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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

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?

Retreat Within..Time to close down the circus, time to close down the tents. The show is over, that's all folks, I hope you
got your monies worth.
The acts have all seceded, retreating to their darkness as the people that gave them light have gone home.
The grounds seem bare as the treading of happiness have left, leaving them alone and cold, no longer
having the heat to keep it warm.
The excitement of the day is over, the light has fallen to the darkness. And the world that brought such
joy and cheer has become nothing more than a memory, nothing more than show for the hearts that needs
it.
The master sighs, tipping his hat to the world as he retreats within to his own world, closing down his body,
closing down his emotions, closing down himself til the next time to bring his charm and joy to a world that
needs it.
"The show is over, that's all folks, please enjoy your day..."

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The Second SilenceBoiling night, stars of glass,
Liquid light, all shall pass.

My eyes were aching,
The night suffocated in light,
My love tormenting,
The stars were stinging bright.

You've lit up the stars above,
And heated them in words,
And now you've liquefied my love,
My pulse scorching in heated swords.

There is a song among the trees,
The wind mourns their fallen leaves,
It's a dry land, our kiss,
As tears become silent thieves.

It's not about love, no one has ever loved,
And it's not about hate, Hatred is yet unknown,
Its this soul of mine that never trove,
They're these words of mine that never shone.

I wish upon a star that I didn'

Song for a SmileWith such dismay I look at you
This face, those eyes, the emerald smile which is you…
You tell me words only told to some…
Where do I know you from?

The wind tells of leaves,
The wind says of trees that still breathe

You're still not here, lost as wild dove,
Tell me, what are you thinking of?

And so the wind carries on, carries on
A broken arrow of a long, lost dawn
And so the sea spoke of them and of clouds of blue
Until the words were told,
the sky believed them to be true
Listen and listen not
Love and speak not
Say of words that never been
Smile the smile I have barely ever seen...

Play the wind among the stars,
play

Painful DreamingBoiling night, stars of glass,
Liquid light, all shall pass.

My eyes were aching,
The night suffocated in light,
My love tormenting,
The stars were stinging bright.

You've lit up the stars above,
And heated them in words,
And now you've liquefied my love,
My pulse scorching in heated swords.

There is a song among the trees,
The wind mourns their fallen leaves,
It's a dry land, our kiss,
As tears become silent thieves.

It's not about love, no one has ever loved,
And it's not about hate, Hatred is yet unknown,
Its this soul of mine that never trove,
They're these words of mine that never shone.

I wish upon a star that I didn'

THISToday the sunset fell
Under the light that no one could sell…
Put your arms around me,
They can't see what I can see…
Hold me tight
They have no sight.

You are so much more!

The anger that you let out
Has taken away my hope and doubt,
But I will follow you still into the dark,
"I love you" and that leaves a mark.

Your touch against my kiss.

You don't have to save me
You are all I need and want and love
"I will never fail thee"
And you lit off the stars above.

My fingers run through your hair,
My tears whisper nothing but a prayer,
Your touch is cold and black,
Follow me, I want you back.

You are more than what they said yo

Saddest Ghost in SilenceSaddest ghost in silence(and,yes,again,the italic bolded letters are the ghost's words )

Rainy days fall off your hand
Leaving traces of unshared light.
Your pulse stays hidden in the night
Your image is made by strands of sand.
You're the sea of another land…

So far away so close to be,
Why have you given up the right to see?
Look for me…

I stay abandoned by the rain
My pain is numb,
My mind is pain….
Don't let love succumb…

Every air is water now,
Liquefied in drops of "how?"...
As the world breathes in...
And the world breathes

GenesisWhen I had no eyes, no light; for the world, no sight
everything was such a peaceful maze
The days I had no eyes, the days of sweet and dreamless nights.
Darkness
Consuming, protecting, embracing
Silent, frail and fearless
Night.
How could I still not hold that day I could first feel
The cold of scissors and of drawing steel
The days they first sew in my eyes
The first days I knew no longer what is real.
Steel
Slashing, Cutting, Deepening
Sharp, Cold, strong
Metal
For the light was all so bright
And oh, I danced, I danced into the black-freed night!
Music was itself benign, and your love could have no fear.
Stitches held ev

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by ~Melarien, Dec 10, 2012, 2:31:12 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

When voices seem to mumble into your thoughts
again
slide into the unknown again
a blanket of all there is and all here wasn't
share a corner in your mind
again

Where there are no slightly changed hands
to twist into your body
gently

cruelty is in everything
and horrors at every corner
because darkness is a garden
and we have all prayed in it before.

when and whereby ~Melarien

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