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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
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.
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.
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
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
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False PromisesYour promises are just a lie,
Now all I can do,
Is sit here in this corner,
And close my eyes and cry,
Thinking of a way to die.

Your words mean nothing to me now,
So what are you going to do?
Are you just going to watch me,
Crawl away to weep?
Get lost: this ain't no carnival show.
HopeWhat would you do when it's all over?
Would you stand up straight,
And shrug your shoulders?
It might be your final end,
But would it be worse if you had waited?

How could you have known this was it?
Would you have just stood back,
And watched it's demise?
Like those zealots up above,
Gazing down from the blackest skies?

Why should you have reconsidered?
Would you have just given up,
And let things slide away?
Was it to be your own idiocy or ignorance,
Destroying the dark from the light this very day?

What was it that made you stay?
Was it that niggle in your mind,
And that instinct in you to just cope?
Most would say that y
OverrateIt's entirely overrated,
The words I spoke,
And the words you hated,
Even though it woke,
Your passion and your pity.

It's entirely overrated,
As I stand by this lake,
Surely I must have waited,
Until I felt hell itself shake,
But my courage failed my curiosity.

It's entirely overrated,
This speech of love,
Is just too damn difficult to translate,
Even the choir of heaven above,
Sing of harmony and hostility.

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Song of Eros

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I could write a song,
A hundred words or more,
Writing it down until my hand was sore,
And sing it to you all day long,
But would you love me evermore?

I would write a poem,
A thousand lyrics or less,
Thinking up random rhymes at a guess,
And then would I be as solemn,
Don't think my love is just a jest.

I should write an anthem,
A million letters at a time,
Working under the celestial chime,
And how heavenly would be the rhythm,
You'd say my love ought to be a crime.

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Song of Erosby ~NemoX7

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Got to head off in couple of hours, so decided to write a random poem off the top of my head. And this is what transpired. Hmm, not bad... for an off the cusp, well most or nearly all of my poems are off the cusp.

Eros was the greek deity of love, the male offspring of Aphrodite, if memory serves me correct. Oh, Eros equivalent in the Roman sense is Cupid, but they just turned into him a cherubic child with a wicked sense of humour and a bow and arrow. Eros was more of a git in a sense. Greeks did it better Romans....eh.
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Mood: Love *A7XFan666 Feb 4, 2012
Lovely=)
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=MrsDahmer Jan 15, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Here again, amazingly done!
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~NemoX7 Jan 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks, you're very welcome. :)
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~Vegetabelle Dec 20, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I agree with your analysis of the Greek vs. Roman versions of this particular deity. I really enjoyed reading your artist comment! lol

Its so soulful. This is one of those poems that makes me feel like I'm in love with someone. Really good job. Seriously. I'm about to go propose to some random person. ok not really, but ya know.
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~NemoX7 Dec 20, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Wow, soulful, wouldn't have realised that. But yeah, it surely is a soulful piece. Haha, glad you liked my artist comment.
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~Vegetabelle Dec 21, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
^_^
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