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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.

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.

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

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

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

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

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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a blue sky waiting to break through the gray.

The clouds rotate around too many thoughts;
blown to hell and back, only to come together
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by °euphoria, Mar 29, 2002, 5:45:12 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

we sit across the table,
and our gazes are the only things that touch
somehow we know this is how it must be

bound close as atoms in their spin, yet
destined to move like comets, flashing
briefly then continuing through the black

I need you here,
need your gravity to keep me steady
the pull of you balances everything

and yet we are lost, you retreat from
my heart at the speed of light, i cannot
even find you now within the endless skies

and so our gazes touch
across the miles contained in inches of space
bridged only by our mutual thoughts

and i think to myself, we
are alone in the universe

Cometby °euphoria

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

what happens when you meet your soulmate?

You fall in love and are together forever?

Sometimes.

Sometimes life gets in the way.

Another collab between myself and deejbard. [link]

~elgatodiablo Mar 25, 2003

i want to see you write something dark.

brooding

not just something that you think sounds moody, i want you to get pissed and ready to punch something and then sit down and bash the keyboard for 15 minutes. submit it. dont edit at all.

ive looked over a dozen or so of your pieces and they all have the same basic theme, and almost all of your submissions are either emotional or romantic. kick the habit and start new.

~twilight-ashes Apr 23, 2002

whoa... this poem is SO extremely well-written... i LOVE it!! Love

excellent work, you two!

(one for each of you...
... nahh, just kidding! :D (Big Grin)

... two thumbs up for the both of you! see the difference? :D (Big Grin)

)

(actually, i feel that there should be an 'I' before the 'need' in the 8th line... but s'alright :) (Smile)

)

definitely one'a my favorites nonetheless... :) (Smile)

~couchfry Apr 13, 2002

thanks for sharing this collab, it's truly melancholic. the thought of it alone makes me shiver and then wonder why.....why it has to be so, why life has to be so cruel only to protect us from reality..... the message behind is touching and sad :( (Sad)

~ there is no cure for what plagues our society, stupidity

~gaston Apr 10, 2002

i know my words will probably just be a rehash of the previous ones, but i really must say this poetry truly touches me deep. yeah, and i know that sounds cheesy too, but it's true. i can so relate to this - to the belief, the experience, and ahh... the despair.

what a perfect metaphor you've chosen as well - the comet. so beautiful, ethereal, mysterious, yet only comes rarely in our lifetime. you've definitely captured the perfect image to embody the spirit of this poetry.

i feel weird now. your poetry is not only beautiful, but powerful as well. it moves me to reminisce my own experience with the one i thought to be "my comet"...

i need a hug now. :( (Sad)

+gaston

~deathsedge Apr 4, 2002

I like this. Its unusual for a poem that isnt morbid to atract my attention but this is so well written that I had to comment. i like the flow of this and the raw emotion used. amazing stuff.

where light falls there is suffering
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Where light falls there is suffering

~mastermindg Apr 2, 2002

those last two lines are quite nice. your collabs are great, euph and deej both.
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`keen Apr 2, 2002 Writer

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damn.

and YOU of all ppl KNOW i can relate to this as it was my own shatter-resonance.

nice work you two. Thumbs Up

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~ngnd25 Apr 1, 2002 Writer

This poem touched me deeply. For there are those that are just flashes in our lives that affect us so much. This poem echos that. Thank you for sharing.

ngnd25

~gottmacher Mar 31, 2002

::Sighs softly:: So familiar, so close to the surface. Thank you for the chance to relive an old feeling through someone else.
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!namaste Mar 31, 2002

oh, you dragged a cry of pain out of me, reading this, seeing you both in it. so powerfully and well done.

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