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Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer

For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of

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.

SpeakeasyI can feel you like a phantom,
sensation without touch,
like breath in winter
or a misty mountain morning
that stays with me
until the stars fall in evening.

Your eyes contain the secrets
your lips would dare to betray,
but your body tells the story
and I am trying
to read between the lines
of your paperback smiles.

A grazing touch, a covert glance,
the memories remain
as skin grows warm and red
beneath lying fingertips
that claim incidental contact
a thousand times a day.

Of course,
it's not the kind of thing we say
when we are speaking
without talking and feeling
without touching
and thinking without knowing...

all of the things

Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet

(you tell me to be
quiet,

dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)

tonight
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name

my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words

you tell me to be
quiet
so I can hear the world breathe)

I want to go home

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.

We Can't Be Together.Every kiss you plant on my lips,
Takes a little bit of my soul away.

You're stealing the passion,
You're invading my heart,
And killing what emotion I've left untouched.
Stop this.
I can't love you.

I've tried to before,
Oh my god,
Have I tried.

Tried to unlock the doors to myself,
Tried to open up,
And let you in.
But as soon as I took one look,
Negativity took it's opportunity,
And struck the hot iron I'd been molding.

Every word you mutter
My knees falter under
You're killing me

You're my kryptonite
I'm your paradise
But in this odd peace that seems to be approaching
I can't find happiness.

We aren't meant to be together
But this

WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.

I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze

like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.

Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;

safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.

Poet as PainterThe world
Your dusty palette,
The pen
Your muddied paintbrush:

Dip into
The impossible
Colour
Of imagination

And stain
The pristine slate
With an
Image distilled.

Dry Spell I am immobilized by time.
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
fleeting,
evaporating
through the cracks of
my fingers and high

above my head.
I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
words,
silences,
or actions
could possibly satiate it.

I realize only now that it can never be filled:
all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
or stretched
so far
that it dissolves into non-being.
I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devo

BoyfriendI thought you were good.

You WERE good.

You played with my hair.

You held me when I cried.

You were a gentleman.

You made me laugh.

You kissed me.

You loved me.

I loved you.

It was then that I learned the truth.

The dirty, rotten, stinking truth.

About you!

You cheated.

You played with her hair.

You kissed her.

You loved her.

You made her laugh.

I saw you – don’t you dare deny it.

I saw you giving her that love.

That same love you gave me.

I break up with you.

You don’t even seem to care.

Did you ever love me at all?

Or was it only ever her?

Much later, you’ll realize what a mistake you made.

I

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.

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

You Don't Know ItYou don't know it, but you kept me sane
I nearly went over the edge
With a knife in one hand and a gun in the other
But you grabbed me
Pulled me back on my own two feet
Emptied my hands
And when you realized that I couldn't stand on my own
You hugged me
Like a mother would do for her child
Like a friend would do for, dare I say, another friend

You don't know it, but when you saved me
I felt free
I felt wanted
I felt needed
I felt, dare I say, loved

You don't know it, but when you showed me kindness
I fell in love
In love with your kindness
That same sweet kindness you saved me with
It felt like I found a new home
One that I could be, dare

untitledGold abundant at your feet,
Heart ripe and pumping on your sleeve,
And eternal admiration;
To say happiness has evaded you
Would be asylum-esque lunacy
For you have nothing to lose,
Fate is on your side,
The odds are in your favor infinitely
Do not waste the gift you’ve received

Pull Her Hair/Stare At The StarsThe ghosts have crashed their ship
on the other side of town,
you can see it from the second floor
all the way over here.
You can see the white clouds
rising from the wreck
and a nova of heat, a big bright
nova of warmth pulling the moths and wolves
out from the woods (with their noses up and searching).
You can smell the yearning like bees
leaving the hive, like the grizzly brown bears
on the jagged white mountains (concrete and imposing).
They call it fear,
but I see these ghosts
scrambling up into the sky
and I like to think it's
something different entirely.

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My heart. A diamondMy heart is like a diamond,
It has multiple facets,
In one,
I can see myself,
In the other,
I see a lover,
Undoubtedly lost,
Or in becoming,
I also see friends,
Always there.

I still see many other things,
All that I feel.
All that I live,
Is recorded.

Like the face of the Moon,
All the sides are not lit,
Each one its turn,
Some more than of others,
Their positions are not important,
Several light sources light them.

Like the Earth,
My sun makes me grow,
And open out my heart,
No part really died,
Even without sun in years.

It can narrow,
Or increase,
Implode of pain,
Or explode of joy,
It's all me.

A little bit of youA little bit of you:

You give a little bit of you everywhere,
When you look at someone,
When you share,
When you enjoy ,
Being with that someone.

You're special,
Like everyone,
But each one his own way.

You're clumsy,
That's your trademark,
That makes you lovely,
We always have to look out for you.

Did you cut yourself?
Did you forget your food?
Did you bring your head?
Did you trip on your own feet?

The list is endless,
But each time you hurt yourself,
You give a little bit of you,
To someone that healed you,
To someone that helped you,
To someone that caught you when you were falling.

You might be clumsy,
You might b

MusicMusic:

O music,
You soften the manners,
With you,
It’s enough to close the eyes and be carried by your soft and subtle touch,
Everyone can appreciate you,
But everyone cannot like that give up body and heart for you and listen only to your voice,
The messages you pass are much softer,
That if they were pronounced by the most beautiful voice,
You are uncultural,
Timeless,
Eternal,
O music,
I sing you in this day when your notes bring a joy and an emotion able to write a thousand words,
I sing your praises,
Even without pronouncing a single sound you can make yourself understand ,
Do, Ré, Mi, Fa, Sol, Là, Si, Do

I wantI want:
I want to again see you laughing and smiling.
I want you to tell me I love you.
I want you to tell me all the things you never told me.
I want to hold you in my arms.
I want to feel your odour.
I want to taste your lips again.
I want you to forgive me.
I want you to trust me.
I want to be your half.
I want to forget your defects.
I want to forget all the horrible things we said.
I want you to be in my dreams.
I want you to tell me about you.
I want to never again dispute me with you.
I want it to be like before.
Over all these desires,
I simply want you to be happy.

My museWho gives me all these words,
Who entrusts all her pains to me,
I dedicate this continuation of words to you,
Noble,
You transformed them,
Far,
Very far across the horizon,
You didn’t know it,
Now I show it to you,
Thanks to this point which ravels,
I can bring more now to my thoughts,
However all this would not be possible,
Without all that we say, tell, entrust.

You bring the ideas to me,
I make sentences of them,
You are the author,
I am only the writer.
For still a long time I hope,
You will give me the light,
To write these clear things,
Who fill the paper,
As soon as an idea is born,
Of these brains and these

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I sink

by ~tursiops33, Aug 19, 2012, 9:41:56 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I sink

Each day I sink a bit more

The first day I just knee in water
I pray that everything I'm hearing
That everything I'm seeing
That everything I'm feeling
Is just an illusion.

The second day I lay down
Water starts covering my ears
So I don't hear all those beautiful things

Then water starts covering my mouth
So I'm unable to speak
To yell at the dark
To shot curses at the void

Now the water is covering my eyes
So that i can't see your beauty anymore
I'm blind to everything that could cause me joy
I'm blind to everything that could cause me pain

Finally the water covers my nose
So that I can't breath anymore
Why breath without you?
Why live if I can't see you?
Why live of I can't hear your sweet words?

Why live if I can't say I love you?
Why live if I can't see your beauty anymore?
Why live?
Why breath?

I will lay down and keep sinking
Rejoin the darkness
Be crushed by the pressure
And then just vanish.

I sinkby ~tursiops33

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Inspired by a little comic I'm reading at the moment.
No need to tell you it's a gloomy comic...

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~Bewildered-Soul Mar 26, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This is simply amazing, this is a great piece

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~tursiops33 Mar 27, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you really appreciated!

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~Bewildered-Soul Mar 27, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

My pleasure

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~Cookie-Ice Aug 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Oh... I cried...

I loved it though. It was amazing!!

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~tursiops33 Aug 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah it's very emotional, I'm glad you like it.

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~Cookie-Ice Aug 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I don't like it...

I love it...

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~tursiops33 Aug 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Well even better

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~Cookie-Ice Aug 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Exactly.

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