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Summer wine.Red lips;
you sit beside me and
prompt in jest.

I love you.
the leper and the lambbaby boy grew up and
the thorns left his crown;
his sides cry red,

it scares me to hear the
same stories in his sighs.

he is the kind of poetic violent whose
words are like calculated anvils; he
dissipates between my bones and

my heart will burst, I swear it. I am
afraid of balloons and the imminent
explosion of my delicate monstrosity
rising through my throat and suffocating--
but it’s really beautiful

when he turns over and rubs the galaxies
congested within his eyes. I believe in
shooting stars and intoxicated nights and the
prickled promises intertwined between our
fingers, as I miscalculate how fragile I really am

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syracuseListen to the audio version for the full effect, pretty please.
cloudshot sky like an oil painting and i am watching the
seagulls. i--
darling, i will swim for you
and swallow every whitecap.
i will pluck myself a coat of pelican wings,
sew them up with salt and spray--
become icarus for you.
you are calling me across the waves, love--
but you pull against the ache
in my bones, the hollow--
the clawing out for unseen sunsets and unturned tides.
i hear you, love
give me time.
i will always listen.
Pilot HeartThe day you left the front door open the air was heavy with dishonesty, whether it was yours or mine I cannot say.
I was born in riddles - my father remains ignorant of my existence even now - so I apologize for the answer you wished to know but never received; questions find their home in my bloodstream, so like the oxygen that gives me life.
It is no wonder that between us we turned an ordinary morning into one laced with fading memories; you wanted to drive me insane just as much as I wanted to stay the way I was.

You were born into the straight and narrow cut of military life. The child of a pilot, you learnt to soar early and each summ
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
BusesThese shanty-buses I
ride through town
seem to roll
like drunks today -
joyous, shambling,
cold, pocket-stuffed

they dance as you sit
cross-legged and
beautiful, smiling
and waving
astride a pale crown
of sky

with hands that drop
snow, down
on us like sad confetti,
the tiny chests
of pigeons.
down the rabbit holeYou are a Wonderland
but I am the wrong Alice.
lukewarmshe had the kind of voice
that seemed to be stuck
in the hour of four o'clock
in the morning - soft
and tired and luring,
mumbling her way through
subways and tunnel lights
all pale yellow with noise.

there was tea and long baths
and longer absences,
hiccups of breath
the best
she could do.
long springs and
longer falls,
one equinox to the next
and still the bad
was never that bad
and the good
was never that
good,
and she continues to hum
the birds continue to sing
the apples continue to
grow  and
sour and
fall,

and bury themselves
again.
Requiem     Fall:

     A slip
          A decline
               A loss

          You have been all these things to me at one point or another.

    Fall,

               Did my heart
          Did my hope
     Did my home

          All this for the rak
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.
A suicide saved.I found her in the bathtub, once,
and as I hauled her out by her shivering
arms all I said was

"you look beautiful in red."

As though a compliment could somehow
lighten the mood.
Anagapesis.Early morning;
white china flies by my head
and I roll my tongue around the hairpin
bend for

'I love you'
over
'I wish you were dead.'
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.
SpringSummerEach night, an autumn-
Blossoms skydive suicide,
leaving branches bare.
PostcardsPostcards

In the parking lot, my brother shoots plastic arrows
at our station wagon, sleeping bags piled in the back.
"Can we have a pool shaped like a bass guitar,"
he asks, "when we get to California?" I float gum wrapper boats
in the shimmering heat mirage, my knees barnacled
with scabs and mosquito bites. As we drive, we count road kills,
eighteen wheelers and truck stops named after some guy.
You can drink it," Mom says cutting open a barrel cactus.
"Even if you get lost, you'll never die."
She taped Dad's latest postcard to the dashboard.
"Found work. I love you all. Come." We have postcards
from almost every state: amarillos from Lou
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your voice, but it still echoes in my head.
Pisces Was A NeedlefishWith bloodshot eyes,
I await your stabbing kiss-
breath of hemlock,
cancer on your lips.
Give me gentle release
with each burning drip;
dizzying and damning,
the earth and sky will flip.

We'll fly into the ocean
and cast our lures amongst the stars;
though we catch only dark matter
and our rib cages collapse at such heights.
Red ribbons paint the water,
floating out our open mouths-
to inhale would be to choke;
exhaling was always more satisfying.

Ridding myself of the weight that nested
with claws in my throat and black feathers beneath my breast,
I will forget the way our mouths crashed
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MotherMother, we were always broken-
too stubborn and too outspoken;
Stone throwers in a glass room,
You feared that I reflected you.

I was your reincarnation,
the most dreaded affirmation-
your wild spirit uncacooned,
you feared that I reflected you.

All your mistakes and deep regrets,
the parts you practiced to forget
were mirrored in your daughter's bloom-
you feared that I reflected you.

Mom, we were broken from the start-
too similarly beating hearts,
But I'll forgive the present you;
You ought forgive the past you too.

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Senescense

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I aged half my life
in one evening:
landed on a fall moon,
full of red and the howl
of wolves.

Harbor womb to a fox
more wild than my birdhands,
my vernal equinox,
his twitter-pated harvest
moon.

feral child, disquiet;
I aged half my life,
wept fifty years;

birthed reincarnation,
hallowed redemption.

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Senescenseby *RiseandBe

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About the afternoon I found out I was pregnant (which was back in august '11, I feel the need to add this bc ppl keep congratulating me in their comments).
I suppose in reading back over this, it is also about the transitions I went through while pregnant and the final one I went through when I gave birth. The whole thing was very emotionally stressful for me.
I think this is something I've needed to write for a long time.

Prompt: 'Senescense' - suggested by ^neurotype

EDIT 2/23/2013: Okay, honestly, I've altered the punctuation in this piece like 6 times now, but this time, I think I've got it right. However, I also added a space in the last stanza and added the word 'hallowed' to the last line. So I really need your opinions. I never liked how hurried the last stanza felt, and especially not the last line. I think this works better, but I can't be sure at this point. Also, I'm worried about my word choice. Is it redundant to say 'hallowed redemption'? Do you have any word suggestions to replaced 'hallowed'? I definitely feel that line needs to be a bit longer, I'm just not sure what it's missing. I appreciate any insight you may have! Thanks.
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=Bark Feb 24, 2013   Writer
I think you've got it! Strong imagery, nice flow... what more could one ask?
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*RiseandBe Feb 24, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
=D Thanks so much!
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~YogaTeacher Feb 23, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I aged half my life in one evening.

I read that, and couldn't stop. The tone is so calm, but there is so much you've said by writing so little.

'Senescense' is a word I've never come across before, and you've filled in the spirit of what it is so exactly... You've made it real.

The ending, I'm not sure about; I love the return to the beginning, but the last three lines seem too quick to come and fall away again. The meaning is strong, I would just suggest a period after "wept fifty years" to slow down again, and release "redemption" slowly.
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*RiseandBe Feb 23, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much!

You know, it's comical how many times I've changed the punctuation in this piece. Seriously, at least 5. However, still I agree with you. The last stanza has never quite sit right with me. I'll try a period there, see if that works.
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~YogaTeacher Feb 24, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I love it- it sounds right.
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*RiseandBe Feb 24, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you!
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~violetense Feb 16, 2013  Student Writer
For some reason, the word feral jumps out at me. I like it.
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*RiseandBe Feb 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you.
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*RiseandBe Feb 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you!
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