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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

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

we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.

I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way

(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not

the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding

we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
I&rsquo

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.

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.

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

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

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

Here and There, Now and ThenBurnt umber dawn, swaying electric trees
Thousands of souls chant in the summer wind
Journals of the dead are read by schoolchildren
They awake shaking someone else's dreams from their heads

Static electricity on the nape of your neck
In the television, on your phone, in your dinner
The calling of a murder of crows from the trees
You remember the view from the hospital room window

A smorgasbord of life and limb, death and decay
The antiseptic smell has an undercoating of rot and dirt
Talismans won't work any more than prayers and candles
Soldiers still fight lost wars, glory in the faded night

Tall fences are built to keep the worlds separ

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.

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downing a six-pack
(tangy vodka-infused emotion)
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you said that you liked it
when the world began to spin
(implanted happy spirals)
but it was just a vain excuse
an attempt to postpone pain

you used those vacant bottles
(an empty prayer)
to get you through the lonely weekends
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(to an unseeing god)
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you said it didn't matter
or was it that you didn't care
(silent escape artist)
you claimed it made no difference
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waiting ---

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waiting...

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she peers, silent, through the dawn
lonely (expectant).

and the waves crash over her;
drowning solitude

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trace

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trace

her hand traces skin
raising shivers in my mind
(just a soft whisper.)
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binding time, formless.

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oceans unseen

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oceans unseen

uncharted waters
laid endlessness before me
in blue perfection

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inch by inch

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inch by inch

g

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a

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l

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a g o n i z i n g l y
inch by inch
i pull at the ties that bind
and hold you together
that hold you in
hiding you
unadulterated
from the world
and the look on your face speaks volumes

releasemefasterfromthis
you say
let me be
with you

in perfection
no shades between us
with nothing to hide

s

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l

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a g o n i z i n g l y
inch by inch
i pull

until with a rushoffabric
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standing naked here before me
and my eyes speak s

lipstick poetry

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lipstick poetry

just lay back
and let me caress your naked flesh
(inviting)
with these words
cascading 'cross your thighs
in magenta
these deep maroon slashes
each phrase
each line
pulling you closer
deeper
as i inscribe
with liquid ink
these words
this poem
raising goosebumps
on your skin
with every touch
and in restless anticipation
you rise
(expectant)
to meet my fingers
as they traverse the unknown
charts of your body

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remembering when

by `spunj13, Mar 29, 2002, 5:18:17 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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remembering when

i move the half full bottles of water
       setting them on the desktop
to take down the worn photo album
turning pages slowly
watching myself
       getting older
       growing colder

turning on through my broken relationships
       page after page
one smiling face becomes another
as time paces on
watching myself
       becoming me
       transforming reality

and there you are
       (we are)
the way that we once were
so happy
so full of life
       (ignore the hollowness inside)

and i close these pages of my life
       replace the broken binding
back behind the half full bottles of water
for the memories hurt too much
and i don't want to feel
       this pain again
       remembering when

march 28, 2002
11:56 pm

remembering whenby `spunj13

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

this is completely non-fiction...umm...other than that...i have nothing to say really...experimenting with nonce...(self-made patterns)

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`kgcreative Apr 12, 2002 Professional General Artist

Emotions run deep and strong in this one. I love how you use your words. The imagery you paint is always breathtaking.
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~82deg Apr 8, 2002

Sweeeeet!

Totally love the last verse...and i love the way you painted the beautiful imagery with your words
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°jsenn Apr 5, 2002

Oh, your words are wonderful. They are extreme here, poignant, full of agonizing emotion and the weaving of self in and out of memory was almost too painful. I am not one to look back, except at one who has passed on. I find it more than I can bear. I see you say this same thing in the end. I keep my albums on high shelves and rarely look. I think they are there to remind me. They remind me that wisdom has been and continues to be attained. The dust which forms is from the past. Unlike my Larry, who loves to relive the past, I have always loved now, this person, this moment, this time, these people. (very emotional poem)
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~breid Apr 1, 2002 Professional Artist

Ah!

The bottles of water have captured my imagination. Are they symbolic/representative of things unfinished or is it a slight pun on the "glass half empty/full" cliche? A symbol of reflection or refraction?

Am I just thinking too much :) (Smile)

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~summerdies Mar 30, 2002 Writer

Great metaphors creating such a vividly sad picture. The images and emotions are so strong in this poem. It was the last thing i needed to read right now feeling the way i do, but it is truly a great piece torn from a greater sadness.
(fav.)
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~pwca Mar 30, 2002

wonderfully constructed...
the flow.. the catching of moments... the subject it pulls at the reader...

i think anyone can relate to some degree... where old photos...somehow always capture the good times.. reflection is powerful!

I really love this!!

it's a fav!
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`fangedfem Mar 30, 2002

and there you are
(we are)
the way that we once were
so happy
so full of life
(ignore the hollowness inside)

---sigh---ow......yes I can relate- your words are beautiful. I really enjoyed the flow of this~
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~dimi15 Mar 29, 2002 Photographer

What more is there to say. Again an excellent piece. I agree with what the other deviants have said. I really can relate to the subject.
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~novacaine Mar 29, 2002

I can not even think of the words to say that would equal the simplistic beauty you have created with an act as mundane as leafing through a photo album, no matter what I say, it can not compare to what you have created here. Amazing. (this is one reason I dont' have a photo album..enough memories caught forever in my mind)
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~h-hour Mar 29, 2002

excellent piece here. i love the imagery you've used because its all right there in my room. I once had enough glasses in my room to fill a whole load in the dishwasher! My roomates were not pleased. :) (Smile)

But anyway, i completely relate to the sentiment here. Beautifully worded as well.

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