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The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.

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?

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.

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

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.

A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.

Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.

Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!

I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even

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.

DangerousMermaids; they seduce you then hold you under
Vampires; will kiss your lifeblood away
Mages, will turn your own mind against you
While trolls will hunt you down if you stay
Run through the woods, don’t stop for nothing
Monsters wait with jaws opened wide
Ignore that pretty elf, who’s probably plotting something dark
For she will torture you once she’s lured you inside
Orcs; will have a craving for your flesh
While dwarves are just prejudiced against your height
Dragons are very skilled when it comes to fire
While faeries will torment you throughout the night
So run little weakling, don’t stop now
The faery realm has go

Seaside HolidayI am content
to stay
a caterpillar

Who says
you have
to change?

What's so great
about being
a butterfly?

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WIP 2 I can still recall the way your fingers traced my silhouette; finding every dip and curve with appreciation. The moonlight pooled in your blue eyes; pulling me in with the tide. I allowed my body to become weightless on the surface of your beauty, simply floating along with the sway of the waves and the rhythm of your heart.
The electricity sent waves down the corners of the soul; rocketing me into a blissful oblivion. Leaving my innocence upon the earth, I danced within your embrace among the stars. We were untouchable from all the evils of humanity. We were eternal.

I can still recall the manipulation of your cares

WIP I can still recall the way your fingers traced my silhouette; finding every dip and curve with appreciation. The moonlight pooled in your blue eyes; pulling me in with the tide. I allowed my body to become weightless on the surface of your beauty, simply floating along with the sway of the waves and the rhythm of your heart.
The electricity sent waves down the corners of the soul; rocketing me into a blissful oblivion. Leaving my innocence upon the earth, I danced within your embrace among the stars. We were untouchable from all the evils of humanity. We were eternal.

I can still recall the manipulation of your cares

Expiration DateThe day has flown by quickly,
and there's no doubt that I am tired.
With all these thoughts that are plaguing me,
my mind won't allow me to expire.

Another Lost BattleI wish that you would kiss my lips,
but you are kissing hers.
I long for you to hold me close,
but she was in your arms first.

I cannot stop the things I feel,
but apparently you can.
I thought that I still had a chance,
but you chose to hold her hand.

Untitled 2This pain lay heavy
and fresh in my lifeless heart.
I try to count the beats
to pass the time alone,
but the heart has ceased it's rhythm.
It no longer makes music.
          (I guess my music was for you)

If my heart has stopped,
then why do I continue to feel?
I feel sinewy strands of pain,
reaching from an aching heart;
strangling me.
I feel tears pour from bloodshot eyes.
          (and I still feel for you)

If I could kill without guilt,
nor consequence
you would be at the top of my
hit list.

The Consequences of BelievingYou were so fragile
in my eyes.
You were a glass
shooting through the air.
You had to shatter
eventually.

That was wishful thinking ...

I lay here drowning
in a pool of
self-created pain.

I gaze at my reflection,
and realize what I could not find.
I was the breakable one,
this entire time.

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Trapped

by ~Alleyana, Jul 24, 2008, 8:15:21 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

By appearance,
the ocean was so immaculate,
enticing me to dive.
Coaxing me to undress
my skin,
my armor,
my heart.

I was naked,
so vulnerable,
when I dove in.
At first,
the liquid caressed my skin,
washing into each pore,
cleansing me.

But it was a trap.

Alone now,
left beneath the
breathtaking facade
gasping for life,
I'm drowning
in your lies.

Screams
         do
           no
             good
               when
                 you're
                   drowning

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Some things are too good to be true.

~Missblackivory Jul 28, 2008

vulnerability seems like a curse at all times. It's why a lot of us hide ourselves behind various armours that are meant to protect us, yet can end up hurting us as well.
I really like the ending in particular. It's very strong and really draws your attention to the message of the poem. I also like how you didn't say outright what that message was. Instead you made it cryptic, and used imagery. the only thing that bothered me was when you used the word immaculate in the first phrase. I felt you were trying to go for soft and beautiful before you plunged into the horror of being trapped and such, but for some reason immaculate doesn't seem to have the right connatation for it. the word reminds me of a hospital ward, or a neat freak's room. Just a personal opinion lol. Otherwise, I absolutely loved it. XD

~Alleyana Jul 28, 2008 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks for your comments!

I used immaculate because the ocean itself just was THAT beautiful by appearance, but very sinister just beneath the surface. I kinda used it to add contrast.

I SO APPRECIATE YOUR COMMENTS! They are very in depth and let me know that you've REALLY read the poems!

And also, thanks again!

~Missblackivory Jul 30, 2008

lol you're welcome ;]

~AutumSun Jul 24, 2008 Hobbyist General Artist

Unfortunalty, every word of this poem is true. Life is full of traps.
But you have to wonder, would you have regreted it if you hadn't taken the chance?
Because either way, there is pain.
If you take the chance and it ends badly, then you feel the pain of disapointment and heartbreak.
But if you don't, you live forever with the pain of never knowing.

~Alleyana Jul 24, 2008 Hobbyist General Artist

I'm debating which pain I want to live with at the moment. When school rolls in, I have a VERY limited chance and small window of opportunity to make my move... -sigh-

~AutumSun Jul 25, 2008 Hobbyist General Artist

yeah...

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