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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

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.

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

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

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.

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 only one to ever say those words to calm the rage.

You saw the person in me and you didn't cower back,
I miss that single moment like an organ that I lack.

I barely keep on living to spite that broken lie,
Forever on my eyelids I am haunted by your eyes.

I always thought you loved me and then you went and left,
And of all the lovely memories there's only one I kept.

Do you remember when you looked me in the eye,
The only one who thought of love and not how they would die.

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Now it means so little that I barely can remember,
You gave it to another as I dreamed about a ring,
I guess the words you said to me, they never meant a thing.

It took me years to grow it back, this crooked, little grin,
The scars you left me, ever present, tearing from within,
You don't remember how you felt or why you threw away,
The smile that I gave to you in hopes you'd never stray.

You never really missed me while I slowly fell apart,
Things were never what they seemed, not even at the start.

And What of Freedom?Hypocrisy, society, synonyms in harmony,
We lead the people thoughtlessly into a sea of demonry,
The only honors given are those given for fear,
The self is all that matters, all that's really dear in here.

The United States of Freedom, the Motel of the Brave,
What happened to the five star goals at which we used to aim,
Let's feed our people breakfast as we rob them of their shame,
Who cares what morals each may lose, they learn to play the game.

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Misjudged by those who love him as he saunters to his grave,
His grave was opened for him, by the friends he loved to keep,
His one and only missing from the scene that paints his grief.

The Knight walks to his tombstone, and slowly takes his place,
And the earth is piled there atop his gentle, smiling face,
The shovels held by loved ones as his eyes wander around,
The only sound he hears now is the wind within her gown.

The only sound that's absent is the only one he hears,
The sound that represents the madness that he fears,
"So she didn't come to see me, even in my shallow

A Call to ArmsAll I ever wanted was a fairy tale of gold,
The things they tell the stories of,
With romances of old.

But chivalry is dead these days and Knights roll in their graves,
And thus I seat my lonely throne in the Motel of the Brave.

A land that's built on freedom has stripped away our love,
Replaced it with possessions we pay for with our blood.

I sit here and I wonder what's become of those we trust,
The ones who end up leaving us a cloud built up of dust.

I'm sorry that I'm different and that I disagree,
But I cannot simply spectate the horrors which we see.

All I ever wanted is all I cannot have,
And it crushes like an anvil that's

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Tired Eyes

by ~Tsukinushi, Mar 28, 2012, 8:06:18 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I'm the guy your eyes pass over as they make their way to him,
And you think that I don't notice, for I wear this crooked grin,
My grin is not a smile but a smirk full of contempt,
For I watch your eyes pass by me as if I were exempt.

Cry yourself to sleep wishing for a love that's oh so true,
All the while passing over what's in front of you,
Eyes that are so tired and a grin that never wins,
I appologize for my appearance, please do seek within.

Souls are not shown publicly, contrary to belief,
Thus your eyes pass by me and never seem to meet,
My little private smile, a mockery of you,
For I know the wishes made at night, alone towards the moon.

You may call me bitter, you may call me many names,
I earned each and every misnomer from others just the same,
I'm the guy with tired eyes that watches you pass by,
And you will never notice but I will never cry.

Tired Eyesby ~Tsukinushi

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

this one is garbage too, I don't know, I can't write lately

~Kuriakyuuketsuki Mar 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

That was amazing. I really like the word choice you used here. It made it so powerful.

~Tsukinushi Mar 28, 2012

Heyyy thanks

~Kuriakyuuketsuki Mar 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Welcome! So don't say it was garbage o: give yourself more credit sir!

~Tsukinushi Mar 28, 2012

Most of my other stuff is better which is why i said that :3333

~Kuriakyuuketsuki Mar 29, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Okay gomen ne but I still really like this one o;

~Tsukinushi Mar 29, 2012

Hahahahaha you mix Japanese with English that's adorable~~

Its okay, thank you much (:

~Kuriakyuuketsuki Mar 29, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

>~< you're welcome much..~ x3

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