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The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.

Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet

(you tell me to be
quiet,

dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)

tonight
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name

my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words

you tell me to be
quiet
so I can hear the world breathe)

I want to go home

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

Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.

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

with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
and sleep-heavy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
optic nerves,
and here you are:
facing a choice between
on
and
out.
and this?
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
weightless ache--
this is what
gone
feels like.

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?

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.

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

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

Riddle My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

What am I?

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

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.

Seaside HolidayI am content
to stay
a caterpillar

Who says
you have
to change?

What's so great
about being
a butterfly?

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General Horror Story TitleHe was cold, bleeding and obviously infected. He hadn't been able to sleep in three days and quite honestly he was more than a little pissed off about this whole "End Of The World" crap. The rain pelted at his face as he tried to make the little town in the distance come into focus. It wasn't too easy, his limp was getting worse. His sword felt almost too heavy to take it the rest of the way. 'Just leave it under a bush and go the rest of the way. Come back tomorrow.' It was so tempting. He sloshed another 20 paces and fell to his knees.
His left leg had a massive gash in it and was still bleeding even though the wound happened over 24 hour

I've decided
I'm exhausted
Of this deception
That I pull upon myself
Everytime
When is it time to stop acting
To let them see who I am
Perhaps when I know
What I truly am
And why I do this
Repeatedly
To them
To me
I feel the world
And everything beyond
Then something inside clicks
And it's gone
I can't feel
No matter how hard I try
. . .
Another one broken
Another friend crying
Another cut of the blade on my arm
I want it all to stop
I tried with her
But I broke her too
Made her cry when she was sure she couldn't
And I move on to my next victim
Sure, I'm sorry
But so what
I don't have her hating me
Yet
. . .

A simple gloryI told myself
Not to be myself
But if I'm not me
Than I'm someone else
And I always wanted you to love me

Yeah, it's not my fault
That it fell apart
And I never thought
It could be this hard
Getting over you

You told me
You'd love me
Until the end of time
I guess I'll never get to call you mine
If you cared
You'd be here
Instead of the back of the line
It's so hard for me to say goodbye

Now your over there
And I'm right here
You're emitting some
Form of atmosphere
Like an ice beam aimed directly at me

You tell them all
That we're still friends
But you told me
You wished my life would end
That doesn't seem to frien

Hello old friend
How long has it been
Since I picked you up
And used you
You always seemed to fix everything
And I ran to you every chance
You helped me
When nothing else would
You waited for it
And always understood
So, you see that's why
I've come back to you now

These scars that you left me
Do me no harm
And simply remind me
That you always did what I asked
No one knew about you
Until it was too late to care
And I'd already solved the problems
On my own
But not alone I suppose
You were there
Hurting me the way I needed it
Teaching me that death isn't so far away

But, I grew up
For cocky
And forgot what you taug

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And I wonder
Why am I here at all
When I really don't wanna be

I wish that I could
Get pulled under
Cuz then I'd never get to fall
I'm not what you want me to be

When you listen
Can you hear the sounds
Do you feel me screaming
Will you let me out

And I want to fall away
But I don't think I know how
Please just let me slip away
But I swear I forgot how

The heat in my mind
Is swimming
And I drown in it tonight
Like I once could in you arms

The angels in you face
Are singing
But the pitches are not right
They sound like they could harm

When you listen
Can you hear the sounds
Do you feel me scr

DesperateDid I do something wrong
Did I forget to say the right words
Maybe if I sing the perfect song
We might go back to the way we were

Can I fix everything
With the repetition of this
I wonder how low I would sink
To pretend that nothing needs fixed

So give me your and let me go
Open your eyes and let me know
What the future is and what the past brings
Close your mouth and tell me everything
Face the awake and let it sleep through
Eternitities of this are the lied about truths
If you want to be the same nobody knows how
And it seems to me that tomorrow is now

The easy way out
Is to break down
Yeah, The easy way out
Is to break d

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dear death

by ~unshattered, Jul 21, 2004, 10:27:59 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

dear death
i feel you there again
slithering
creeping up
yet, i turn
you're not there
this time
you're teasing me
dear death
i wish that you would stop
i can't stand this
triphammering in my chest
you're so close
i can smell you
like a rancid corpse
in a dank basement
that it's parents aren't even aware of
i can almost touch you
but i can't reach back
not far enough
take me home
dear death
i think i'll go back home
'go back home'
i hope i've left too long
'you've been gone too long'
dear death
please be waiting there
let me trip as i climb the stairs
let be slip as i slice my carrots
take me down
into the depths
or please
dear death
just take me
stop with the teasing
it's worse than holding you here
dear death
i think i want to fall
'you've stood too long'
i think i'm tired of it all
'just lay back down'

dear deathby ~unshattered

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

©2004-2013 ~unshattered

The third and prolly final title in my "dear you" series that none of you never even knew existed.

~brebear Jul 24, 2004

i likeies it... good job

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~unshattered Jul 24, 2004 Writer

thenekers

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~nolight Jul 22, 2004

"let be slip as i slice my carrots" lol. i love that.

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~unshattered Jul 22, 2004 Writer

yeah
I liked it toom twas fun

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~nolight Jul 22, 2004

yay.

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~deadambition Jul 22, 2004

o woah thts awesome good job!

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~snazy-a-tastic Jul 22, 2004 Photographer

Oooh, I love it!

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~Karlthehippy Jul 21, 2004

See!
That's the writing I missed!
Your last two definitely have the old flavor to them.

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~unshattered Jul 22, 2004 Writer

yay!
I didn't like this one nearly as much as the first 2

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