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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

Onceyour beauty lies restless behind those
hills, where you fought valiantly. and
the man you once were was brave and kind,
but now you are possessed by a passenger
of darkness, whispering words of your
loneliness.

the man you once were is forgotten, and
the man you are today, is only a ghost, a
shadow, of what you were before.

we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.

I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way

(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not

the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding

we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
I&rsquo

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.

FossilizedLiving proof of fossils alive,
and no horseshoe-crab am I.

Nor, inhabitable harsh compression of plates,
residing under humid marsh-scapes.

I mold into the walls, as chalky old coal.
But I am no mineral, no era.
I am not, Mesozoic.

Through the ages
Iron
Bronze
silver, gold and heroic.

I remain a still-life; and no Iduna's apples would retain my youth
No magic fountains, or time devices, or wrist watches.
I am the machine of time.
The watcher, omnipotent, the wise.

But

no God am I

Somewhere, sweet tangy sap trolleys down cracked bark.
Somewhere, celestial bodies erupt unseen.
Somewhere, a abrupt breeze blows overturned bi-cycle tire

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

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

HorsepowerHorsepower

There’s a knife turnin in my soft parts
And heat burnin my mind on hard starts
The motors runnin but I lost the wheel
Just want it to be numb don’t wanna feel
Take two steps back and put it in park
Before I leave scarred up black marks
I need a u-turn on this highway
But can’t go back on the by-way
So look ahead, the pavement goes on
Break the rear-view mirror it’s gone
Contemplate
Reiterate
Put it in drive
And say goodbye
Let’s see how fast this bitch can fly

-Cygam7

nightmarethe foxes are at your bedside and singing--
feversongs,
songs of boiling thoughts
and broken muscles.
their lullabyes.
they sneak so quiet, and
somehow,
you can't quite
dream
anymore.

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

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vegas woman

by `utro, Oct 15, 2001, 2:27:46 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

i drove there myself
you just paved the road
so fortunate to find
this paradise
lost

the mirror broke
as the unveiled princess
ascended from the desert
nipples hard
even raising my body temperature

but her legs kept you warm
and silver cold
and i alone
longed for home
or at least a change

someone as supple as i
to swim in the sea of her hair
and travel the valleys and hills
of her scape
sweetness of this foreign land
yet so familiar

i might drive there myself

vegas womanby `utro

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

i wrote this in '97 after a trip to vegas to visit an ex boyfriend. he took me to a strip club and ended up with a stripper. it sparked an anger, a sense of loneliness and a curiosity in me.

`limnersphere Apr 2, 2003

Longing, pain, and desire rolled in to one emotionally strong weaving. The first stanza shows two came together on the road, but the they were really only one. From the start the "team" that went on the expedition to find the eutopia in "paradise lost" was really two people on different roads. One that "drove themselve" and the other that "just paved" the way.

i drove there myself
you just paved the road
so fortunate to find
this paradise
lost

Now this is an interesting stanza, for it has some layed meanings. The mirror broke could be looked upon in two different ways. The first is that the mirror broke referring to the relationship that was strong was now shattered. Bad luck can only follow in the breaking of the mirror as in several years bad luck. The other is that this "unveiled princess" vision is so powerful that it can physically break a mirror...a monster in disguise (medusa comes to mind) that can shatter many physical and emotional manifistations. "nipples hard" can be the response of the male partner to the female seductress (male's nipples can harden too with sexual arrousment....here in the poem it is a stuble conection with the male and the female seductress). "Even raising my body temperature", the female seductress/unveiled princess even has the power to stimulate or arouse the female companion...or perhaps it could be looked as raised body temperature such as anger...."makes my blood boil" comes to mind.

the mirror broke
as the unveiled princess
ascended from the desert
nipples hard
even raising my body temperature

The seductress keeps him warm but offers nothing lasting, for it is silver cold. It is a temporary fire that will grow cold and walk out the door once coin of payment (silver) is received. The temorary relationship/unstable for it is quick to change is in direct contrast to the one alone who yearns for the comfort and stability of home. But then there is a twist, curiosity enters the picture with the thought of change.

but her legs kept you warm
and silver cold
and i alone
longed for home
or at least a change

That change comes here. What does this "unveiled princess" have to offer and how does the connection of bodies feel. There is a seeming desire to discover the "sweetness of this forgein land" that is different but yet similar to the poetic voices' own. It ends in the musing of the voice, you, playing with the thought of exploring same sex sex.

someone as supple as i
to swim in the sea of her hair
and travel the valleys and hills
of her scape
sweetness of this foreign land
yet so familiar

i might drive there myself

~cultstatus Feb 24, 2003

that sucks doesnt it ..........
I have been in similar situation
but it helps not too ever look back .

~sinix Jul 20, 2002

Ohh, I really like this.. its quite good. Good enough for my favorite list? sure! =D (Big Grin)

`sasso Jun 27, 2002

Great writing, it really emits the inner struggle you must have felt between rage and want.

~bl0ck May 17, 2002

reminds me of one of my fav smashing pumpkins songs ...

Zero

my reflection, dirty mirror
there's no connection to myself
i'm your lover, i'm your zero
i'm the face in your dreams of glass
so save your prayers
for when we're really gonna need 'em
throw out your cares and fly
wanna go for a ride?

she's the one for me
she's all i really need
cause she's the one for me
emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness
and cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me
intoxicated with the madness, i'm in love with my sadness
bullshit fakers, enchanted kingdoms
the fashion victims chew their charcoal teeth
i never let on, that i was on a sinking ship
i never let on that i was down
you blame yourself, for what you can't ignore
you blame yourself for wanting more
she's the one for me
she's all i really need
she's the one for me
she's my one and only

end

this poems gets across the feeling that you feel connected with no one and your against the world ... it asked for your friendship and threw it back in your face .... I WONT LET THAT HAPPEN AGAIN Heart

°euphoria Apr 29, 2002

I am suddenly aroused. mwahaha.
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~tobie Mar 8, 2002 Hobbyist General Artist

This was excellent. I loved the flow and the thought within.
And yes, I believe your ex-boyfriend should be stoned, castrated
then left under the sun to dry.

Hope you recovered nicely.
if the angst was transferred into creativity like this,
then you truly turned the tables around!

:-) (Smile)

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~darkwurm Feb 20, 2002

Very nice work even if my comment is years later, the imagery is very distinct. I diagree with the comment about changeing it however, as I think poetry should be strait from the heart, raw if you will... The more prepared it seems, the inciteful in my opinion... You've come very far as a writer I might add. I can see deffinate changes in how you express things in your work.. Nicely done :) (Smile)

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~thedarksaber Oct 15, 2001 Writer

Nice job...this is one of the first poems I've read in awhile, cuz I really havn't had time to wait for devart. My only suggestion: take out the 'nipples' part. Not that it turns me on or anything, its just that alot of people say stuff like that jokingly. Just a suggestion. Nice poem.

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