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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

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

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

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.

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.

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

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

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

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

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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Oh dear, have you missed me?
I suspect not;
You never knew I left
Ah, but that's just like you
Always focusing on the pain
That I deal while I'm here
And forgetting it when I leave

Cornucopia

Please, insert a feeling here
That isn't what I always feel
This constant loathing
Is strangling me
It's fingers, like ice on my skin

But, that's ok
I am grey
Numbed to the point
Where the blade doesn't hurt
Now, it slides so gently
Through my scar gnarled skin
Don't make it too evident
Mother might see

My eyes
They've swollen
From a waterfall of tears
Recently shed
Her fault
I swear to God
That this time
This time it was her

StaticSTATIC

Static for about five seconds; cut to;
Low angel shot, directly verticle. Camera is slowly spinning. There is music (distubed it's kinda creepy) Cut to;
Static for 2 seconds. Cut to;
Camera moving quickly at eye level through trees. cut to;
High angle close up of a person screaming in a dark space, lit from underneath. Cut to;
Extreme close up of an eye showing only the eyeball (maybe even lids too!) Voice over begins (I would go into deeper detail about the voice over, but I figured if you show no interest in this then there's no point)Cut to;
Long shot of a person (prefereably in black) laying on the forest floor. Cut to;
St

Self Demotion

This life
Is dissapointing
My time
Was not well spent
And I
Well, I am nothing
But a day with you
Caught in a moment

What is the why
How can I find
The meaning to this life
When I'm drifting in my lies
This complicance is worth
Everybody on this earth
Jesus Christ, please do your worst
And admit that death is first

I don't want to sound
Like I'm drowning this all out
Dip your face and drown
Before you touch me now

Turn me down
Cuz I feel too loud
As I'm finding out
Just what I am
Tune me out
Because I can't try now
All I am
Is a bit of nothing

Elevated

I am
Elevated
I'm sorry but it's true
Let me
Step out of the spotlight
And crawl back into my room
Once long ago
This is where I craved to be
But now it isn't me
I just want the light to leave
While I

Alone in the darkness sit
Weaving through the people full of shit
Lay the way
And dream forever
Solitary confidential
Please ignore my credentials
And just ignore me
As I sneak away
Please just turn the other way
Let me stumble
Through on my own

Didn't want to be
In the head lights

Didn't try to stand out
To be liked

Mister
Stagehand
Can you please
Turn the spotlight off?

gwak

Broken I am
Lay with me this way
Feel my touch tranquilizing
Will I see you today

Draining
Just as life bringing
Raining
The gods are flinging
This improper devotion
This invalid promotion
Can I borrow your lint brush
To remove these annoyances
From my existence
They're undesired
But they don't see it
After so many qualms
And honest sayings
What is it about being impudent
That people find so entertaining
No answer is found inside my existence
So I turn to yours
To find the same thing;
You asking for help.
I am without a cure
Without a solvent
For this intergalactic breed
Of insolence that
Seems to tear away at e

Did I put you down already?

Empty logic
Did you hear me
Something about
This brand of cruelty
Makes me feel like falling down
In a mess
Of extruding conclusions
How can they say
This is art
Do not defy me
And do not refuse
The inner judgement
Which is
Mockingly giggling at you
Just
4 feet more
Behind your back

I think I told you this
I love you
Does it sound firmiliar
The empty words
Hollowly echoing emotions
That will forever be encased
Inside these words
Which are so underserving
Yet pretend that they mean the world
Love
Is an emotion, yes?
A feeling that cannot be contained
In a poor bastards phrases
Do you dare trust in the belief

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interruption of the heathen

by ~unshattered, Jul 27, 2004, 12:46:24 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

did you want me to
take your hopes and fake them
so i could face your fears
alone just to rip apart myself
go insane and inside out
as you stroll along the columnade
remember the years of yesterday
when you said you were too afraid
to think those things you had to say
i broke you
i hate this
why do i
still exist
i hate you
here's the twist
when i find
i need this
please push me in the wrong direction
just force me to where i need to break
i want to snap with no discretion
but i'm not sure of the path to take
heart burn aching on the inside
heart ache burning on the outside
right brain is working on the left side
my soul just wants to get out
just break me
let me snap
let me slip
through the cracks
let me bleed
i want to
destiny
i want you
to drag me
from this place
so i can
for once taste
what it's like
to not hate
to calm down
and behave
my blood boils as i scream inside
i refuse to play through a lie
just face me, then please die
i refuse to live a lie

interruption of the heathenby ~unshattered

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

~safe-shadows07 Feb 18, 2005

lol old poetry isnt that scary...i just get really bored so i figured i'd look at some random stuffs...so i ended up here. still like it tho, doesnt matter how old it is. even if it might embarass you

~unshattered Feb 18, 2005 Writer

No one can embarass me while I have clothes on!

~safe-shadows07 Feb 18, 2005

hahaha, i wish i could say that.

~safe-shadows07 Feb 18, 2005

i really like this one. i know the feeling so yeah, just to want to be gotten rid of

~unshattered Feb 18, 2005 Writer

who, now you're diving into the old poetry...scary

~Tsukimi-chan Jul 28, 2004 Writer

hmm.. Is the person you hate someone you know or did you just use the word usage because it was there? (just curious.. sorry..

.. It's a great poem!)

~unshattered Jul 28, 2004 Writer

ummm, I don't remember...but simce noneof my poems are reall...I'm gonna guess I just used the words...

~StrangeChilde Jul 27, 2004

I like the way that the line breaks were done in this. Excellent work ... perhaps even sexcellent.

~deadambition Jul 27, 2004

woah thats amazing good job!

~snazy-a-tastic Jul 27, 2004 Photographer

Amazing rhythm and awesome poem!

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