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softenedthe sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
alone.

in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
raven,
black as night and
just as hopeful.

and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.

I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
me.

Two SoulsCould I touch a silent thought?
Could I know the colour of a word?
Could I hear the universe full of stars?
Could I hold the sea in my arms?
Could I stroke your voice?
Could I live in your heart?

A song never sung
A paper never drawn
A game never won
A man never loved

A flower that moves
A bird on my hair
A tree always blue
Spring
one love
two souls
my world
and you.

AirI want to lose myself
in an illogical need
for love.

I want to remember
to forget
how to breathe.

What is Air
if not you?

Warm BodiesNothing around but air to pierce the quietness that surrounds the grace of these lustful souls,

Clouding together with interchanging hearts going along with the musing beats, tones of which

Knock the desolate sounds of blood, coming together sliding back and forth like oozing drips of

Honey such a pastoral scene hidden beneath the charm of the shadows, from which love abides

Like a melody composed of two lovers, only now to see lights fading away, with feelings going far

Away with such perception, what deviant ways perceive as to disregard, and leave only now to

Sleep to dream…..

TnM: Me amas real o no?Era un soleado día en Daneville, nuestra pelirroja favorita aun dormía plácidamente –u-
Isabella: Marie ya levántate
Marie: 5 minutos más *se tapa la cabeza con la almohada*
Isabella: ¬¬ Marie
Marie: bien bien*se levanta y se empieza a listar*
Isabella: bueno te veo abajo *se va*
Marie: lalalala oliendo las lindas rosas *cambiándose*
OoOoOoOoOoOo DEPUES DE CANTAR Y ALISTARSE OoOoOo
Marie: *se va a las escaleras*
¿??: Te quedaste hablando con jazz toda la noche de nuevo?
Marie: bueno podría decirs-..Papa?!! Como lo sabes?
Phineas: tengo contactos
Marie: o metiste grabadora

~I shall never stop loving thee~My powdered lips shall kiss thee through this ever lasting love
your beauty intensifies my satisfaction
O, tis' be you my darling, my one and sweet caressed heart
Shoot a bullet through my skull, tis' only the most dainty way I show thou love for thee.

Thy heart shall never stop beating for thee
He, be this time were I shall daunt my passion for thee.
so soft and abase
how I feel sorry for thee
trapped by endless monsoons of terror
let me hold thee and love you endlessly

Will thy be my lover?
Be my daunty heart?
If thy say Ye, then I eternal happiness shall last forever

Be thy love and I shall take care of thee forever
Never leave thy, The

RozeAm văzut niște roze întunecate, cu spini,
Le-am atins și m-am rănit,
și am mers mai departe...
Am văzut niște roze de un roșu aprins, cu spini,
Le-am atins și m-am rănit,
și am mers mai departe...
Am văzut niște roze albe, fără spini,
și am trecut mai departe...

The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.
Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.
A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.
He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen.

That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.
Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.
In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.
As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.
A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken.

He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.
Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.
Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.
Pulling out hi

~Love~Love is like power
its strong but can only last so long...

Many people believe there is a red string connected with your soul mate
But strings can snap eventually...

Golden hearts connected together.
Then to rust and break...

love can make you happy and positive
but also sad and negative
very regretful too...

But pay close attention, you'll only get this once.
Pick your partner carefully.
They may just pick your forever..

♥

I LoveDear Lover,

I love what we have,
And not what we need,
Or should be:

Strong,

Whole,

Or perfect.

I love the way we function,
When we're nearly dead,
The way you:

Hit me,

Scream,

Or punch.

I love the way my heart thuds,
When I relinquish the sweet air
In exchange for:

Your breath,

Your toxic fumes,

And I choke.

I love it,
I love it,
I love you.

Sincerely, the Heartbroken

Down The Rabbit HoleHere and now I would flock to you in a heartbeat.
One day though, you’re worried I may fly away instead of to your rescue.
So clip my wings and drop me down the rabbit hole.

Put my loyalty to the ultimate test.
Just don’t let the dreadful hole land in Alice’s Wonderland.
Instead, drop me in the dungeon with in your mind.

Leave the dungeon’s exist doors slammed shut
But make the keys worst hiders than I am a seeker
While allowing me the choice of you or my freedom.

Display all your secrets as a piece of loot.
While lacing the good in riddles for me to solve,
And drenching the dark in booby traps for me to disarm.

Le

Lesbian first kiss~laying together, on the bed.
Not touching, I go closer in
Snuggling into you a bit
I play with your cheek,
you play with my hair

I go closer and snuggle..
This time my head
is gently on your shoulder
You snuggle back into my neck
Looking at your face, then your eyes
Your eyes are looking at my lips
I gently grab your chin and lift

I can see your face in perfect view,
you get scared and look down..
I reassure you with a hug.
Look back into your eyes
grab your chin and kiss..

I can feel our lips tremble,
frightened; wanting more
Slowly but gently kissing
explosions of emotions
Beams of sweat on palms
We part away for a second

We kiss again with more confidence
touching each others bodies
stroking slowly, at each others curve

rippleshow many ripples you can cause
in the ocean of someone's heart,
each person has a tidal system they must abide and sometimes,
(even though you know better than to fight the waves)
you can't help but fool yourself into thinking
you can dive a little deeper.
(even though you're running out of air already)

and i am already becoming an expert in
clasping my hands together just right
so that it feels like someone else's fingers
interlaced with mine,

i know how to drape one leg over the other
to make it seem as though it's your ankle touching my foot
i press my back to the pillow beside me,
pretend its more than
just my body warmth heati

That Thing Called LoveA moment
A kiss
This feeling
A wish

A gesture
A touch
These feelings
Too much

Descriptions
Depictions
No words
Can be written

This love
A thought
This knowing
Is enough

Condemned AloneI always fail in love;
No matter the man I'm with,
He will leave eventually.

My heart rarely smiles
Ripped apart like a curtain
Of memories that
Fades with morning light.

And if I put my trust in you,
Will I regret it, only time will know.

Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lonely eternity?

I'm not sure what to believe;
All these years exposed to lies,
I am filled with bitterness.

I am their puppet;
Strings attached,
They reduce me to worthlessness
Incapable to thrive.

Too scared to leap beyond the moon
Where lovers reside in harmony.

Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lonely eternity?

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softly softly
of being
less animate-
cornerstones
of reality-
as we padded down
dark empty-glass streets,
heels in hand.
We were born
of dust-land
and needed to feel
the cool of fission
under out feet.
We passed
all the old
pain-haunted houses-
they grew to
skyscrapers.
We heard their
creaking, rustling
the leaves
behind us-
we screamed
into each other's minds
and dashed off
further into the maze,
ghost-bumps
lining our arms
like silk.
Salvation from
night terror seemed
far off as shame
that hour.
But we found
the streetlight saint
sitting quaintly
where the puzzle
meets the road-
succinct me

----I took your
oil-slick hands-
kept you from
the edge of the well.
Kissed your sunspots
that harassed
your psyche.
We are rare butterflies
on the same
earth shaped flower,
origami from the
same hands
in the shape of swans-
forever mated.
I will pick the scabs
from your bitterness
until you never wish
to stop spinning.
I missed you
when your trip
to the swollen
womb of fate
took your abstract voice
from me.
We will hide
in crow's nests-
turning tar
and feather-
until home
becomes tangible
as each other's
December bedroom faces.
No more Hollywood
sea foam whispers-
falsehoods.

Someone Has to DieIt's been years
since the gravel
ate your face
and my chest
still crackles
with bonfire.
The vertigo of
pills and fresh flowers
sewed its mystery
as you taught yourself
to fly.
Baby bluebird-
wings too small
to hold air,
bones not hollowed,
hallowed-
and I cried
down ten flights
to find
gnarled wood
on the pavement.
You burned yourself
from memory-
left a black stain
in the form of
a broken,
antiseptic man.
I gathered
the feathers,
life support,
tulips,
and buried them
among your
lightning frazzled bones-
the speed
of the earth's hours
turned up tenfold.

Morose CodeThe static rides
in and out
on string-
tide.
The moon-
halved tooth-
cannot live here.
I only think
in the deafening
white noise-
oxygen-bleeding poets
like trees-
I cannot hear
myself scream
into telephone poles,
shatter transformers.
And it is bliss
to be without
sound mind
for a moment.

Yawning RomeoI met you
sleeping under
a weeping tree-
long, tearful fingers
caressing your
deer antler ribs,
baby powder face.
I parsed
unintelligibly-
something about
names divining fates
or the way
coyotes taught the world
to me.
You lifted your
iron head-
smiled evergreens.
You said something
like hello
and I found
a wet cigarette
to call home
and held your hand
across the paper stars.

The Dying PoetsThe butterfly effect-
children sinking
into oceans
of dead,
floating off
the world.

I watched-
you burned
the burden
of infidelity's
genius,
slipped into
the halo
on the ceiling-
I chipped
the name
from the grave.

I held the hand
of poetry
and died
among painful
flowers.
We reincarnated
ourselves
through verse-
left our madness
to the world.
They devoured it
sadistically.

I stood
on Edge-
veiled myself
inside Greek
Tragedy,
painted the mirrors
black.

I took the rasp
of death-
the whelm of
hospital beds-
the shrieking,
shrieking.
But we made
no noise-
left the
silence of memoirs
to do our
screa

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by ~schriftsteller, Jan 26, 2013, 10:54:50 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

It was that morning
when housekeeping
found us—

your shirt attached
like a leech
to the lampshade,

the beds spaced out
like trenches

with my skirt
lying defeated
between them

& your fingers
deep in my mind.

The shock of seeing
the white flag

of my face

as you burrowed
into my brainstem

& left behind fingerprints
like sleeper cells—

she dropped the vacuum
with a canon blast

& her eyes became
twin flash bulbs.

There was nothing

except the fallout
from my intellectual
radiation poisoning

& her injured whimpers

until your chuckle
filled the room—

the mumbles that
lit my spine
in the dark

made grotesque
in the blind light.

Your body was
in my mind

& I was buzzing—

letting your voice
crawl my channels

& absorb every trace.

Conquestby ~schriftsteller

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

_{oh K.D.

this is actually a
follow up poem
to "Body of Mind" ([link])
which people thought was sexual
when it was more about
the intellectual stimulation
made real.

so what do i do?
make it even more sexual
because it amused me
that people thought that.

prompt:
"housekeeping"}

~NascitvrDecurro Jan 27, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

This is truly lovely <3

~schriftsteller Jan 28, 2013 Writer

Thank you. It sort of amazes me how quickly I can put myself back in that time to write something like this.

~NascitvrDecurro Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I would say it amazes me too, but I'd be lying - I just know you're amazing already!

`thetaoofchaos Jan 26, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

actually, i was debating between the poem describing a sexual versus an emotional/intellectual impact before i read your comments. in either case, it's very appealing. the words and notions slither into the brain with ease, and the quick strophes really support the breathlessness of the piece. love it.

~schriftsteller Jan 27, 2013 Writer

Aha, awesome. I really was just playing around with it being sexual this time but still keeping the first intent-- I'm glad that was easy to pick up on.

Thank you very much. You have no idea how much I appreciate the comments and the faves.

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