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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
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
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
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.
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
Here and There, Now and ThenBurnt umber dawn, swaying electric trees
Thousands of souls chant in the summer wind
Journals of the dead are read by schoolchildren
They awake shaking someone else's dreams from their heads

Static electricity on the nape of your neck
In the television, on your phone, in your dinner
The calling of a murder of crows from the trees
You remember the view from the hospital room window

A smorgasbord of life and limb, death and decay
The antiseptic smell has an undercoating of rot and dirt
Talismans won't work any more than prayers and candles
Soldiers still fight lost wars, glory in the faded night

Tall fences are built to keep the worlds separ
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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.
Have i already fallen?Am I a monster,
like my evil kin?
Have I already fallen,
am I bound to sin?

All their horrors,
are they mine as well?
Am I already guilty,
a creature from hell?
On this backA desert rests on a grain of sand,
A ocean floats on a single drop.
On this back lies the fate of the world,
on a grain of sand,
a single drop.
TerrorThere Terror lay,
the guard of hells.
He drags you away,
when danger he smells.
My own chainPrisoner of my king,
The lord of myself.
Hold by the strongest chain,
In this place I will remain.

Of duty it is forged,
Of duty it is maintained.
And so here I remain,
Bound by my own chain.

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Thoughts in a Graveyard

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A 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.
My life will end, but until then I am here.
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I started writing this poem after passing through the local graveyard, there is nothing better than a visit there to make you start thinking about death and the meaning of life. :)
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*Retrubutionist777 Sep 20, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
This is so beautiful! And also this is something I think about a lot. So deep and filled with thoughtful emotion. Absolutely wonderful!
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*Vilhelm-Johansson Sep 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much! I am glad that you liked it and could relate to it! :)
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Mood: Wow! ~XDLISANDRA Jun 19, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I love your depth and how it ponders what will happen afterwards. It is a poem that makes you really think! Great job, I love it! ~XD
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*Vilhelm-Johansson Jun 22, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! :hug:
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Mood: Love ~Pagan-Moon-Dreamer Jun 10, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
Wonderful poem. :)
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*Vilhelm-Johansson Jun 10, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you!
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~Pagan-Moon-Dreamer Jun 10, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
No prob. Ah can you make me a favor go on my poems and see if you like any and comment? pls
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*Vilhelm-Johansson Jun 10, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Sure thing, why not. :)
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~Pagan-Moon-Dreamer Jun 10, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
Ok thanks. You're the best. :)
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~Kuriakyuuketsuki Jun 8, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Wow this was really good.
It was really deep and powerful too.
The idea behind it really brought up a lot of emotions in my mind and eyes.
I really loved this poem. You're a very good writer ^-^

And if it helps any, I know you'll be missed. :]
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