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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
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
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.
sunk into the shrunken space
between our bodies
and divided us
like nothing could before,
like everything will
until that never again
when we will
see each other once more,
Your eyes were
that bewitching shade
of dull brown blue
with all of the light darkness
in a placid pond
around a pupil
overflowing with vacancy,
and my frowning smile.
The winter heat
fell like a rising tide
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
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
in the future.
Pretty little things called words and dustif you weren't a hypocrite,
you'd be wrapped in the sweetest
how to engulf the ocean
with your lungs
and think of how to cup it
in your hands
your broken prayers and
still be beautiful)
dance with the gypsies
(a quake in
your hips like the thrust
and the faultlines
so, so graceful)
sing with the nymphs
it's growing old,
your throat's burning dry
like a monsoon
faltering in a desert,
be nestled in a king's arms
(oh, you precious
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,
My heart beats,
because of the
A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.
Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.
Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!
I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even
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
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
By ChanceBy chance,
We shared a friend.
We talked to them at the same time.
You talked to me.
I met you.
I got very close to you.
I opened up to you more than anyone.
You let me experience a feeling I've been missing.
I became your friend.
We talked a lot.
We helped each other.
We grew farther apart.
You got better.
You got worse.
Things didn't change much.
I missed you.
I wanted to talk to you.
I lost my only chance.
I never became like them.
I stayed who I was to you.
I am still just a friend.
I helped you.
Now I want to do it all over again.
Now I want to have it lik
Why Can't I Say I Love You?Why can't I say,
I love you?
I can say it if I'm talking about it,
But I can't say it when I'm talking about you.
Am I scared to love?
Am I scared to say it?
Am I running away from it?
I try to say it,
But my mouth says something else.
I'm not doing it on purpose,
Or maybe I am,
But I don't really mean to do it.
Why can't I say,
I love you?
Do I not want to lie,
Because I'm not sure?
Is it because so many people use the word love,
When they don't mean it?
Am I afraid that I'll be just like them,
Telling you a lie about my love?
This is going to bug me forever,
Because I will always question my feelings.
Since I am never
Sticks and StonesNever let someone break you.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But your words will never hurt me.
Its meaning is much greater than it entitles.
A little kid wouldn't understand.
They would feel the pain of the sticks,
They would feel the pain of the stones.
The pain is only temporary though.
It will hurt for a while,
But after that it's gone forever.
Sticks and stones can't break you.
The words can.
That's what the phrase is there for.
It tells you to stay strong.
Don't let what someone says get to you.
Them words will last forever in your mind, forever in your heart.
Be strong and stand the physical pain,
The WriterI don't write anything.
Someone writes it for me
They are writing it for me to read.
They write it because it helps me.
They write "you" instead of "I"
Because I am not the real writer.
It is the person deep inside me,
Writing me messages.
Messages to help me grow up.
A message to help me be happy,
To cheer up,
To keep my head up.
I'm not the writer,
I am the one who is being written to.
I am the writer,
But as I see it,
These words write themselves,
As a message to me.
Your SmileRadiate me or deceive me,
You are mine to believe.
Fake or real,
It is up to me to decide.
However you mean it to be,
I don't care.
I'll have my own meaning to what it was.
I hate it,
I love it,
I want it,
I have it.
Give it to me,
Give it to her,
Give it to him,
Give it to everyone.
You show it off,
But I don't think it's on purpose.
It makes me happy,
It makes me sad,
It makes me many things,
But I never want to lose it,
Even though it's already lost.
I'll always have it in my memories.
The memories will make me cry,
The memories will make me rejoice.
I feel like something is missing.
Say hello to me
The Wings Of A ButterflyMagnificent beauty,
Flying through the sky.
It moves with beauty,
It's a wonderful thing to watch.
The wings of a butterfly,
Full of beauty,
Full of mystery.
A design everyone loves,
With colors that attract your attention.
The wings of a buttery,
They're a beautiful mystery.
I Am LostWhat should I do?
Where should I be?
What do I like better?
I don't know the answers to these questions.
I have no clue whatsoever.
I am here just to be here.
I am here because this is where I was told I should be.
What am I doing with my life?
You tell me.
I am only doing what I was told to do.
I was told to go here,
Now I am here and everyone has left me.
I am without direction.
No one can, or will, point me where I am to go.
I am at a place I feel I should not be.
Even though, technically,
This is exactly where I am suppose to be.
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More