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softenedthe sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
alone.

in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
raven,
black as night and
just as hopeful.

and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.

I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
me.

Two SoulsCould I touch a silent thought?
Could I know the colour of a word?
Could I hear the universe full of stars?
Could I hold the sea in my arms?
Could I stroke your voice?
Could I live in your heart?

A song never sung
A paper never drawn
A game never won
A man never loved

A flower that moves
A bird on my hair
A tree always blue
Spring
one love
two souls
my world
and you.

AirI want to lose myself
in an illogical need
for love.

I want to remember
to forget
how to breathe.

What is Air
if not you?

Warm BodiesNothing around but air to pierce the quietness that surrounds the grace of these lustful souls,

Clouding together with interchanging hearts going along with the musing beats, tones of which

Knock the desolate sounds of blood, coming together sliding back and forth like oozing drips of

Honey such a pastoral scene hidden beneath the charm of the shadows, from which love abides

Like a melody composed of two lovers, only now to see lights fading away, with feelings going far

Away with such perception, what deviant ways perceive as to disregard, and leave only now to

Sleep to dream…..

TnM: Me amas real o no?Era un soleado día en Daneville, nuestra pelirroja favorita aun dormía plácidamente –u-
Isabella: Marie ya levántate
Marie: 5 minutos más *se tapa la cabeza con la almohada*
Isabella: ¬¬ Marie
Marie: bien bien*se levanta y se empieza a listar*
Isabella: bueno te veo abajo *se va*
Marie: lalalala oliendo las lindas rosas *cambiándose*
OoOoOoOoOoOo DEPUES DE CANTAR Y ALISTARSE OoOoOo
Marie: *se va a las escaleras*
¿??: Te quedaste hablando con jazz toda la noche de nuevo?
Marie: bueno podría decirs-..Papa?!! Como lo sabes?
Phineas: tengo contactos
Marie: o metiste grabadora

~I shall never stop loving thee~My powdered lips shall kiss thee through this ever lasting love
your beauty intensifies my satisfaction
O, tis' be you my darling, my one and sweet caressed heart
Shoot a bullet through my skull, tis' only the most dainty way I show thou love for thee.

Thy heart shall never stop beating for thee
He, be this time were I shall daunt my passion for thee.
so soft and abase
how I feel sorry for thee
trapped by endless monsoons of terror
let me hold thee and love you endlessly

Will thy be my lover?
Be my daunty heart?
If thy say Ye, then I eternal happiness shall last forever

Be thy love and I shall take care of thee forever
Never leave thy, The

RozeAm văzut niște roze întunecate, cu spini,
Le-am atins și m-am rănit,
și am mers mai departe...
Am văzut niște roze de un roșu aprins, cu spini,
Le-am atins și m-am rănit,
și am mers mai departe...
Am văzut niște roze albe, fără spini,
și am trecut mai departe...

The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.
Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.
A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.
He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen.

That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.
Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.
In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.
As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.
A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken.

He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.
Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.
Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.
Pulling out hi

~Love~Love is like power
its strong but can only last so long...

Many people believe there is a red string connected with your soul mate
But strings can snap eventually...

Golden hearts connected together.
Then to rust and break...

love can make you happy and positive
but also sad and negative
very regretful too...

But pay close attention, you'll only get this once.
Pick your partner carefully.
They may just pick your forever..

♥

I LoveDear Lover,

I love what we have,
And not what we need,
Or should be:

Strong,

Whole,

Or perfect.

I love the way we function,
When we're nearly dead,
The way you:

Hit me,

Scream,

Or punch.

I love the way my heart thuds,
When I relinquish the sweet air
In exchange for:

Your breath,

Your toxic fumes,

And I choke.

I love it,
I love it,
I love you.

Sincerely, the Heartbroken

Down The Rabbit HoleHere and now I would flock to you in a heartbeat.
One day though, you’re worried I may fly away instead of to your rescue.
So clip my wings and drop me down the rabbit hole.

Put my loyalty to the ultimate test.
Just don’t let the dreadful hole land in Alice’s Wonderland.
Instead, drop me in the dungeon with in your mind.

Leave the dungeon’s exist doors slammed shut
But make the keys worst hiders than I am a seeker
While allowing me the choice of you or my freedom.

Display all your secrets as a piece of loot.
While lacing the good in riddles for me to solve,
And drenching the dark in booby traps for me to disarm.

Le

Lesbian first kiss~laying together, on the bed.
Not touching, I go closer in
Snuggling into you a bit
I play with your cheek,
you play with my hair

I go closer and snuggle..
This time my head
is gently on your shoulder
You snuggle back into my neck
Looking at your face, then your eyes
Your eyes are looking at my lips
I gently grab your chin and lift

I can see your face in perfect view,
you get scared and look down..
I reassure you with a hug.
Look back into your eyes
grab your chin and kiss..

I can feel our lips tremble,
frightened; wanting more
Slowly but gently kissing
explosions of emotions
Beams of sweat on palms
We part away for a second

We kiss again with more confidence
touching each others bodies
stroking slowly, at each others curve

rippleshow many ripples you can cause
in the ocean of someone's heart,
each person has a tidal system they must abide and sometimes,
(even though you know better than to fight the waves)
you can't help but fool yourself into thinking
you can dive a little deeper.
(even though you're running out of air already)

and i am already becoming an expert in
clasping my hands together just right
so that it feels like someone else's fingers
interlaced with mine,

i know how to drape one leg over the other
to make it seem as though it's your ankle touching my foot
i press my back to the pillow beside me,
pretend its more than
just my body warmth heati

That Thing Called LoveA moment
A kiss
This feeling
A wish

A gesture
A touch
These feelings
Too much

Descriptions
Depictions
No words
Can be written

This love
A thought
This knowing
Is enough

Condemned AloneI always fail in love;
No matter the man I'm with,
He will leave eventually.

My heart rarely smiles
Ripped apart like a curtain
Of memories that
Fades with morning light.

And if I put my trust in you,
Will I regret it, only time will know.

Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lonely eternity?

I'm not sure what to believe;
All these years exposed to lies,
I am filled with bitterness.

I am their puppet;
Strings attached,
They reduce me to worthlessness
Incapable to thrive.

Too scared to leap beyond the moon
Where lovers reside in harmony.

Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lonely eternity?

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there was a whisper in my chestthere is a whisper in my chest
like the cadence
of a butterfly's sandpaper wings;
it's a quiet sort of uncomfortable.

"settle, flighty soul,"
i plead,
but the beating rips through my ears
and drums in my veins;

so i set free its soul
and ripped off its wings.

i will smother the moths,
i will steady myself, and i
will write my own songs to sing.

narrow and distanttwilight perfumed herself with dew
and hummed along
with my dull, thudding,
train-tracked heartbeats.
i breathed her in, holding her there,
not wanting our song to end.

our echoes were narrow and distant,
like waters in a riverbed,
and she lulled me to sleep while caressing my skin.

i tell her
(time and again)
that i will watch for the end with her;
but she quiets me
with a kiss
and i rest under the weight of my
humdrum siren.

jesus would, but i don't.i think jesus would say the "f" word.
i think he'd have tattoos
and piss people off
to make a point.
i think he'd love everyone

(except for lesbians);
and his love for sister
would be
all wrong.

i think jesus would say the "f" word
but when you say it
i'm going to crucify you
right up there with him.

i am not perfect
but i believe in a god of grace
that washes me (in the same
dirty water as the rest of us
murderers).

i think jesus would say the "f" word
and i don't realize
how stupid i sound.

nothingsometimes the dark is all that binds us
to one another.
light becomes deleterious,
sounding to somber seams
and threatening fractures.

we weave a blanket
of the void between us
and find comfort in our wanting.
even with my boyish fingers
i am not strong enough;
i cannot outlast
the mushrooming chasms.

i bury the empty in the rocks
of my stomach
but it blooms beneath my breast.
it pushes against me
filling my cavity
with a thing
that will never be destroyed.

i am free and weighted.
my breathing is hollow;
my anthem is jaundiced
and my spore-song
is suff-
ocating
all of
me.

five years too latei am too old
(the life expectancy for women in my family
is twenty-nine
by which time they are lost to their addictions
if they aren't already gone)
and you are gone.

the days pass quickly
and dawn does not exist
and i get nothing done
(but i worry
and i wait
and i wait
and on a good day i hope).

lately,
even my words and emotions betray me;
i cannot write what i feel if my heart is unsteady
(and my heart is unsteady
as the waves which press against the shore
and in another glance skitter away).

i have been rotting since the day i was born
and while everyone else is too busy being oblivious to the obvious
i have been infecting them with my

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the storm inside the calm

by *Hfeather53, Dec 7, 2012, 6:34:23 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

silence binds us in this faithful dance
children watching butterflies
our eyes smile -
through closed lips

your pulse flutters in your neck
while your muscles tense, pulling me to you

your heart latches to mine
just as the others it's tried
with so many ill attempts

your breath on my neck numbs my pain
as the thread pulls our pulp together
and i fasten it with kisses of
a butterfly's persuasion
gentle -
being careful not to aggravate the bruises

with the mirrors of your eyes
you hear chasteness humming in my
soul's refrain as each i-love-you
rips across my eyelashes and into sewn strings
plucking out our sweetly bitter symphony

- and that's when you sing
with each tear joining my delicate strums
sparking together, our hearts jolt
full of life

the storm inside the calmby *Hfeather53

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

because sometimes everything looks peaceful when it's being ripped apart and rebuilt

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so many prompts, so few titles - suggestions?

Critique by ~Michel-le-fou Dec 9, 2012, 11:26:55 PM

Breathtaking at least.
The choice of words and line lengths is original, to start. I enjoyed these. I always find pleasure with writers/poets with similar inclinations to mine. The total arrangement was very charming and a worthy read. Regarding length, I noticed that your stanza formation reflected your attention(?) and desire, which is always the inclination of a poet. You mentioned "silence" in the first line, so I wondered that it may determine the length and subject of this piece. The first fur lines were very charming as a beginning. The description of hearts and pulses was exciting. As to the remainder, it was nothing short of exciting. Well-done!

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*bloodawni Jan 28, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

So. Pretty.

*Hfeather53 Jan 28, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!

~dancingdawn62 Dec 10, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Wow. This is beautiful - stunning. Imaginative and very well-written. Congrats on doing a great job.

*Hfeather53 Dec 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much! <3

~dancingdawn62 Dec 10, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You're welcome.

*enigmaticsmile Dec 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I do feel a great and calm effort behind this work and the imagery you have chosen to weave into it. Normally, when people see "love poems", they dismiss them. In this case, though, you have done an excellent job of keeping the reader's interest by keeping the reading intriguing.

If I may offer a few points:

2nd line, 1st stanza- it flows better without "like". We're mature readers, and we'll know that you're making an analogy to children watching butterflies and not actually discussing them as the subject.

1st line, 2nd stanza- ask yourself if you need "and I feel". If you just say "your pulse flutters in your neck" it already implies that you, the speaker, are feeling the pulse because there's no other way you'd know it was happening.

Generally, I feel like you've got a lot of talent wrapped up in this one, but you're not secure in yourself as a writer yet.

Take off the training wheels of words such as "like" and this poem will balance and go forth on its own. Trust me.

Nice worth, I am very, very impressed!

*Hfeather53 Dec 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you for the feedback and the prompt and for being so wonderful. (=

*enigmaticsmile Dec 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'll take credit for the first two - the last one is a matter of opinion.

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*atlantic-lungs Dec 7, 2012 Student Writer

This is so beautiful!

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