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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

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

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?

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.

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

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

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

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'm busy, it's true
But when I've a minute to think, I think of you.

My sigh when I finally go to bed
The first half, true is tired,
But the second half is lonely for you.

I remember what you say about clouds,
But to me they never look painted
When I look at them
For a minute
Before getting back to work.

I feel the touch of the wind and sun,
And it's nice,
But I want your touch.

My fork traces your name on my plate
At dinner.

I shiver into my chilly bed,
and wish you could help keep it warm.

My muscles ache,
but my heart aches more.
It misses you,
And the muscles just have an unoxidized buildup of acid.

In a room

VERSUS Summer
To stop, and be cradled in the arms of the trees. Lean against one and feel her support.
VS
They claw at life, desperate to live, to survive one more year, one more day. Lean against one, and feel your energy begin to drain away, sucked up by the tree's enourmous need, it's desperation.
VS
Fall
The sensual, full-bodied celebration of season's end. A fiercely friendly competition of hue and vibrancy. Flamboyant laughter and color in a drunken dance across the sky before winter's sleep.
VS
Defeat. The frost has won and stolen the summer away.
VS
Winter
Sleeping – waiting.
VS
...we will all die...

Epic... And still they struggled on.

The immortal still was fighting strong
but his doubts grew, this fight too long.
He thought he should have won by now
But the mortal persisted, he knew not how.

... And still they struggled on.

The mortal was tired, his body ached
Fighting with thought, and speed, and all his strength
Against a foe no one could beat
He had to be quick on his feet.

... And still he struggled on.

In the fight, beneath the ponderous moon,
The two were locked for ages
And for the mortal, it must end soon
Or the turning of the pages
Of life's book would leave him behind
Out of sight and out of mind
Having done noth

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What's mine

by ~Panther-Nora, Jan 31, 2004, 7:46:25 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

My 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 will never touch it.

What's mineby ~Panther-Nora

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I dont know what this is. I dont know where I came from. I just sat down to the computer and this wrote. Please tell me what you think.

~tiger-queen May 27, 2005

I think this is powerful, and becuase you mention the word 'rape' it makes it a much stronger piece. I love the whole idea of them not being able to have your soul. It's well written.

~Panther-Nora May 29, 2005

Thank you my friend.

*Melanophrionsa Feb 4, 2004

The soul, the pure, the best (grins) That is an... Undescribibly good poem- I'm adding it to my favs -

~Panther-Nora Feb 4, 2004

Thank you so much!

*Melanophrionsa Feb 4, 2004

(nods)

~Rebelfairy Feb 2, 2004

Your great at writing poems and i really like this one!

~Panther-Nora Feb 2, 2004

Thank you very much

~panpanthepirate Feb 1, 2004

this is really good. very well written, your very talented.

~Panther-Nora Feb 2, 2004

*blushes*
thank you.

~SecretAgent-loverman Jan 31, 2004 Photographer

Powerful statement, well constructed too. Congrats'~

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