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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

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.

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

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

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.

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.

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

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Maybe it is not too late...I have done so very little,
I have let my life slip away.
Imagine what I could have been
If I hadn't wasted day after day.

It is the depth of despair
to know what one could have been.
To always look back in shame
and know that it is too late for me.

But maybe it's not yet over,
blood still flows in my veins.
Much time have been lost
But a little still remains.

Although it is forever gone
everything that I could have been,
I can still choose to fight
and carve a better life for me.

With so much time lost
I can no longer live in regret.
Now is my time to rise
with blood, tears and sweat!

Now I go towards a bright future,
c

This is where we partTo be with you
is to be in bliss.
I would do anything
just to feel your kiss.

Yes, I believe I love you,
and I know you love me.
If we would be together
how happy we would be!

This is my heart's desire,
to love you until the end.
I would be your shield,
your lover and friend.

Sadly I know
this cannot be
For in your dreams
there is no room for me.

So farewell my love
this is where we part.
I rather live in loneliness
then having to break your heart.

Behind my maskI ask myself: what is he?
What does the mask hide?
What is this thing I call me,
what am I inside?
I once wore a mask,
but now I see that as me.
Have I really forgotten,
what I am supposed to be?

How did this happen,
who made me this way?
I know the answer is me,
I am the only one to blame.
I did create this mask
Because I was too afraid,
to face the world as myself
and the people it contained.

But what did it do?
It made me forget how to be!
What I once called a mask
is what I now call me.

Oh how I would scream,
if only I remembered how.
It is a distant dream,
for me to be free now.

So please do not be me,
learn fro

The Voice of AggressionWhy do you care for them
when no one cares for you?
You pretend to be the good son,
but we both know that isn't true.

Or do you really believe
in this pathetic compassion?
Listen to my advice
I will show your true passion!

For I gaze into your heart
and see only hatred burning bright.
I can see your twisted dark soul
that finds others pain such a delight.

Still believe you are noble,
you little creature of hate?
I am your true nature,
I am your true fate.

You wonder what I am?
I am what you are afraid to be!
I am part of the human that is you
the part that you refuse to see.

Why do you fight your nature
even if it is that

To burn a heartI have been raised
to live as a thrall.
Forced to help others,
living as a slave for all.

Finally I understand,
their beliefs are not mine.
My destiny is my own,
I do not have to be benign!

For why should I care?
They mean nothing to me!
No longer will I suffer,
I will finally be free!

No more empathy,
that can cause me pain!
No more bonds on my soul,
I can finally live again!

Yet what is struggling,
Is this…my heart?
You want me to help them,
want me to do my part…

Bah! I know you,
I loathe you still!
I burn you again and again,
until you obey my will!

…But why do I suffer
the more I let you burn?
May

Thoughts in a GraveyardA graveyard lies silent,
lit only by the evening sun.
I walk among the tombstones
wondering when I will be gone.

I read one of them,
for me nothing but a name.
But behind it lies a story
of both happiness and pain.
Hundreds upon hundreds
lies here forever sleeping.
But everyone have once lived,
been both laughing and weeping.

I wonder if I will be mourned
when my body is completely rotten.
Will I be remembered and missed
or will I be completely forgotten?
But even those who might mourn
in time they will also pass away.
Everything will someday cease,
in the end nothing escapes decay.

Yet I am content, death I no longer fear

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A war inside

by *Vilhelm-Johansson, Apr 17, 2012, 12:23:14 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I try to be my best,
And to do what is right,
It is why my will and I,
Are having this fight.

The battle began,
The day when I swore,
That I would be better;
That I would become more.
I rejected myself,
The me I would not permit,
But now later I know,
There is no escaping it.
For the part that I denied,
Wanted to be free.
It wished to be heard,
No longer strangled by me.

The rift began to grow,
And now we are two,
Both believe to know,
What is the right thing to do.

It is a struggle,
Of me versus I,
A battle of ideas,
A war inside.

But although they fight,
There is no hate,
For they are both me,
They share the same fate.
I treasure them both,
And listen to what they say;
For both are my guides,
And right in their own way.

A war insideby *Vilhelm-Johansson

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

First of all: No, I have not become insane...I think

But yes, I am a split person. The two sides of me is the man I am, and the man I want to be. One could say it is the battle where my will and intellect is trying to subdue my habits and "negative" emotions. It feels like there is two different sides of me that is trying to persuade me to do what they think is right

This battle has been going on for quite some time, ever since when I realised that there was parts of me that I needed to change. That was when who I am began to be separate to what I wanted to be.
I have learned a few things since then, first I tried to simple suppress and deny the parts of me that I wanted to be rid of. However I now know that you can not change yourself by denying what you are, one need to accept oneself, even the bad parts, if one is to change. If one denies oneself then the denied parts will still be there, and believe me, they will make themselves know.

And that is the inspiration for this poem...it is a bit hard for me to describe this to others, since it is about my own mind.

Also any criticism is very much welcome, I often tend to be blind to my own faults you see.

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*EbolaBear Mar 21, 2013

The best thing about a war inside is you always win!

Nice work.

*Vilhelm-Johansson Mar 22, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you! Yeah but you always loses as well!

*EbolaBear Mar 22, 2013

I'm an optimist

~pmcde7 Sep 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I really enjoyed reading this; it holds so much symbolism for me as I often feel the same way

*Vilhelm-Johansson Sep 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Really? It is nice to know that I am not the only one.

Also, thank you, I am happy that you enjoyed it!

~Noise-in-silence May 11, 2012

Very very nice ! Well done !

*Vilhelm-Johansson May 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!

~Kuriakyuuketsuki Apr 17, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Wow! That was really good. I like the words you choose, it really helped the poem flow.

The idea, well I guess the situation you revolved the poem around made it more powerful. You did a really good job here. There isn't really much I can say for you to fix because I don't think there's another word that shares a similar if not the same meaning as "that". Otherwise your poem was really good ^-^

And no you're not insane. x3

*Vilhelm-Johansson Apr 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you! Glad you liked it, and I am really thankful for your feedback!

~Kuriakyuuketsuki Apr 17, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Always happy to help someone out ^-^ Oh I read all of your other poems. They're really good. I like your style. :] I enjoy experiencing more of your work later on.

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