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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
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?
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Darkness There, And Nothing MoreI sit in the darkest corner
Of this once bright room
What used to my haven
Has now become my tomb
I find safety in the shadows
When I find no safety in you
I've become overwhelmed with
Not knowing what to do
I could leave, but I don't
So I guess I can't complain
What used to be my halo
Has now become my chains
I could never hurt a fly
And you're much bigger than that
But for the longest time now
I could smell a rat
There's a savior on the horizon
Waiting for me to decide
But for now I am stuck
In these shadows where I hide
If You Were HereIf you were here, I'd tell you that everything is not all right
I'd tell you how hard it is to wake up each day
And how much harder it is to fall asleep each night
I'd tell you how the clouds hang around a little longer
And how the stars don't shine quite as bright

But if you were here, things wouldn't be that way
I'd have somebody to talk to again
I would say what I mean and mean what I say
These walls wouldn't be cold and dark and scary
Especially at night but sometimes in the day

Yeah, and if you were here, I'd hold each day a little more dear
The sun would shine even when it rained
Instead of the thunder, it's the birds I woul
Qualcosa di Reale in VistaWrap your arms around me
All you feel is bones
But it's sure as hell better
Than sleeping alone
I can sleep if I try
But maybe I don't want to
I'd rather just lie here
With my arms wrapped around you
Your heartbeat and your breathing
White noise to my ears
I can feel my own beating
With the comfort of you here
But nothing can ever be real
In the absence of the light
It still feels like a dream
And I wish it every night
MammalianI feel it, but I don't want to say it
Let the rhythmic beating of the drums
Overpower the voice and the sound of it
Valves opening and closing as blood comes
Effortlessly taking more rounds of it
Yet it contains so much more as it becomes
Overflowing with your chemical, mounds of it
Undeclared it stays, so don't make me say it
Heartstrings and Harp StringsThe music sings of love
But it's much harder to find
Love is free and happy and forever
Love is honest; love is kind

Love is patient; love is true
It's slow motion and high speed
Love is ancient; love is new
Love is all you need

But love isn't all it's cracked up to be
Cupids arrows aren't that strong
It's not hard to love somebody
And it doesn't have to be for long

No, love doesn't have to last
In fact, it seldom does
Everything doesn't always stay
Exactly how it was
InfinityEverything's clean after the mud was hurled
But you never did see it that way
So try and see the true in the world
Turn all the 8's on the fridge sideways
How can forever be a long time
When it's not an amount of time at all?
How can I watch you learn to fly
Before you ever learn to take a fall?
Humility is a valuable lesson to learn
I hope it finds you in a day or so
It's best before your last bridge has burned
But after you've already let go
And lately I've been doing everything
That I can just to stay awake
And that swan song that you sing
I hope it's dishonest for your sake

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Make It Through The Night

:iconyoursanonymous:

The sun can be up
And your eyes can be open
And you can be wishin'
And prayin' and hopin'
The day will be beautiful
And you won't have to cry
Pieces will fall together
In the blink of an eye
Oh, on a day like that day
When everything will be right
It can only happen if you
Make it through the night
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~kermie4201 Sep 27, 2010
Its not an abrupt ending, it fits, or at least I think so. Nicely done by the way. Im t too great with words, but the least I can say is I really like this.
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~YoursAnonymous Sep 28, 2010
Thanks! (: I appreciate it.
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