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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

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
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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?

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

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

bookworm“there is no such thing
as reading too much.”
that is what I tell you
when you insist

that there is some danger of
becoming lost in the stuff—
mistaking seriphs for serpents,

swallowing a story so whole
that its hook
sticks in my throat.

“there is no such thing
as reading too much”
I tell you, bold-faced,
surrounded by snakes
with a line through my lip.

Prelude       Nocturne;
I conjure the moon
as dusk crests,
       a wave across the sky

       I am lovely and lonely in
       the night, shadow-
       shackled to the mountainside

and the moths
unfurl their hamsa-wings as
mama calls me in.

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.

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

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

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

How To WriteHow to write:

Write a word.
Now write a sentence.
Write a paragraph.
A chapter.
A story.
The end. ♥

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Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis SapitI am the man with no name,
With no one but myself to blame.
Through the tides of time,
I've walked this predicted path;
Yet this life of lies is no crime.

I am the man with no home,
A nobody forever doomed to roam.
Through the ether of eternity,
I've watched my shadowed sight;
But my head of hate sees no pity.

I am the man with no dreams,
Just a man who has nightmare screams.
Through the mirror of memory,
I've awakened to skies of sorrow;
Yet this admirer of anger has no story.

I am the man with no heart,
Since I lacked one at the start.
Through the labyrinth of love,
I've aspired to rewards of risk;
But my paramour of pass

Deja VuWhat if this was a repeat?
Would you fall off your seat,
Then rub your tired eyes?
Open them wide,
And collapse with a colossal cry.

What if this was yesterday?
Would you turn back the other way,
And think this but a dream?
Inhale very deep,
Then sigh before a searing scream.

What if it transpired again?
Would you be less insane,
When you awake in hell?
This is real,
So yelp with a yellow yell.

Ghost EyesStop looking at me,
Why can't you just leave me be?
I'm haunting these silent streets,
In the cool air of twilight,
And I'm hiding in plain sight.

Stop looking at me,
Why can't I just be free?
I'm plaguing this calm city,
With the wind of dark despair,
And I'm ignoring your plastic stare.

AcheThere's an ache in my heart,
And it's tearing me apart.
Oh, where do I even start?
I caught you in a blink,
Then we discussed and we did drink.

There's a lump in my throat,
And it's making me choke.
Oh, was this all a joke?
I suffered in your grace,
Then we perambulated over to your place.

There's a twitch in my eye,
And it's causing me to cry.
Oh, just tell me why?
I loved you for a night,
Then you slipped away from my sight.

Breaking PointThere comes a moment;
When all the cards are cast,
And this great game of life,
Is dying from a picturesque past,
Too shaded in strokes of strife

There must be a limit;
Since my ruin is rapture,
To this cold charade of bliss.
Am I looking to a forlorn future,
Too marred in mirrors of mist.

There is a breaking point:
Before I concede my consent,
From this raw roulette of insanity.
I'll be drowning in this placid present,
Too tortured in trials of tragedy.

Angel of the SkiesIt's almost like I could;
Touch you again,
But I'm in pain.
I cannot believe my euphoric eyes,
Are you an angel of the skies?

It's almost like I should;
Forget you less,
But I can't I guess.
Did you reject my chthonic cries,
My angel of the skies?

It's almost like I would;
Love you more,
But I feel empty to the core.
I remember all the lustful lies,
I hate you angel of the skies.

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Hiding Behind A Smile

by ~NemoX7, Apr 30, 2012, 6:38:13 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Won't you stay awhile,
And explain the reasons behind your smile?
I'm no professor but I can see the pain,
Lingering in your scarlet veins,
Yet why isn't the horror driving you insane?

Won't you wipe away the tears,
From cold eyes who've seen so many fears?
I'm no scholar but I can feel the hurt,
Drowning in your cyan gaze,
Yet why do you let the void keep you alert?

Hiding Behind A Smileby ~NemoX7

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

A short two stanza poem. Couldn't think of anything substantial to say in a third stanza. If I think of anything else I'll add it.

Critique by ~CelestialMemories Apr 30, 2012, 9:31:11 AM

I like the fact that you made it a two stanza poem, I feel like it reaches the effect nicely without unneeded verses to just make the poem longer. If you indeed expand it, I'm sure you will do fine, but I like this poem just the way it is.

Now, onto the actual poem within itself, I think it is beautiful--and tragic in a sense. The style flows so nicely mostly because the use of rhyme that you have done with this. The way you were able to rhyme lines 4 and 8 impacted me the most because at first I was shocked that you didn't rhyme gaze with anything in that stanza, but when I re-read the poem I noticed what you had done and I was pleasantly surprised!

Overall, this poem was well done and the style excellent. Very emotional, at least on my end as the reader.

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~erco71 Apr 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Ahhh..I like this very much..

So many times we hide what we are really feeling inside..yet if you really care to look into someones eyes you can see what is behind the disguise."fav'd"

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