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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

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.

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

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.

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

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

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.

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

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There’s a beast under my bed,
They haunt me and they scare me,
Follow me to my head.
They sneak into my heart,
And dig in their claws,
Growling and snarling
Pushing back everyone without cause.
I take a deep breath,
But their hair has clogged my lungs,
I try to close my eyes,
but I’m crying their sour blood.
My mouth is clogged with their paws,
My tongue a shriveled blob,
Can’t you see what they did to me?
These beasts that came too close.
They took the deepest part of me,
And made me what I loathe.

Is a Rose Too SoftIs a rose
Too soft,
Like your lips on mine,
Brushing sweet moonlight
Dew drops on our teeth.
Tender love between us,
Like something fragile
We wish not to break,
We can keep it,
But not on a shelf,
Like fine china in misuse,
But forever on the table,
Memories built into it.
Now love,
Tell me how bitter,
Our troubles plague us,
That we batter back.
So, is a rose
Too soft?

IllusionsNow you see me
Now you don’t,
Illusions are lies
You could see, but you won’t.
Refuse to believe
What’s in front of your eyes,
It’s easier to ignore,
To stand tall, but hide.
You raise yourself up,
But are you really better?
Do you except the truth,
The world in its truest matter.
You write it off,
A silly parlor trick,
But is it just the fact
You’re afraid you’ll fail at it?

ManiacsManiac smiles
Unfocused eyes,
Breathing malice,
Coughing up lies.
Even our leaders
Dabble in sin
Churchmen and criminals,
What separates you from him?
Get over yourself,
We are all insane,
Sinners who spend life
Finding someone to blame.

Fighting to LiveA cut in my heart,
Why is that so different from my wrist?
One you see,
And one I feel,
I bleed from both,
But one helps me heal.
I drag a blade
Across my thigh,
I bite my lip,
I will not cry,
I’ll bleed and bleed,
I’ll feel this pain,
It feels so right,
I know it is ok.
I smile and sigh,
Heart rate slows down,
Blade slips from my fist,
Its task is done.
I watch scarlet red
As it wells and it runs
Staining my clothes;
You can’t wash out blood.
I know it is ugly,
I know I must stop,
But I won’t let myself fall,
I can’t just watch myself drown.
You think I am weak?
I know that you’re right,
Too weak to fa

NightmaresWhat don’t you get
About I have no dreams
Those were crushed,
Even the ones in my sleep.
Like a twisted dream catcher,
Grabbing those sweet illusions,
But letting trough the horrors,
These terrors in the night
I hope to God they don’t come true,
Wish upon a star,
Wish with all my might.
I’ve no strength to beat them back,
That is all taken in the nightmares of my day,
I lay awake all night now,
Until the first lights of a new day.
When I sleep the monsters chase me,
When I wake they come close and embrace me.
So I sleep in the day, and avoid the ones at night,
I refuse to let them keep me,
So I run and I hide.
Hiding is no h

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by ~ariacokanola, Jan 19, 2013, 3:27:36 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Kill me now,
Shoot me dead,
Aim the gun straight for my head.
I don't care,
I lost that instinct,
Death would be a welcome distraction.
You think I'd cry,
You think I'd run,
Believe me I would let it come.
I want it really,
Welcome the feeling,
You really think that I am kidding?
I would love to die,
I'll make it happen,
Kill myself and kill my life.

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~ShatarAethelwynn Jan 19, 2013

...sounds like my thought process every other week... -_-

When I read this the rhythm felt more upbeat than I would have assumed from the title and first line. I like the contrast. It makes me think that if the words are thoughts, than the rhythm suits the fast paced world that we tend to live in.

~ariacokanola Jan 19, 2013

Thanks for your thoughts, and I like your ideas on it

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