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Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer

For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of

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.

Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet

(you tell me to be
quiet,

dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)

tonight
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name

my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words

you tell me to be
quiet
so I can hear the world breathe)

I want to go home

SpeakeasyI can feel you like a phantom,
sensation without touch,
like breath in winter
or a misty mountain morning
that stays with me
until the stars fall in evening.

Your eyes contain the secrets
your lips would dare to betray,
but your body tells the story
and I am trying
to read between the lines
of your paperback smiles.

A grazing touch, a covert glance,
the memories remain
as skin grows warm and red
beneath lying fingertips
that claim incidental contact
a thousand times a day.

Of course,
it's not the kind of thing we say
when we are speaking
without talking and feeling
without touching
and thinking without knowing...

all of the things

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.

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

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

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

WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.

I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze

like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.

Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;

safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.

Dry Spell I am immobilized by time.
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
fleeting,
evaporating
through the cracks of
my fingers and high

above my head.
I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
words,
silences,
or actions
could possibly satiate it.

I realize only now that it can never be filled:
all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
or stretched
so far
that it dissolves into non-being.
I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devo

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.

You Don't Know ItYou don't know it, but you kept me sane
I nearly went over the edge
With a knife in one hand and a gun in the other
But you grabbed me
Pulled me back on my own two feet
Emptied my hands
And when you realized that I couldn't stand on my own
You hugged me
Like a mother would do for her child
Like a friend would do for, dare I say, another friend

You don't know it, but when you saved me
I felt free
I felt wanted
I felt needed
I felt, dare I say, loved

You don't know it, but when you showed me kindness
I fell in love
In love with your kindness
That same sweet kindness you saved me with
It felt like I found a new home
One that I could be, dare

Pull Her Hair/Stare At The StarsThe ghosts have crashed their ship
on the other side of town,
you can see it from the second floor
all the way over here.
You can see the white clouds
rising from the wreck
and a nova of heat, a big bright
nova of warmth pulling the moths and wolves
out from the woods (with their noses up and searching).
You can smell the yearning like bees
leaving the hive, like the grizzly brown bears
on the jagged white mountains (concrete and imposing).
They call it fear,
but I see these ghosts
scrambling up into the sky
and I like to think it's
something different entirely.

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.

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?

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the torn coverbehind the cover we seem to find.......
the emotions that we've lost.........
among the days and the time that creates the days......
here on these pages we find comfort from the disaster......
we like to call life......
we let this pen conduct the setences.......
in which you find hate,love,jealousy,envy and more.......
we seem to always write until the pen has run out of words and has to start using them twice to make the point clear......
and yet we let your mind wander......
and wonder what you're filed under....
in the emotions we strive to make clear.....
hidden from view.....
trapped behind this cover.....

no title9:03 brings its hellos....
and by 9:04 we cut out after the goodbyes.....
we manage to....
turn the conversation into a bullet....
which pierces my heart...
(while holding the roses)
that match the blood stains on both our shirts......
we could be called murderers....
of our own conversations.....
but theres no time for that before we are on trial.....
for the crimes we commited.....
i plead guilty....
(while the chance to sit on death row)
and while they begin to question you....
they find you innocent....
(the way i always saw you)
see you when im free angel....
for i will count the days a number them....
because i have t

The true meA letter....
adressed to whoever....
this is the last....
time that you'll see this writing....
(the last chance i gambled with)
to fix the boken parts and patch the holes....
Im giving up on sending the letters.....
that no one cares to open....or to read....
i thought that this pen could solve my problems......
but this pen bled to much before it had a chance to finish my book of troubles.....
but the biggest problem....
(and number one on my list)
is me....
I found the reason for the disaster....
me being weak....
(and poorly peiced together)
they found the evidence that linked me to the crime.....
I couldnt find the word

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I fear loosing you

by ~Love-is-vengeance, Aug 11, 2005, 10:00:20 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I'm afraid of heights...
but i would love to be pushed into freefall just as long as i could have my hand interlocked in yours. The view is amazing but the one in your eyes,the one im lost in is breath taking and it has a better sunset.
I'm afraid of drowning...
but i would love to have my lungs fill with water just as long as the last breath was used to scream your name and how i adore you. This is my car underwater and im running short and out of air but all i need is just the thought of you to surpress this lack of oxygen.
I'm afraid of blood...
but i would be glad to carve your name on my arm just to know im your personal property(i've done it once before) and your name is what i rely on as proof to remind me that i fell for you. The scars just prove to me that having you is real an not a dream but a wish on a star we saw while gazing at the open night sky.
I'm afraid of loosing you...
this is the fear that i can't overcome, this is the fear i cant hide under my sheets from. I can't erase, I can't count to 5 with hopes of it calming me down, Theres just no way I can get away from this one, and theres just no chance to sit this one out (...so ill play fair to be yours and only yours...)

I fear loosing youby ~Love-is-vengeance

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

This is for hannah because we left a conversation on a bad note and this is also to show how much i feel/love/adore her.

~beautifullyflawed09 Aug 13, 2005

this is how i feel too. i love the emotion in this peice. very nice

~Love-is-vengeance Aug 13, 2005

Thank you !! so you know how basically every emotion i write feels? im glad you can understand!

~Pamuya Aug 11, 2005

Aww, so sweet!

I really like the ending!!!

~Love-is-vengeance Aug 11, 2005

thank you very much!!!

~Pamuya Aug 11, 2005

Sure!

~alphie0216 Aug 11, 2005

losing. not loosing also! BUT absolutely awesome. beautiful and romantic. great imagery. you are such a deep thinker. so glad to see you posting more stuff!

~Love-is-vengeance Aug 11, 2005

thank you alphie !i really do think to much lol its bad sometimes!

~SubduedPromises Aug 11, 2005 Hobbyist Writer

different rhythme then the others.
you spelt land wrong. just wanted to point that out.
its darling.

~Love-is-vengeance Aug 11, 2005

Thanks ill fix the typ-O!! haha sorry!

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