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Untouchedquestion marks rest
on his parted lips in eternal curiosity -
unconditional love's open-mouthed kiss;

flower petal cheeks
and poster child eyes for the hopeful -
I pray he never sees the world for what it is.

O FevraleWitching hour, welcomed with a sigh,
bare-breasted and ink-stained in the night.
Half in love in this half-life half-light;

pisat O Fevrale navsnryd, dreaming
of the gods. Wanderer, today I died and
died again, and whispered prayers

to clasped hands… until the nestled
droplets fell away like sunrays at dusk;
and when moonrise came, I sang again.

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it's on those cold mornings
when you are nothing but indrawn breath
swirling and knitted up inside too-big
skin and weightless bones--
when the horizon arches up against
the half-thawed tendrils of sunrise
and smiles
with golden teeth,
and smiling, begs--
it's on those cold mornings
when leaving is easiest.
the car will be cold, and you will
shiver, and the engine,
much too loud,
will smack of blasphemy
but you will find peace in the steady roll
of tarmac and the yellowing light
spilling across it,
with dust motes kicked up and carried
like fish in the undertow.
when you come to that first
crossroads, it will shock you:
the way the decision hangs there
trembling and desperate--
but there are no right answers and you will not
hesitate. and each successive choice
will be made of its own accord,
and you will roll the windows down,
and draw down the scent of ear

TitanicSo you've decided to be a shipwreck
just to taste the Atlantic open
between your lips
and soak your lungs in saltwater
until your limbs turn to bones
and grow their own crust,

a new orphanage
for the school striving
in the depths of the underworld.

WelcomeI'm ready for a romance to ravage my heart and tear apart my
dusty limbs, I'm waiting for someone to take my breath and
never give it back; I'm prepared to sell all I was for a trip
somewhere new - beyond the paper mistakes I sailed away
down the river long ago. (even rocks and leaden thoughts
won't let the truth sink.)

I left my being somewhere under a waning summer sun
when the trees hummed melodies of moving on;
my soul still stays there, porous and pining and
lost. Dying stars don't lead home.

I suppose
it's more than just losing
your words, it's losing
you

too.

I am someone who mourns Sunday morning for another lost
w

calamity.the poor boy got a lecture from deaths secretary
"deaths busy enough as it is without walk ins"
"but it was urgent," he stutters.
"it couldn't wait, it was now or never"
he was simply told
"take a number, and wait over there with the rest
who 'couldn't wait' "

caring for p(o)etsscribbling down vicious verses on
tissue napkins while seated at
the corner of a sidewalk cafe is
about as romantic, raw and
honest a p(o)et
-outside of the four corners of your bedpost-
can get

if you've got that person dreading over
drafts and dreams on end
-of you, for you-
consider yourself a new owner
it is now time to
tame this p(o)et's perverse mane
you've got your hands on
a fragile purebred
which can be very tricky for
first timers

WyattWhite-knuckled as water
hemlock hanging
onto Queen Anne's
lace perception,

you waver like a screen door, rusty
springs all choked, twisted
inside you. Roughhewn son

of bluegrass summer, flutter forth
on rotten wood heels. Eye
the thin-thin creek so nervous,
while poison wires you

ripe to run.

10 Monthsi.
He looks at me with smiles
crystalline in eyes as big as the sky
but more blue.

&.
He may be fascinated by
everything,
but he doesn't love anything
as much as he loves
me.

ii.
He wears joy on his hands,
and his mouth opens wide to the sky
when it rains.

&.
I wish anything was
half as beautiful to me
as everything is to him.

Breaking BurdensThe unspoken rules of society:
when your hands can mimic birds
at 4 am,
tell me your stories
and defy the sky.

It only lasts a little while.

Regarding ProtocolThis
sunrise
is not what
I imagined--
the breathless tide of a love I can't keep.

fast-forward through the goodbyesthis is the beginning of the end
“i know you,” he says.
and he looks defeated, he looks sad, he looks like
he's a boy who may one day realize how much
he cares for you, so you cut him off and say,
“minus all the secrets i don’t tell anyone.”
“well, yeah, minus those.”
“then you don’t know me at all.”

and then you tell him,
i love you. but you don’t use those words
because those are taboo. are jinxed.
are knock on wood three times fast.
instead you press him in a hug and say,
i’m sorry, knowing he won’t understand
that this is the first time you ever cared for some

Sewer-Rat SentimentsWhen every ounce of
all you hold precious
begins to
rust like
"under-resourced"
men's tin roofs
and all your memories are but
floating along
the slum area
streets
towards the sewage
amidst another
frightening
flash flood

When all your aches
and woes
resurface with
all the time you've spent
wallowing instead of solving and
you realize
too late how
right now
you are
repeating the same
sick cycle
and that cynical is
the only way you
know how
to cope
to kill
your dreams
your soul

When each day is a
reminder of
how poor you'll always be
in your reflection
and
in your heart
your will
to live is
about as sturdy as
your s

Decemberhe laid her life out in polaroid amid the dark blue tendrils of a dying december; it was all he had left after summer had taken the rest.

Mea CulpaI.
I thought you were the rain, but no,
I was the rain. I meant to drown you. I
wanted you to be inescapably drenched-
your trachea clogged, your mouth an 'O'
of desperate gasping, your lips parted
and blue. If I wasn't enough to die for,
I wouldn't ever be enough.

II.
Your disappearances were noted with
darkened clouds- thick and heavy, tight
with waiting. You always returned with a
thunderclap, moving me to a downpour of
deprived longing. I was a flood and you
were a desert begging to be a sea. But
flood-waters river into oceans, and
deserts are meant to be dry.

III.
It was selfish of me to treat you
like a boat- I l

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These HandsThese blood soaked hands beg for redemption,
But I'm not finished yet.
I've been pushed aside; I've been used; I've been tried,
But I cannot pay this debt.
You can tell me I'm unworthy, I know it feeds your fire;
You need to make me feel like nothing, but I know you're a liar.

These weary hands beg for salvation,
But my job isn't done.
A skull to crack, a spine to snap,
And darling, you're the one.
You can tell me I'm just angry, I know it helps you sleep,
But tonight I'll slip into your room and you'll no longer breathe.

Why So Troubled?Oh heart, why so troubled?
You poor damaged soul,
You're shattered to pieces;
You've never been whole.

Oh hands, why so shaky?
You're bitten and sore;
You sad little things,
You've never been sure.

Oh head, why so clouded?
You're spacey, unclear;
You've always been drowning,
And frozen with fear.

Oh back, why so achy?
You've never been straight.
You're folding with pressure;
You're losing all faith.

Oh eyes, why so blurry?
You wet little mess,
You've always been weak
To a little distress.

Oh heart, why so troubled?
You poor empty thing,
You'll never be filled;
Such disaster you bring.

AnymoreWeek One -
Your bed was cold without you, but I couldn't bear to leave,
I woke to so much loneliness, your room felt so empty.
I pulled the blankets closer as I wiped away a tear,
And said a silent prayer for the next time you'd be near.
[Missing]
I read the words "I miss you" with a smile on my face;
I knew that night you'd call me, and my heart began to race.
Your soothing voice brought comfort as you let me fall asleep,
Even though each night grew darker and gradually lacking peace.
[You]

Week Two -
The clock is starting at me as the minutes trickle by;
My heart is feeling heavy as the sun escapes my life.
Food has lost it's

What I Wanted...I wanted to believe in you, but
Like
       the
            rain
                  falling
                           on the sidewalk,
You were always slipping through the cracks.

I wanted to hold on to you, but
Like
       a
     &#

Strength I Had ForgottenI'm still hiding behind words I haven't spoken,
I'm still holding you away from what's inside.
You're asking me for strength I have forgotten,
And truths that seem to slip out more like lies.

It's not exactly something that I'm proud of,
This girl I've crafted just to hide behind.
I'm comfortable with her, but still I've doubted
That's she's the thing I want as my disguise.

And suddenly your sight's no longer clouded,
For just a moment, I was in the light.
My secrets, mind and heart, no longer shrouded,
But still I didn't think it could be right.

I thought, for you to see me would be tragic,
No way that you could love this broken

Lessons Learned In TimeThese years have bled together -
Torn, crushed, forced to look like time.
Time rejects the weather -
Days, months, years, no longer mine.

These hands have held each other -
Palms, thumbs, fingers placed just so.
Wrists brush against another -
Legs, arms, hands that must let go.

These hearts have beat together -
Love, hate, hurt that hides away.
Always thought I should be better -
Fingers, cheeks, lips that brush my face.

These thoughts have been forgotten -
Mind, heart, memories that fade.
You were everything I wanted -
Joy, love, laughter couldn't stay.

These nights have been outnumbered -
Stars, moon, darkness hides the lig

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I Only Know

by *RiseandBe, Jan 28, 2013, 10:21:18 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Free Verse

There are at least
thirty-seven thousand ways
to get from here to there.

here,
where your body fits
next to my body, your breaths
match my breaths; your
escape-
paradise, sanctuary, utopia-
surrounds my escape.

there,
where you and I are not
the same; where your edges
break against my smooth,
your rises coalesce with
my falls, your
d i s t a n c e s
clatter against my presence.

thirty-seven thousand ways
at least,
but I only know one.

I only know the way the thumping
of your heart leads to the pressing
of our lips-
I only know the here and there that
pales, insignificant
to

the you and me.

I Only Knowby *RiseandBe

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Free Verse

For Bryant.

#Glory-Be-Project Day 28 - This week, I seem to be on a roll for full poems.

Edit - Changed "wonderland, neverland" to "sanctuary, utopoia" and "right here" to "presence" and "falls" to "pales"
Better?

*bloodawni Apr 30, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Hello, I wanted to let you know I've used your lovely title in my newest Title Poem, 'your teeth leave different scars'. If you wanted to read it, the link is [link] - but this comment is really just to let you know how I've made use of your gorgeous title.

*RiseandBe May 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks for letting me know! I look forward to seeing what you did with it.

*bloodawni May 4, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

You're very welcome, I hope you like it.

~violetense Feb 19, 2013 Student Writer

thirty-seven thousand ways at least, but i only know one.
painfully familiar.

*RiseandBe Feb 19, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I'm sorry it's painful.

*bloodawni Feb 10, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I die.

This is too perfect.

*RiseandBe Feb 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks so much!

*0hgravity Jan 29, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I like the complementary nature of this piece.

lovely.

*RiseandBe Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much.

*0hgravity Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

welcome ^^

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