a ratio of freckles to starsvirginia,

you are floating away in
every direction:

a universe
of sunlight & marrow bones
i want to know

your touch
had vertigo then--
a certain horse sadness

i remember how you
would swallow the stars:
watch them glow through your cheeks

(no one told you
what they thought of light & dying
of being a constellation
drawn across your face)

you are the milky way:
a firefly drowning

but i will trail you--
hold your coat above the water

(a star
exploding a million miles away
with a number for a name)

This is my girlfriend.This is my girlfriend.
I found her all on my own.
She’s little,
And broken.
But still good.
Yeah,
Still good.

cool breeze across sultry skinorange morning
riverside
in the wind
reeds bend
like backs
yours arches
like a bridge
in my breath
and my two lips cross
your soft skin connection
to reach the end
the heartland
open and waiting for me

There isThere is;

Joy in your laughter, music in your voice
Dance in your step, confidence in your stride
Pride in your heart, tranquility in your mind
Sweetness in your smile, fierceness in your eyes
Comfort in your presence, tenderness in your embrace

Nothing quite compares

CountermelodiesWhen it begins,
it’s like discovering
the decadence of music.
Perhaps your breath hitches
on the cello carrying the countermelody.
It reminds you of their voice,
as they warm spices in the kitchen
and you’d wrap your arms around them from behind,
like the horns come up from under
and saturate the harmony.
Their body feels familiar in all different ways,
a second listen granted to a beautiful movement.

You can’t tell them you repeat
the first song they showed you
because it smells like their skin
If you listen close enough.
And they can’t tell you that
they try to harmonize with your
speaking voice on the phone

Dancing with the Fairies EnglandxReader

Emerald leaves, orange light,
Swaying bluebells, pink clouds,
Rustling trees, calling birds,
In the stillness of the forest.

We wandered from the gravel path,
Careful where we trod,
Not to crush the innocent flowers,
That tinted a fine fragrance.

Past the great oak,
Beyond the pine and beech,
Our fingers entwined together,
My hand locked safely in his.

Great gorges and steep cliffs,
We passed before an opening,
Where light shone through gracefully,
Catching on mysterious forms.

The rosebay willowherb seeds
Floated and waltzed effortlessly
Through the air and caugh

A Lack of EloquenceYou told me you wanted to be a writer someday
And I couldn't help but wonder if you'd ever written about me
I went home and tried to write something beautiful about you
But I couldn't find the words
I don't know how to describe the kindness in your eyes
Or the way your voice sends shivers down my spine
Or how you linger in my dreams at night
No matter how I string my words together
They never quite seem to do you justice
You must forgive me for my lack of eloquence
And understand all the things I'm trying to tell you
When at last, for all my trying, the only words I have are these:
"I love you, I love you, I love you"

You are a bittersweet beauty with hips that lie.Do I crave you because I crave a intense muse?

Poetry flows from my lips.

My heart bruises,

soul feels ripped.

I still want you.

I don’t need you.

I want you.

I want your flesh upon mine.

Whiskey lips and hips that don’t lie.

Bone against bone.

My body is my home.

Experience the bittersweet beauty.

BeautySmiling into the sunshine I go,
the warm rays on my face as I walk.
The world around me is vibrant,
every color rushing to meet my gaze.
The world seems as if it is waiting for me,
opening its beauty to my eyes.
A drop of water touches my face,
from the sky they fall,
bringing out new color and life.
I sit in the rain as around me it falls.
I would try to find the most beautiful things,
but you are the most beautiful thing of all.

It hurtIt hurt you know,
Falling for you.

I felt very bump and bang,
Every bruise and break.
I tried to hold on,
I tried to slow down,
I tried to stop.
But it was inevitable.
Gravity was too much,
It kept pulling me down
To you.

And when I landed,
When I hit the ground
At your feet
I could barely breathe.
It was too much
For anyone to handle
Let alone me.

But I watched you reach down,
And felt you pick me up.
You gathered together
All my broken pieces
And worked for days
Making me whole again.

It took time
But I finally realised
That for me to fall down to you
Meant that you
Had fallen too.

So once I was rebuilt
I searched for your missing p

Eternal LoveI never thought this day would come so soon.
And yet I always knew it was to come.
For we are nothing but another side of each other.
For all those years we were two sides of a single coin,
Spinning round and round but never facing one another, never meeting.
But those days have passed. We have joined in more ways than one.
And now we complete each other, black and white, white and black…
Different but the same. We will always continue to fly under the same sky.
Together. Nothing else matters but the connection we share.
This connection which binds us, it runs through our veins, through our blood, long before we ever met.
Eternal. Like the symbols that matched our colours and understood our souls.

let's play pretendplease hold me close and keep your eyes shut
i'll become the girl who broke your heart
and you'll be the boy who broke mine

ThiefCant you see she's a thief?
She stole your heart
And your breath
Now she's stealing your last name.

Happy Birthday Fox!Every moment spent with you,
Everything which we once knew,
Is now melting into the past,
You and I, our futures last.

Together our souls burn bright,
Like a hearth and candlelight,
Late night talks or daylight hours,
Poems about us, or poems about flowers,

Though we are so far apart.
You are forever engraved in my heart,
Each passing second with you,
Is worth a lifetime to me.

Eternity.Love.
There aren’t any words that can explain our love.
You smiles with your eyes,
You brighten the world with your laugh,
This love sparkles brighter than the moon,
And the burning sun.
You lights the darkness
You stand out from the flock.
Every kiss is the softest touch,
This love is a soft beauty.
The thought of knowing you are mine
Is like a time of magic
The night we met was endless magic
Dancing in the moonlight is a magical moment
That I always forever cherish
I will love you till infinity ends
Like ying and yang, you and me
Eternity

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What's mineMy body is yours
Do with it as you will,
But my soul is my own,
The one part of me you cannot touch,
The one part of me that's mine.

You may try to break it,
Scream obscenities in my face.
You may beat me until I cry aloud
But you will not leave a trace.
My soul is flying in the sky
It's far away from you.

You can beat me, starve me, hate me,
You can shame me before all,
But my soul is flying in the sky
And it will never fall.

Cut me, rape me, kill me even,
Do the worst that you can do.
My soul is soaring through the sky,
So far away from you.

My body is yours
Do with it as you will,
But my soul is mine.
And you

Internal WarThere is a war
With casualties unnumbered.
Each side's the worst off
And each side's the best.

Armies laughing and shooting
They're slashing and burning
The pain, it is something that wont go away.

One side has cannons,
The other has bombs.
They fire and fire
With desperate desire
Their trenches go higher.
They're dying, and filing the earth with their bones.

Each blast cuts me deeper
I'm down on my knees.
Haven't you heard?
It's all inside of me.

Can't you see that you're killing what's inside of me?

His EyesWhen I look in his eyes
-Eyes of shattered glass blue-
I know somehow that his words are true.
I see in his eyes
What I've not seen before.
I see the old things
But also much more.

In the dark eyes before his
I saw only greed
(Desire and lust are more what I mean).

Now in his eyes I see that too,
But only after looking through
The love, respect, and tenderness
That accompanies each caress
When his fingers dance across my face.
The love that's ours is not a race
To add a conquest to his list,
No, but to savor every kiss.
So I think that this could last
Unlike the others in my past.

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by ~Panther-Nora, Jan 6, 2004, 2:43:31 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

Always before were 'religious guys'
Went to church and prayed every night
They threw me around
I was treated like dirt
That's 'the way life was'
I accepted the hurt

But now there's you
And you treat me right
You tell me i'm pretty
Swear your love every night

How can our love be a sin
And those before be right?
I dont understand my church anymore
All I understand is tonight

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~moondroplet Mar 16, 2004 Hobbyist

Good poem. I'm sorry that you've been treated badly before. I've been treated wrong by some "super religious" guys... It's hard not to hate the church for what happened. Just don't hate God.

~Panther-Nora Mar 16, 2004

I dont hate either, I might not like either, but I dont hate them. I belive what I was trying to understand at the moment was my family's attitude toward my life.
Thank you for commenting.

~moondroplet Mar 16, 2004 Hobbyist

You're welcome. Good luck with your family.

~Rygnaror Mar 16, 2004

Decided to check out your work since you commented on mine. Thanks you for the comment. The title of this piece drew my attention. First off, sorry you've had such a confusing experience. It is not supposed to be that way, but since you are dealing with imperfect people they get stuff wrong and can hurt others. Second, Christianity shouldn't be a religion. Religion is how man attempts to explain the spiritual. But the Bible itself says that people can't please God or understand the spiritual by themselves so Christianity as a religion fails. However, a relationship with the Christ is the truth and the way things are supposed be. It is Him coming to you, helping you where you are at b/c you aren't enough. No one is. And that is where alot of people, usually with good intentions, screw up. They think it is all about them and what they do and how they do it and making sure that others do it too. Nope. It is about you and your relationship with Jesus. Lastly, I had to write this because I hate confusion and hearing how people have been hurt by "the church". If I have confused you, I apologize. I'll give you the option of contacting me if you want to. I'm willing to talk, but it is your choice. Thanks again.

~Panther-Nora Mar 16, 2004

I'm not sure I agree with throwing christianity out the window entirely, but thanks for leaving such an awesome comment. I studied religion for some time, so I understand what you're saying and I appreciate it.
Thank you.

*Melanophrionsa Feb 5, 2004

Religion, seemingly, is always in my way...

I hate Christianity- I grew up under their rules -_-

~Panther-Nora Feb 5, 2004

Yeah, it dies seem to get in the way.

Christianity in and of itself isnt bad. It's just the people who take it too far, I think.

*Melanophrionsa Feb 6, 2004

Christianity has caused the most deaths out of any religeon...

Sofar, Necroma has caused mearly 6 unplanned deaths (blinks)

~TeArFrOMaHeARtLesSSo Jan 26, 2004 Writer

wow, ya poetry is beautiful.....i hope it will never be tainted!

~Panther-Nora Jan 26, 2004

THanks

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