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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
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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
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
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My eyes closedI remember the day
when you said we were ment to be
and this kills for me to say
p.s you're dead to me.
So here us where love and desire
fall from my wrist
a part i wouldnt want you to miss
because im just proving to you that i exist.
Tonight is a night for chances
and I'd rather die
the to be one of your romances.
So ill have more to drink
and drive home with my eyes closed
and hope you're on that same stretch of road
you'll be he victim of a hit and run
but in all fairness im just returning the favor.
Who knew that blue eyes
could craft your demise.....
RemembranceCan you remember the first time
you caused my heart to flatline?
I remember it all to clear
like my greatest fall with out the fear.
Do you recall the day where everyword
chosen to say and every phrase we dropped
caused us to stay?
I keep this thought on repeat
a thought i wont let go, a thought i want to keep.
Can you think of the months
where we pulled the most unforgettable stunts?
Getting caught kissing under the stars
riding in the backseats of cars.
It was you and i running through summer shocking the world
stunning eveyone in sight.
We had the world as our stage but its time for us to take a bow......
for now...
BrokenPretty eye's and distant cries
her tear stained pillow mutes all her
screams.
Broken heart split seams by all means
a tragedy struck her with ease
Filled with lies an promising goodbyes
I can feel her pain and shes anything but thrilled
(blank stares)
(blindsiding glares)
The akward wait, the mixtape for her escape with
the songs we sung the ones left undone.
Screaming turns to dreaming and her
feelings are left streaming down her cheaks.
While she sleeps I trace the words to her door
i've came to fix what happen before.
Every kiss laced with words unspoken
to mend ever piece i left broken.
A dated mistakeDress so devine for this last chance to shine...
What a mistake, what a fake, my last out take end transmission I found the for definition.
(me)
I wanted to mean everything to you but my reason for meaning fell through.
Hopefully you get this letter and understand why im this way and if you should fail...
(p.s im over rated)
This is my grandprize for being this way
(congratulations i hope i choke)
Can't live this way and i have nothin left to say
(my last glace before my nonexistance)
turnarounds and ballgownsTonight it's you, me and our designers who dolled us up to fit this scene
(elegance elegance)
Waltzing in circular pattern diamonds and pearls threaded around necks like nooses at a mass execution.
Romance is inhaled and exhaled like oxygen with a hint of a hallucinogen.
1's and 2's 3's and 4's minnoettes and peiroettes dancing to pretend we're happy dancing to deny pain.
(hurt will always hit with perfect aim)
Depressed with smiles pressed against teeth and lips.
Looks, stares, promises, and dares we dare to find what we call happiness on this dance floor.
(maybe something more)
This night was unwanted but still we taunted romances
Uneasy UrgesSelling smiles in blue viles tonight every breath forms a whisper and every whisper brings a silence before us. To scared to make a move so unprepared to fallow through.
(uneasy)
              (unsteady)
(im not ready)
Choking on air this all isnt quite fair something tells me you're ready to tear me apart and this i knew right from the start.
(uneasy)
              (unsteady)
(get ready)
Lay into me with all force dont worry your still on ;your course. Taste my insides taste my lips im falling in love with your bit by bit.
This is all out war with direct hits....

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Sea of silhouettes

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With blue eyes
I
   am
         lost at sea.
It's so hard to find words that explain perfection
when  
         you're
                   looking up at me.
Resting your head on my chest,
I start to confess,
"You're more precious then silver,
and as rare as gold."
Butterflies start to tear up my stomach
leaving me with urges that couldn't be controlled.
So we got closer where we could see eye to
eye,
asking ourselves if destiny was something we could deny.
In the silhouette of the blank tv screen
I tasted heaven and felt the clouds.
I've never felt this close to you,
not even in a dream.
So
    I
      held
             you closer and I closed my eyes.
I finally realize that our heartbeats have the same rhythm
and our pulses are on the rise.
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Hannah edited this for me and made up the title
thank you Hannah = ) so whatever props or kudos you have give them to her and check out her page
" this is about a night i had a run in with perfection"
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