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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.

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

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

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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Weyou used to smile at me
but that was when
i woke up next to you

you used to laugh with me
but that was when
we tried too hard to be serious

you used to wish for me
but that was when
you were insecure

you used to love me
but that was when
you drew sunflowers over my skin

you used to see us
but that was when
you and me were we

Just a Fairy Tale Come Trueyou dream of a fairytale
of a half-naked mermaid
saving you from a shipwreck
of boring beach vacations

of a time when you can follow her out of the party
without looking like a creep when you keep her shoe
its the ultimate chase
through throngs of homes

and you can scream
rapunzel, rapunzel,
let down your hair
like falling leaves over your bare balcony

yes she's waiting for you instead
sleeping, dreaming of your wakeful kiss
don't forget
you'll have to give her a hundred years for her apple red delicious lips to ripen

Yesterday's Kissshe's hiding today
from chasing kisses
because she never once lost
until yesterday

he turned his face away
because he wanted to her to try
which she never had to
until yesterday

so she picked fields of dandelions
till she could blow it all in one
and she never could
until yesterday

she threw pennies and pennies down the well
till the town ran out of cents
which it never had
until yesterday

she watched all night for shooting stars
willing each one to grant this
and she never did
until yesterday

and she ran to him in the morning
knowing this kiss was worth it
because none had been
until yesterday

the futurei know i shouldn't have
but i was curious
and bored
most of my brilliant ideas occur to me
when im unoccupied
sometimes with a marker
not a brilliant idea

anyways my epiphany
came from a dehydrated mind
in those few brief moments
you were there
i was there
it was winter
and we were lying in your bed

not that i've seen your bed before
but i would know it now
i saw our future
just a brief glimpse
but it was enough to know
to keep us up past the first snow
after that who knows

Just Eyesher eyes
they are so hungry
like they've been starved
of...
   something,
      there is something missing from her

her eyes
they are so empty
like they've been stolen
of...
   something,
       there is something missing from her

her eyes
they are
          hungry/empty/starved/stolen.......silent

     something,
         there is something

Tell Meyou should have told me
something so big
so powerful
to be able to rip us apart like this

      so far

i can't understand
how i didn't see it to begin with
but why would i think i needed to look that hard
at something so simple

     at us

is there anything more
something your biting your lip at
in the corner of your eye
that your trying to blink out of my sight

      i can't keep waiting for you to slip

can you think i'd forgive
understand, yes
but forget, no
not this much

       not any

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by ~VoodooVinciChild, Nov 14, 2008, 1:04:14 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

She sits in the dark
waiting to be touched,
   her eyes boring into his
      from the bed
  eyes he can’t see
        but feel
through the blackness

He knows its her from the scent
      The soft but poignant lavender
     Drifting to him
          Filling him
      And he knows this night won’t be long enough
The scent is making his heart race
   But no more than her eyes

‘what are you looking at’
         He’ll ask
   Not that she’ll answer
        Not that she ever answers
All that came from the bed
  From her
      A long sigh
        Longing to be embraced
As if she had waited forever
    For him
  And just discovered
He was here all along

‘do you know who I am’
     She’ll ask
Not that she’ll believe him
  Not that any of his answers would suffice
as he contemplates her dark beauty
    her conceptual beauty
  her wasted beauty
he decides to play her game

‘I don’t want anything more
      Than to just stay here tonight’
    A lengthened night he means
         But forgets to say
  She tries to put the words together
       The words with the man
  They didn’t sound the same
    And though she did
Does,
    She doesn’t want to believe they’re true
   That he needs nothing more
       Than one night

She holds out her hand
     To the dark
   Searching
Waiting for him to cross
        The great divide of blackness
She wants to tell him now
  Now that she knows he doesn’t want her
    The same unavailability
       Yet from another man
That being held
   feels normal
         Feels like home

‘will you hold me,
      I want it always,
        Not just tonight’
   How could she give it up
        Him
         Being held
      After such a short span
To never experience a morning hold
    And the rest
        Barely noticing her want

And how could he not accept

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~tempusdracos Dec 3, 2008

that is gloriosly beautiful its amazing have you seen the new movie 'Australia'?

~VoodooVinciChild Dec 8, 2008 Hobbyist Writer

aw thank you....no ive been trying but no one else wants to see that so i guess ill wait till it comes out, why do you ask?

~tempusdracos Dec 10, 2008

omg you have to go see it lol it's got hugh jackman *melts* lol and nicole kidman, prettyies actor I know lol

~VoodooVinciChild Dec 10, 2008 Hobbyist Writer

omg i know i LOVE hugh jackman lol!

~tempusdracos Dec 10, 2008

*sighs* he so pretty lol

~ItsxMagik Nov 30, 2008

_{The great divide of blackness
That was beautifully intense.
I love the ending.}

~VoodooVinciChild Nov 30, 2008 Hobbyist Writer

aw well thank you so much!

~ItsxMagik Nov 30, 2008

_{You're very welcome.}

~singovermyradio Nov 14, 2008 Hobbyist Writer

I love the part about the scent!

~VoodooVinciChild Nov 17, 2008 Hobbyist Writer

thank you it was hard picking just one scent for this!

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