with my soul
so together we'll be in this eternal dance
And you'll always lead
especially when I can't

Hey Charlie!Let’s play a game and trade our souls
I have no shame
Let me live with yours
I’ll take your burden
I’ll swallow your pain
I’d love your hurt for caring sake
I need this swap
I need a change
My sheltered life won’t keep me sane.
So let’s play a game
And trade our souls
I need this more than you could know.

HiddenThis flame was lit
and it grew quite bright
more than I'd admit,
much more than I like.
It flickers and dances
in the slightest breeze,
it's glow memorizes not only me.
It attracts a great crowd,
draws much attention.
I hate to claim it,
say its mine,
but facts are facts
the truth well known.
This flame is mine
and it will always burn.

Another FaceHe has no clue,
no idea what I go through,
when I hear his name
though I havent seen him in years
He remains the stain upon my shirt.
And with each passing day
it grows a little bit worse.
Awaking me so I may die again.
Stabbings my lungs so i can breath again.
Aiding in this deepening fear
that he and I will never stare
in to that hole together.

IMAGINARY SITUATIONHate loves Rage
Love loathes People
Kindness is dying
No One is weeping
Pain steps in
Caring runs out
Time is flying
Lights knocked out
Mind is bleeding
Room is spinning
Death waves hello
Comfort then goes
Clarity comes slow
Door slams close

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Theatre Arrogance

by ~nowayXX, Jul 25, 2012, 7:38:55 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Who are you talking to?

Obiviously not me.

Not when you haven't seen

all that I've seen.

Not til you find the places I go

to hang up at my hat

and start the show.

You are not an actor

in this play.

You do not belong

on my stage.

The lights are too bright

and unfamiliar to you.

This script will never

make sense to you.

So who are you talking to?

Clearly not me.

Not until

you've played the lead.

Theatre Arroganceby ~nowayXX

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

~little-thief Jul 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Love this! Free verse is so much fun to write and to read : )

~nowayXX Jul 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you

*Joe-Maccer Jul 26, 2012

Cool one, Tisha!

~nowayXX Jul 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

THX JOE

*Joe-Maccer Jul 28, 2012

My pleasure stranger. I mean Tisha...

~nowayXX Jul 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

lol second time around you have called me stranger

what are you getting at mister?

*Joe-Maccer Jul 28, 2012

You know why...you are hardly ever here anymore.
I don't have you to hang around with.
What kind of pretend grandfather do you think I am?

~nowayXX Jul 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

LMAO joe im sorry ive neglected you

*Joe-Maccer Jul 28, 2012

OK as long as you never leave again...

Just kidding I don't want you to be stuck in cyberspace...

~nowayXX Jul 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

thats what your saying but your eyes..your eyes say else wise

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