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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.

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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not thinking of you

by `spunj13, Feb 4, 2003, 2:16:05 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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not thinking of you

i swear to myself
      (repeatedly)
that i am not
      will not
      cannot
think of you

and so i vow to you now
i am not thinking of you

(but deep inside i know i lie)

this morning broke red-orange
and your face appeared in front of me
      before i shut you out

at the breakfast table
i sat and ate with your memory
     until you paled with the morning sun

by noon you had faded to shadow
when i sat down to eat again
      conversing over words we once wrote

even fell with no fanfare
and i danced with your ghost
      as the record played on

now i lay me down to sleep
and all that remains of you
      is this unforgotten dream

and so i vow to you now
i am not thinking of you

(but deep inside i know i lie)

february 4, 2003
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not thinking of youby `spunj13

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

another piece for my poetry class (number 2, to be exact) that i wrote based on someone else's title... this is my personal favourite of the three that i wrote

~fallenspectrum Feb 10, 2003

This is inspiring. Maybe that's the wrong word, but that's how it is for me. I love it, the imagery and flow-the whole package. This is an awesome piece of work, and it perfectly describes me at this time... Thanks for putting a smile on my face. Keep writing, I love your work.

~82deg Feb 6, 2003

I love how you brought the reader through the transition of day as the main character in the poem thinks of his/her 'you' the whole day through...i'm torn by the sentiments in this one, excellent writing

even fell with no fanfare
and i danced with your ghost
as the record played on

This stanza painted a scene from B&W silent movie, in my head ;) (Wink)

~livingbyair Feb 5, 2003 Hobbyist Writer

the flow is nice, and the structure of the poem is constant. but i have to say the "(but deep inside i know i lie)" just seems to me a little dead, its a given that your thinking of her, thats why your writing about her- just when a given is stated in the poem it puts a little smudge on the poem for me, but other than that i liked the general jist of it. -good read

~maxrom Feb 5, 2003 Hobbyist Writer

Very notable work you've got here, buddy. I also love the flow. The piece conveys a melancholy mood. I just love this kind of writing. It gives some, if any, incite into the writers' mind. Worship

Oh, where can I enroll in this 'poetry' class? :? (Confused)

~phixion Feb 4, 2003 Writer

Brilliant. I think I've faved a few too many things today, but this really deserves it. Beautiful.

~vampyrbrat Feb 4, 2003 Writer

I know it's a lie,
I do (I do),
but . . .
I wanna live this lie.

In my state of mind, I think this piece of poetry acted as a safety net to my plummeting emotions, and thoughts, before I hit total anialation (i think i spelled that wrong) and go insane. I love it, i really do, excellent work. I must admit I do this on occasion too, I have to tell myself it's all a lie . . . that I'm not thinking of him: (but deep inside i know i lie)

`kindred Feb 4, 2003 Hobbyist Writer

Ahhh...yummy!

This is exactly what happens. How emotions come in vicious circles. I wake in the morning thinking about what I missed, and as the day drags on I become a little more numb. Then at night...at night is the worst. At night, the shadows know far to much about me, and no matter how hard I try and deny it, I cannot escape those feelings.

Very well done! I love it!

~skankinshorty Feb 4, 2003 Photographer

I love it! I don't know exactly why. I dunno if its flow or imagery or whatever. Its just haunting! I guess its kinda the way we all are once a relationship ends. Trying to convince ourselves we are so over them but we aren't.
"at the breakfast table
i sat and ate with your memory
until you paled with the morning sun"
I love that! Awesome job (as always).

~n0deal Feb 4, 2003 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I've been feeling like this a lot lately. Like I'm lying to myself, trying to ignore the way I'm really feeling. Unfortunately as this poem illustrates this is something far easier said than done... and all we have to look forward to is another night of lies.

~defyjane Feb 4, 2003 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I really really love this one! It almost made me tear up, the reality of it, just how close this cuts to home for me. You have this amazing way with words. A true poet. I really appreciate the fact that you can convey such images and emotions with such graceful words. Wonderful wonderful job! Favorite for sure! +favlove

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