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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

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.

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.

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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Sphereim back to skinning my knees
im back to begging
and you know thats not my style
not when im free of you for a certain stretch

im back to waiting up for you
im back to losing sleep
and you know i like to get my rest
not the case when your around

im back to being scared of your words
im back to fearing the end
and you know i thought we were over the second time
not even close

im back to holding on to details
im back to obsessing over touches
and you know i cant deal with this loss again
not when im still recovering

Never Startedhe's sitting on the other side of the bed facing the wall

"are you replacing-" a whispered confirmation in the dark
i hate fighting with him

'what?! no! your being so stupid!' voices are raised with the insult
wait i didnt mean to say that shit!

"goddammit why the hell are you always interrupting me!"
i cant even think through these tears

'cause im telling you truths' the first soft spoken thing he's said since they arrived
im lying to myself why cant she see i love her

"and i guess im lying all the time? you know what, go to hell" irritation setting in
im so worn out from trying to make m

Only a HalfI disgust myself
with this morbid behaviour.
You turned me into something,
unnatural,
but that naturally comes to those who
have given over to their evil sides of the heart.

I'm recognizable,
but only a vague facial expression gives me away.
You made me a stranger,
twisted,
by a sickness that coils itself around to those who
are more perverse than one half can take.

NightmareL-, L-,
Horrible things for you,
the times are turning with a knife and cue.
Your blood spilled everywhere,
your body once so fair,
will be sliced open like a pear.

Escapeplease
don't tell me im running
that im hiding to escape my problems

please
tell me what else can i do
after so many years of fighting back
of screaming back to stop you
it doesnt work i've tried

please
tell me what else can i do
after so many years of pleading
of begging you to stop shouting
it doesnt work i've tried

please
tell me what else can i do
after so many years of playing the defense
of locking you out to keep you away
it doesnt work i've tried

please
tell me what else can i do
after so many years of ignoring you
of blocking you out to keep the negative energy out of my soul
it doesnt work i've tr

A made bedyour body hits me like a rock
and so does the thought
'i cant have you, what am i thinking'

i'll push you away
and along with my so-called fate
'a never-ending story of unavailability'

your giving in to temptation too easy
and my charming smiles but inside disgusted
'i quit this mess'

i'll make you think twice about the one at home
and me in your dreams
'this should be your guilt trip not mine'

your not thinking this through are you
and i dont, i wont care anymore
'oh the lies i tell myself'

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Desire

by ~VoodooVinciChild, Feb 18, 2009, 9:52:05 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

No act of love
  goes unpunished
and you would know best
I know you wait for the day
I tell you the war in me is over
    It's what you expect
          what you deserve
  so you can wrap me in your arms
    without me pulling away
   you can't hold me like you want to
     which is too long
       day and night
I know you wait for the day
I tell you the war in me is over
   It's what you expect
         what you deserve
   but I'm just a girl
     and it's impossible for me
    I can't be at ease
  because you love me
    and how dare you
          let it be more than just desire

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~lenoueveo Feb 21, 2009

Wrote a bit of poetry today, it's not as deep and meaningful as yours.. But you inspired me to write :-D ... Thanks

~VoodooVinciChild Feb 25, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

aw ill definitely have to check it out!

~tempusdracos Feb 20, 2009

how nice it would feel to be loved and not just desired, but most of the time desire is enough, you'll find a time when you want true love, I hope you find it

~VoodooVinciChild Feb 25, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

how sweet i hope so too! lol

~tempusdracos Feb 26, 2009

lol

*TheKnell Feb 18, 2009 Writer

Wow. I really like this one. I was just mulling this subject over in my head too.

~VoodooVinciChild Feb 25, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

aw thank you!

~Black-Wolfess Feb 18, 2009

_{Wonderfully, painfully true, dear <3}

~VoodooVinciChild Feb 25, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

thank you!

~Black-Wolfess Feb 25, 2009

_{Very welcome.}

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