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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?

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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CraveCrave

Eyes bruised from a sleepless night
You spent it soaring.

But now you need more.
Give me more.
I don't need more.
Give it to me.
No.
We can go flying.
But I don't want to soar anymore.
More.

So wring your hands and grind your teeth
Your fingers tremble and nails scrape
And your true colors are revealed beneath
As you tear at the walls and howl
Drowning in the want, the need, the addiction
More.

Every moment is a pin
A needle puncturing your skin
Push the plunger
Let it in.
More.
Sure.

Instead of a takeoff
You get a nosedive
But you don't need to worry about landing
The noose keeps you from touching the floor.

BranchesAs I look up

A dewdrop lingers, clinging to a leaf
Begging for remembrance
When they meet again on the ground
During the fall.

What happened to the sweet memories?
Of little games and secret plans
Of carved messages and held hands
Caught in the limbs of the tree?
Were they blown away with the breeze?

You're in the ground
Eyes closed to the sky above
I still stand, gazing up
But the starting rain makes me
turn my eyes away

Watercolor.Anger is red
Sadness is blue
Happiness yellow
Which one are you?

The aqua of the balmy bay?
The orange of a dying day?

The brown-brick hearth that keeps us warm?
Or the grey of the coming storm?

Maybe you're the gleaming green of envy
Or the blackness in which no one can see.

Is the pink of skin the scandalous suit you choose?
The purple of your body, broken and bruised?

And the paints will run
And the colors will bleed
We're blind to our colors
Yet we all can see

DoubtDecide
The overwhelming crash of your thunderous heartbeat
The drums for the immaculate symphony in your head

[Regret]
The ground so far below
The sky so high above
The start so far behind
The end nowhere in sight
[Failure]

The ties of blood and love fluttering behind
Flailing like streamers in the night breeze
Red turning black against the blue moonlight

NostalgiaA faint, sad smile
Coupled by the feeling
Of remembrance
Of tears stirring

The bittersweet memories
Of your child laughter
The present complexities
Seemed far off and simpler

The summer sun would roll
Timelessly in the sky
The moon took flight by night
Along with your dreaming soul

Life's now a wilting flower
Wonderment has abandoned
And under reality's burden
Your stressed back bends lower

Into submission.

Six feet seasonsWinter spreads like a plague
Icy tendrils creep along the glass panes
Slip through the seams
And loneliness claims the core
As the heartbeat slows
Slowly solidifying
Blood congealing
Stop
< >
< >
< beat >
< beat beat >

Revive
Silken touch on chilled skin
Benevolent glow through condensed dew on my back
Gasp-breathe the scent of human fragrance
Hands on each other's hearts
Hers giving
Mine taking
Warmth

Fall falls with the amber leaves
Roots untwine
grow apart
rift
sever
drift

Sinking

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30:3 Happiness

by ~PoeticEnd, Jan 12, 2013, 7:22:50 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

When I’m elated the adrenaline flows
Just in case I have to deal with something
That disagrees with my satisfaction

I might have to run so far away
That pursuit of joy leads me across the seas
I might have to fight the storm,
Trading blows with the lightning

Only through the bitter taste of hardship
Hot coals of anger,
And blood in your mouth,
Can a knife be tempered.
A point sharp enough to slice through your shadow
And taste the sweetness of its heart

30:3 Happinessby ~PoeticEnd

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I believe happiness comes from our bad sides.

~~love 0 0~~

joy 1 1

~~wow 0 0~~

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~shironekochandesu Jan 12, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

i love your sense of description <3

~PoeticEnd Jan 12, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

for real?
Thank you!
I feel I'm either too expository and direct, so I try and make it more abstract and then look back and wonder what the poem is about. I'm glad I hit the right balance for at least one person.

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