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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

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.

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.

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

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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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

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?

Exposed liesHow 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?

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Guardian light

by *Vilhelm-Johansson, May 31, 2012, 11:20:35 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I 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.

Guardian lightby *Vilhelm-Johansson

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I got the inspiration for writing this poem after I had listened to some guided meditation that was supposed to show you your spirit guide.
I am not really a believer in that kind of things, I was listening to it in order to help me relax, however it actually worked really well! And even though it may only be a figment of my imagination, if it helps me feel more secure and less lonely by imagining that I have some kind of guide watching over me, then I guess that imagining it is a good thing!

So that is the story of this poem, I hoped you liked it! If you didn't then feel free to tell me why, criticism is always welcomed!

And by the way, if you are interested then the guided meditation I listened to is on youtube, it is really relaxing and I recommend it. Anyway, here is the link: [link]

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~Kuriakyuuketsuki May 31, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Wow ^-^ I really liked this one. Addresses the debate between logic and the topic. Which is strained o.o;

*Vilhelm-Johansson Jun 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Debates often are.

Anyway, I am glad that you liked it! It is always nice to know that ones works are appreciated!

~Kuriakyuuketsuki Jun 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Indeed...

You're welcome ^-^ And yes I like your work a lot o:

*Vilhelm-Johansson Jun 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

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