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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

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.

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

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?

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.

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

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

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

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

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.

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I miss the tempest sandstorm
And the choking desert dust
I miss the thunderclouded sky
Miss the cool night breezes
Flowing cross my face
Beneath the stars

I long for stars,
Sparkling in the dark sky
The radiant moon,
Growing, living, dying
Always changing, always same
I'd die happy
If I could see it all once more

I beg you let me one more time
Swim in a river that runs free

Please let me play in the ocean sand
I beg once more

Let the sun shine on my withered frame
Let my ears hear the sound of a living thing
Let me taste a wild fruit that no farmer grew

Don't let me die in this darkened cell alone!

Bu

LonelinessLeave me alone
Give me shaded rocky corners
In the shadow of the wind
Let the sun shine back upon me
You know you took it from me old friend
Please leave me. And dont come back again.

Like stone cattle through stormcloud valleys
You keep running through my mind
And I used to like the feeling but
It's hurting me this time
Take your noise and your pain
And do not haunt my mind again.

Like some maddened ancient butcher
You cut for my heart again
I once gave it to you but now
I take it back again.
Get your knife from out my chest
And do not cut at me again.

Like sandstorms from distant deserts
You callus my skin to steel
It

Elves Nighttime WelcomeIn the dark
Search the stars
On this moonless cloudy night
For the magic
Of the elves
As they play the glimmering light
Like a top
Like a song
Those who can see all delight
In the whispered lighting fancies they behold.

It's the elves
Who control
The light that's in the dark
And their magic
That we see
With each beating of our heart
So look up
In the night
Leave the city find a park
And loose your conscience in the magic of the elves

GhostsThe ghosts were out last night
As I walked back roads alone
Flitting at the edge of sight
Normally would chill me to the bone
To see the black horse toss his head
Rider less he is, and free
No reigns adorn him, it's said
But his saddle waits empty for me.

Others also haunted my lonely path
As I walked last night alone
The black haired twin wraith
Whose eyes are cold as stone
Took the shape of young women
In long black dresses
Sharpening their knives of human bone.

The horse he stood before me
The wraith to either side
I knew that if I passed that point
I would surely die.

A moment I stood waiting
As a tear slid down m

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felt bad then. feel better now. Yay for PMS.

~tracar Jan 25, 2005 Hobbyist Photographer

~tracar Jan 24, 2005 Hobbyist Photographer

Hey, this is an awesome piece!

I really like this part-

A broken dirtied soul,
Hide me away forever
Never look at me again.
It’s only what I deserve.

~Panther-Nora Jan 24, 2005

Thanks for the comment, I'm glad you like it.

~missy-star Nov 19, 2004

Ah ha.. this is something us girls can relate to!
Thankyou!!

~Panther-Nora Nov 19, 2004

Thank you

~lesbian-harlequin Sep 3, 2004

Wow..you sound angry...that's about how I feel most of the time..with such fantastic people at home..it's almost PMS 24-7

nice piece here

~Panther-Nora Sep 4, 2004

Thank you. I guess this poem can sound a number of diferent ways depending on the mood one reads it in.

~lesbian-harlequin Sep 4, 2004

~Blu-Winters Jul 19, 2004

Aww very nice poem

! I loved the imagery in it, and also the way things flow. I'm happy you're feeling better and uhm, I dun't get PMS but yay for it anyway :Aww:

-Prince

~Panther-Nora Jul 19, 2004

Thank you for the fav and for droping by to comment.
and I'm glad you can relate, even if you dont get PMS.

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