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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
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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?

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

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

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.

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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Ripping itself apart
Visions of bitter granduer
And everyone's a part of it
Everybody wants more
Than just a little bit

I am so
Detrimental to
Everything we've ever wanted
This is so
Experimental
When we find the results we'll want to try again

This world is
Locked in a facade
This whole game is a play
How close can we be to curtain time
Every piece of life we have
We keep locked inside cast iron

I am so
Detrimental
You don't want me to think this way
This is so
Detrimental
To everything we've learned about what we should do

FacingRipped and torn
Right at the heart of me
Swollen membranes
Are becoming a part of me
---------------------------------

Displaced realities, mirroring a former truth
This new life is jaded, broken and abused
My being is defined by this alternate existence
This distortion deserved by a form of least resistance

I am so off kilter
It burns just to see
Don't open your mouth
Avert your eyes from me
Or stare like a child
Lost in disbelief
I'll phantom myself
A victim to my grief

He's there the phantom of the
Beware the phantom of the

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I don't know

How this story goes
Don't say
I'll find it out

For myself

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Keep on Turning
But the stage just
Won't fade to black
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I'm dying
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dear illusion

by ~unshattered, Jul 21, 2004, 12:53:17 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Will you please disgust me
Discuss me behind your backs
Point out with your eyes
Use your hands to hide the facts
That are eight tenths fiction
Can't you see
I am nothing but a death marker now
A slab of cement that shows
Where I truly am
But that too, is a lie
I walk the streets
At night
Wondering what I'm searching for
There you go
Whispering again
I can't see you lips
But I hear the words
"Freak," you say
Among other words
"He looks like that boy who died
Just over a year ago"
I glance your way
And you giggle as I look away
I've almost got it figured out
Why the sunlight burns so much
Why I can't go a day without that taste
I craved so much while I was alive
But I need now that I am...
Now that I am what?
Dead?
Undead?
Perhaps.
Do I care?
No.
Night after night
I stroll by you
As each night
You begin to recognize me just a little bit more
Always the gasp and the increased heart beat as I get closer
Always that same word falling out of your mouth
I can't wait until I decide to stalk you
They were right, all the story tellers
When they said that things like me could taste fear
It's such a sweet and satisfying taste
I can smell it every night as I walk by you
It makes me want you more
I crave your taste
I walk by again
Is tonight the night?
I could break their necks
And chase you down the alley as you scream
I get closer
Ah, the smell is so strong
I walk by
Not tonight, darling
Not tonight

dear illusionby ~unshattered

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I have fifteen minutes in which to write a poem while I get ready for work...can I do it?

~StrangeChilde Jul 22, 2004

That was so ... so ... how the hell can I wrap "amazing", "creepy" and that weird tingly feeling in the back of my brain into one description? Meh, I'm not even gonna try. Fabulous, darling.

~snazy-a-tastic Jul 22, 2004 Photographer

I can't compete with the other comments but it was amaztasticing!

~deadambition Jul 21, 2004

woah thats great your writting is amazing ood job!

~nolight Jul 21, 2004

oh..wow. this is really..really good. sometimes i swear your poetry seems like its based of reality then you cover it up with something but you have real feelings in it. its werid..but very good. ah dont know if that made much sence, but you know what i mean.

~unshattered Jul 21, 2004 Writer

It's my wonderful imaginiation.

~xwhisperx Jul 21, 2004

Will you please disgust me
Discuss me behind your backs
Point out with your eyes
Use your hands to hide the facts
That are eight tenths fiction
((this first section is a wonderful play on words and rythmn that seems to flow easily from one line to the next))
Can't you see
I am nothing but a death marker now
A slab of cement that shows
Where I truly am
But that too, is a lie
I walk the streets
At night
Wondering what I'm searching for
((the story starts.. i'm supposing a dead soul wandering the earth.. seems obvious)the parallel being the person in life that isn't really living, just going through the motions off some where in another world)
There you go
Whispering again
I can't see you lips
But I hear the words
"Freak," you say
Among other words
"He looks like that boy who died
Just over a year ago"
I glance your way
And you giggle as I look away
I've almost got it figured out
Why the sunlight burns so much
Why I can't go a day without that taste
I craved so much while I was alive
But I need now that I am...
Now that I am what?
Dead?
Undead?
Perhaps.
Do I care?
No.
Night after night
I stroll by you
As each night
You begin to recognize me just a little but more
Always the gasp and the increased heart beat as I get closer
Always that same word falling out of your mouth
I can't wait until I decide to stalk you
They were right, all the story tellers
When they said that things like me could taste fear
It's such a sweet and satisfying taste
I can smell it every night as I walk by you
It makes me want you more
I crave your taste
I walk by again
Is tonight the night?
I could break their necks
And chase you down the alley as you scream
I get closer
Ah, the smell is so strong
I walk by
Not tonight, darling
Not tonight
((yay fun suspense feel from a .. stronger being.. but not really, stronger in capability not really mentally only empowered by anger))) anywho i'm rambling.

~unshattered Jul 21, 2004 Writer

Thanks for the comment. I missed your cool comments.

~xwhisperx Jul 23, 2004

cool? heh. sure. if you insist. i just get soo backed up with things to comment on that i just say screw it and wait a while till it calms down again and go back where i started.. sorry i'll just get too pissed off to where i don't enjoy commenting anymore.. ya know?

~Karlthehippy Jul 21, 2004

Dude!
That was awesome!
Creepy... but awesome.

~unshattered Jul 21, 2004 Writer

Heh. Just think next time you call someone freak

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