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The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.

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

Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.

with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
and sleep-heavy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
optic nerves,
and here you are:
facing a choice between
on
and
out.
and this?
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
weightless ache--
this is what
gone
feels like.

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.

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

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Never can I be sad
Never can I be troubled
Never can I be MAD!

I try to be calm and stoic,
never releasing any emotion.
I just keep it bottled up
but it's like containing a raging ocean.

It is hopeless,
the cracks are showing.
I have to find release
so I begin writing.

I type, type, type
letting it all out.
Or else I will explode,
and we don't want that.

Writing about nothing,
writing about everything.
I don't really care,
as long as I write something!

My muse is laughing now,
hehehe, oh damn so am I!
But we do that all the time
just don't ask why.

Typing, typing, hatred, love
pain and anguish!
We thrive upon those

Love enslavesI don't want to love you,
but I have no choice.
My mind is too weak
to ignore the hearts voice.

I crawl for you
I have become your slave.
I do anything for you:
Your wish I have to obey.

Love enslaves,
it bind me, tortures me.
I wish for nothing else
then to once again be free.

No matter what I do,
You are always on my mind.
I have tried everything
to leave you behind.

I hate to love you,
I despise my heart.
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to break me apart?

But even after all this,
no matter what I endure,
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why I am not really sure...

Karlek forslavar (Swedish poem)Jag vill inte älska dig
men jag har inget val.
Mitt sinne är för svagt
för att ignorera hjärtats kval.

Jag krälar för dig
är inget mer än din slav.
Jag gör allt för dig:
dina önskningar är mina krav

Kärlek förslavar,
det binder, torterar mig.
Jag önskar inget mer
än att få glömma dig.

Vad jag än försöker mig på
så är alltid där, i mitt sinne.
Tro mig jag har försökt allt
för att radera dig från mitt minne.

Jag hatar att älska dig,
jag avskyr mitt hjärta.
Varför vill det så gärna
min egen frihet fjättra?

Men oavsett allt detta,
trots allt jag måste utstå,
vill jag fortfarande stanna
och det kan jag inte förstå...

To ConformIn the dark of the night,
here I can rest unseen.
Here I am free to dream
of how things might have been.

I remember that long ago
I was always so very kind.
Those were the good times,
when I was just a innocent child.

But that was a long time ago
and I have learned, I have grown.
I have become a man
although it has cost me my soul.

I was taught to be tough
to never, ever feel.
Taught that I must be cold,
and be hard like steel.

But although I have grown
inside I am still the same little child.
The child who want to laugh and be happy,
not pretending to be tough all the time.

I dream of living as myself
but I know that it can never be.
F

Voices in her earVoices in her ear

She wished to no longer be alone,
but she never wanted this.
They came to her as she despaired
promising her the way to bliss.

Voices only she can hear

They speak of her darkest dreams
goading her to embrace her anger.
They can see who she really is
and how close she is to surrender

Voices that she so wisely fear

She refuses to become a monster,
yet she knows that she cannot win.
One day she will eventually surrender
for her heart is already black with sin.

Voices that only laughs and sneer

There is only one thing she can do
before she will cause others pain.
With the voices laughing in her ears,
this little girl go

Just being evilI know I am evil,
I know I am probably insane.
But this is who I am,
who are you to complain?

It is not like I try to be evil.
Hard to believe, but its true!
I could do what is right,
but why would I want to?

After all, I am so happy,
I am where I want to be.
Even if I could change
I would still want to be me.

It is like the world approves
of my horrendous deeds.
I am not punished, but rewarded
so I guess this is the right path for me.

So go ahead, hate me, curse me,
spit at the very sound of my name.
But know that I am just being me
so why should I be ashamed?

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To burn a heart

by *Vilhelm-Johansson, Sep 2, 2012, 9:11:33 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I 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?
Maybe your fate,
is actually my own concern?

You claim I am unhappy,
that I am in pain…
You mean I should help them,
do good for my own gain?

So not out of duty
I help others for my own sake!
I should have listened to you,
but I guess I was blind with hate.

Together we are one,
never will I reject you again!
From now we do as we wish,
we have shattered our chain!

To burn a heartby *Vilhelm-Johansson

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Well, this was supposed to be about how I stopped doing what others told me to do and instead began doing things because I wanted to...But it ended up being a bit more extreme. But still, I like it this way and that is what counts I guess.

Also my first poem In a looong time. I really should write more often...

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!Secrets49 Sep 5, 2012

I LOVE poetry and try to do my best at it... But I've done nothing this amazing!! I love it!

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Mood: Amazed

*Vilhelm-Johansson Sep 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Wow, thank you!

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*BMC-Photography Sep 5, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

Nice tug of war with the emotions throughout the poem...life is like that and i relate to poetry that expresses that too. Good work.

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Mood: Joy

*Vilhelm-Johansson Sep 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you, glad you like it!

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~Kuriakyuuketsuki Sep 3, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Yes you should write more often!
This was beautiful and fiery!
You really do have a gift for writing ^-^ Use it more!

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Mood: Awestruck

*Vilhelm-Johansson Sep 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Really? Thank you so much!

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~Kuriakyuuketsuki Sep 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Yes really! xD
You're welcome

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