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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

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.

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

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

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

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.

DangerousMermaids; they seduce you then hold you under
Vampires; will kiss your lifeblood away
Mages, will turn your own mind against you
While trolls will hunt you down if you stay
Run through the woods, don’t stop for nothing
Monsters wait with jaws opened wide
Ignore that pretty elf, who’s probably plotting something dark
For she will torture you once she’s lured you inside
Orcs; will have a craving for your flesh
While dwarves are just prejudiced against your height
Dragons are very skilled when it comes to fire
While faeries will torment you throughout the night
So run little weakling, don’t stop now
The faery realm has go

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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BreathlessNails scratching on a coffin,
Alone in the dark,
I'm trying so hard,
But you won't let me in.

You'd rather die alone,
Than dwell in deeper darkness,
For even one moment,
Did you ever think,
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad?

Secretive smiles,
Are covering for lies,
But your cover will,
Always lie to me.

I can see right through you,
Just a cold ghost,
Encasing yourself,
In the finest crystal,
Hoping to stay there…

It won't work,
Like a metamorphosis,
Isn't the same,
As the catharsis I suffered.

I'll never ask for more,
Don't want you to come out,
If that isn't what you want,
I just want to go with you,
Locked away fore

CuriousWe spend our entire lives
Being kept in the dark…

Who are you to be curious?

Most often you will find
The illusion of it all
Is far sweeter
Than this bitter reality.

Trapped by carnal instinct,
I will waste away
Miserable and poor.

Rather spend this life
In a blissful retreat
Than to learn the truth,
Face the horrors
Of what is out there.

No thank you…

I'll swallow each and every
One of your sweet lies…
Please lie to me?

Poison pouring in from
All directions,
And it's going to be so easy
To extinguish a flame
That never even existed.

A child of the darkness,
I no longer seek the light,
Because I know

DesperationLost…
In such a dark place…
And everything is…
Whirling
Spinning
Falling all around me…

Need to get out…
Will someone help me…
Please?
Don't leave me here…

I'll die.

I can't breathe…
I can't sleep…
There is no rest for me,
Though I seek…
Eternal solace…

No waking…
From this nightmare…

Please…

Doing nothing but…
Running on auto…
Going through things
Never knowing life could be better…
It doesn't have to hurt…

But it does.

It does, it does and…
Just keeps on growing…
Tearing away
At me…

Always coming back
For mo

In Love With DeathLacquered with layers of frosted Lacrimosa...
Dying to dine on the flesh...
Weeping a requiem for lost hearts...

Rise from the ash of a thousand years,
Gone slipping, passing us by.
There is no such thing as mercy, nor rest.

In such a world where anger dissolves
Everyone is blind and deaf;
Only one person who cannot feel.

Flames that lick at liars' tongues...
Kneeling before the accused,
There can only be destruction.

It seems no words can be found
In the books written by sheep;
No hope, no prayers, nothing to atone.

Repressed in this stifling silence,
As further minds are now withdrawn
From two matching pairs of eyes...

Sum

PaleUpon lips so pallid,
Something wicked…

In the darkness,
Frightening trepidation,
And just like them
With all of your predation,

Going back to
An earlier time,
Imprisoned immortal
Encased in song and rhyme,

Sinking into me
With all your twisted charms,
Longing to spend forever
Wrapped up in your arms,

It cannot be like this
I must wait no more,
Driving in straight,
Aiming right for the core,

Holding one hand on your heart
The stake sinks right through,
Bleeding, despite the rain,
And now… I am done with you.

A monster down to the bone,
Such morbid truth has been shown…

ForevermorePerching darkly on my windowsill
With blood red eyes, and poised to kill,
A raven sits with midnight wings
Darkness and death, such dreams it brings.

Something morbid, something wicked waits.
It's bitter and it's cursing, how it hates,
Sealed with kisses from a maddened wraith,
Stealing my soul and taking all faith.

Suffering such vengeful wrath, hollow like the moon
As we dance to the wolves' invisible tune,
Frosted over mirror, cold like a corpse,
Time shifts around itself as reality warps.

Decadence lends itself to such betrayal,
Tender beauty and a heart so pale,
Dripping darkly, across bleeding skies,
Shifting into somethi

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Sitting In The Sun

by =KalineReine, Feb 11, 2013, 10:31:30 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Dazzling whispers
As I am lying
Cold, unwanted, and used...
I wander this desolate place;
Beaten down,
I hang my head in defeat,
Shame is my lonely burden...
Wallowing in the blood
Beneath a bright orange sky...
Soaring further down
Spiraling into the empty abyss,
Never to return...
Unable to touch anything
Beneath the smooth paned glass
Pinned by the weight
Of your stare;
Those lifeless eyes
Poisoning my senses...

Sitting In The Sunby =KalineReine

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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Write this today while some bad things were going on...

~Killio01 Feb 11, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Whoa, intense. Love it ^w^

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=KalineReine Feb 11, 2013 Professional Writer

Thanks so much!

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~Killio01 Feb 11, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You're most welcome! <3 ^w^

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*SkullCroos Feb 11, 2013 Student Digital Artist

very nice.

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=KalineReine Feb 11, 2013 Professional Writer

Thank you so much.

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*SkullCroos Feb 11, 2013 Student Digital Artist

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