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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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

DangerousMermaids; they seduce you then hold you under
Vampires; will kiss your lifeblood away
Mages, will turn your own mind against you
While trolls will hunt you down if you stay
Run through the woods, don’t stop for nothing
Monsters wait with jaws opened wide
Ignore that pretty elf, who’s probably plotting something dark
For she will torture you once she’s lured you inside
Orcs; will have a craving for your flesh
While dwarves are just prejudiced against your height
Dragons are very skilled when it comes to fire
While faeries will torment you throughout the night
So run little weakling, don’t stop now
The faery realm has go

Seaside HolidayI am content
to stay
a caterpillar

Who says
you have
to change?

What's so great
about being
a butterfly?

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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

Guardian lightI am protected,
both day and night.
Sheltered in your brilliance,
I am guarded by your light!

I can almost see it,
your aura so pure.
Never more alone,
you help me feel secure.

My logic may reject you,
but I do not fear.
Maybe you are a delusion,
but I can still feel you here.

Leave your hate behindThere is always a cause,
behind any evil heart.
Understand the source,
see what tore them apart.
For you may be suffering,
but so do they as well.
Do they enjoy hurting?
No, they are living in hell!
By wounding another,
you bring yourself pain.
It is a bitter irony,
suffering is all you gain.

Your anger may want revenge,
and your hate wants their pain,
but it will only make it worse,
It will make the cycle start again.
An eye for an eye,
and the world goes blind.
So please stop it now,
leave your hate behind.

Can we not be friends?No end in sight,
for our bleeding world.
Fight after fight,
my cries go unheard.
Many have been slain,
maybe it never ends.
Must we cause pain,
can we not be friends?

A war insideI 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

A common treeA pine in the forest,
so mighty, so strong!
Yet unnoticed by others,
as they pass along.
For since there are many,
nobody ever sees,
the size and grandeur,
of these common trees.

A long time it has lived,
A hundred years it has grown.
Imagine if it could talk,
What stories it must have known.

This magnificent plant,
so very old and tall,
in a way it makes me sad,
that it will have to fall.
And for something as puny,
something so very small,
as this little tiny human,
not even six foot tall.

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Exposed lies

by *Vilhelm-Johansson, Apr 21, 2012, 1:17:27 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

How clever I am,
so very cunning I can be!
Yet endlessly stupid,
I thought they would not see.
The mask I created,
has been torn away.
All my lies exposed,
nothing more I can say.

Too late to say sorry,
it is too late to explain,
for I have deceived them,
no more trust remains.

"It is the easiest way",
"They will never know".
truly I am a fool,
what was I afraid to show?

Exposed liesby *Vilhelm-Johansson

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

This is a poem I wrote a few days ago. I do not think I need to describe what it is about, it is pretty obvious.

And for once it is a poem that is not about me! However it could very well be. I have told more then my share of lies during my lifetime, and if these would be exposed then I fear that the poem would very well reflect what situation I would find myself in...

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~Kuriakyuuketsuki Apr 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Please forgive me if these next few lines of praise for your poem don't make any sense to you [still mostly asleep].

For one, I love how precise the words you choose are. It's very well written. And since I've been working on a play dealing with Shakespeare's work when I read this I read it as Hamlet spoke his "To be or not to be " monologue. xDD

*Vilhelm-Johansson Apr 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much! Do not worry, I understand you just fine.

I suppose it is a very good thing when my works starts making you think about Shakespeare!

~Kuriakyuuketsuki Apr 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Woohoo!! You're welcome ^-^

I love Shakespeare..~

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