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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.
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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Somewhere it's RainingIt seems that not a day goes by
Bullets and bombs dont fall from the sky.
Pray to Allah every day
Make it rain instead so I can play.

Somewhere it's raining. Somewhere it's raining

Day by day this war goes on
I'm left no choice, I write this song.
See fighter planes soaring by
Think birds are all that should fly.

Somewhere it's raining. Somewhere it's raining.

We're living poor the fields are dry
But bullets are all that fall from the sky.
So many soldiers marching through
When I'm grown I'll be one too.

Somewhere it's raining. Somewhere it's raining.
Where is it raining?
four wallsI know these four walls
I built them.

I know these four walls
Know these ancient blood stains
The blood was mine.

I know these four walls
Know the smooth parts
Washed by a thousand tears
The tears were mine.

I know these four walls.

I know these four walls
Know the false comfort
Know the deceptive peace
Once found inside.

I know these four walls
Know the pain they lock inside
The pain they breed.

I know these four walls
I built them.

Set me free.
Cant ForgetIt's not the being alone
It's the lonliness
That eats my soul when I'm away from you.
It's not the place I'm at
It's the emptyness
That makes me do the thing I do.
You'll never know how much I need you.

I'll work 'till the day is through
To keep you from my mind.
No matter what I do
I think of you.
Remember how kisses feel
Remember hands on my skin.
I try but cant forget
In my mind you're there.

It's not the being alone
It's the lonliness
That eats my soul when I'm away from you.
It's not the place I'm at
It's the emptyness
That makes me do the thing I do.
You'll never know how much I need you.

I'll run 'till I fall
Mirror GirlWho are you, mirror girl?
Why are you there, where my face should be?
When I move, you move, so you must be me
But I don't understand how this could be.
Since when have I grown so tall?
My lips are supposed to be more small
And breasts, I shouldn't have them at all.
Since when did I get wrinkles
On my forehead, 'round my eyes?
I don't know when I got broad shoulders
And muscles on my arms.
Where was I while I grew up?
Who stole my childhood from me?
Who are you, mirror girl?
Why are you there where my face should be?
Prisoner version 2I miss the air…
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!

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My Mountain Top

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I sit on the lonely mountain top
When I need to think, to stop.

While they sit in their dark halls
And close themselves in walls
Squabbling about their petty laws,
The sun in the snow gleams on my face
Far apart from the frantic race
To right or left I chose to go
I’m not caught up in the flow.

Don’t try to make me come back down
I’ll sit here on the mountain’s crown
I’ll breathe the air and smell the flower
As is sit atop my lonely tower.
For here it is I found my joy
And here I need no pretty toy
To fit right in, for there’s just me.
Alone, and happy as can be.
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This is something I wrote a while back, but I thought I might as well put it on the site.
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~agnostic-chuck Jan 7, 2004
i like it. i think we all have a place likle that where we go to hide and be with ourselves.
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~Panther-Nora Jan 7, 2004
I think we'd all go crazy if we didnt
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*Melanophrionsa Nov 16, 2003
Happyness- now far off that seems to me...

Its a good poem.... But i dont understand how one can be happy-when alone...
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~Panther-Nora Jan 4, 2004
Your question has been bugging me for a while, and then I figured it out!

There comes a point that, after you have been hurt so much, it's more peaceful (if not exactly happy) to be alone.
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*Melanophrionsa Feb 3, 2004
But surely, alone is.... Destroyed...

If your alone... If you have no one, then surely there is no point in living?
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~Panther-Nora Feb 3, 2004
That's true, but nobody's alone forever. This poem is just waiting until the right one comes allong, and not letting just anyone into your heart to tear it in a thousand itty pieces.

I dont want this poem to say, "being alone forever is best" because it isnt. It surely and most definitely isnt. Just sometimes it's Ok to be alone with your thoughts to sort yourself and be ready for the world.
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*Melanophrionsa Feb 4, 2004
I can't stand being alone, ever...
I can be surrounded by people, and be alone, yet i can be in a dark locked room with padding on the walls and be in company....... All in spirit......

Still, at the moment, i'm not alone... Guess i can relax- (yet i can't -_-)

(ponders)

My heart has been torn into twothousand little bits already--- Hope i never have to feel it torn again-twice was enough -_-
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~Kriasai Nov 7, 2003
Oh wow, that's so good! Like I feel sometimes.
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~cryingblood-bleeding Nov 5, 2003
i really like this...that is how i feel (at times)..i think everybody has a placed they go to..
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