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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.

My Invisible Life

My Invisible Life

Chest piercing
Pulse bounding
Barely breathing

I'm praying
On the surface of anxiety

I'm weeping
Getting used to this melancholy
-
They said...
They said...
They said...
They'd always be here to help

But instead...
But instead...
But instead...
I've always only had myself

I regret...
I regret...
I regret...
Opening the gates to this hell

It spreads...
It spreads...
It spreads...
And the screams are revealed

Tears shed...
Tears shed...
Tears shed...
I let my sorrow and resolve meld
-
Sight fading
Body numbing
Emotions withering

My desires are overtaken
I know this isn't right

But my lies weren't convincing
So this wi

whiskey cityback aches
collar breaks.
people beg &
lovers take

power-hungry
sittin pretty,
cherrycoated
whiskey city.

quiet crooks
spattered brooks.
broken rooks,
rotting books.

sourmouthed &
sittin pretty,
lemonthroated
whiskey city.

sleepers cried,
keepers tied.
daylight-leapers
break their stride

for nothin more than
someone's pity
poison-noted
whiskey city.

take a map,
buy a key,
money spent won't
rent you free.

whisker-gloated
men are witty:
women risk the
whiskey city

My six-word-stories"A lot is said... none meant..."

"Love and logic truly don't rhyme..."

"Who said you ever knew me...?

...but you did, didn't you? Why?"

"Writers paint pictures that painters cant"

"Do raindrops, departed, ever meet again?"

"I lived till you loved me"

"Alas, you are my darkness redefined"

My Truth"My life tells of lies,
tales of vows and torn ties.
Of stories having names;
blank pages filling frames"

Melancholic TendenciesAs she danced away to the fine symphony
She felt nothing but an enchanting ecstasy

Her connective rhythm, her fire breath majesty
A deified sight for the broken heart to see

As she held her stride and moved to and fro
Her heart filled with joy, her mind free of woe

Her grace as she laughed; her happiness so pristine
Her being held sway, no words could define

She moved and moved, her smile more pure
As she danced in the darkness, a divine allure

As the circle drew near, she made a cheerful sound,
An operatic discourse, vibrations spreading round

As she danced and sang, the court was reborn
As ghosts danced to the music, of a satisfied v

RainbowCascading colors flood my view.
A veritable rainbow of light
Refracted from water droplets.
Prisms of awesome shine everywhere,
Bringing a subtle joy to my jaded heart.
The torrent of tears is over,
And all that remains are the rainbows
Laughing at their medium.

The StreamIt's a place alone
Not a lonely place
With a softly whispering stream.

A basswood tree by the side
And a sea of ferns
Sway in a shared dream.

There's a pool on the edge
Where the tadpoles swim
Oblivious to the moon,

And a nest in the tree
Padded with down
That the birds will finish soon.

The still is broken
Only by the boughs
Stirring in a gentle breeze

And the tiny fish
In the clear water
Swim upstream with ease.

There's a leaf,
Now only veins
It's a delicate lace

By the whispering stream
Is a place alone
And not a lonely place.

MYL: MomShe had hands of a healer,
Smile of Angel,
Voice of a mother,
Caressed like a happy one,
Touched with softness,

Never damned me,
Never hated me,
Loved me completely,
Loved me with all,
Gave me this life,

I remember things she'd never have,
I'd never have let her down,
She was always there,
She's always there,
Rest In Peace I miss you,

Her heart was so gentle,
I miss her so much,
Grew up without her,
Age six she was taken,
Put in the ground,

I never damage her memories,
I miss her voice,
Can't you believe?
Would she be proud of me?
I always wonder,

If she would be,
I have done what I had to,
Tears still stream down m

(She) Wears the Mask (A Parody)She wears the mask that's green and why:
(Exfoliates cheeks and avoid the eyes)
She'd pay a beautician- while
I share a beer with a mate named Kyle;
As we scratch our genitals unsubtly.

Why in the world didn't she check the price;
Doesn't her natural beauty suffice?
Nope,"I can only see you (she said in a rile)
After I've worn the mask."

I had smiled, but Jesus H. Christ; guys
Don't need to get a loan or a pay rise-
To afford to have their nails filed
(Or to have smoother thighs than a child)
-But I'll give her credit because she tries
(But I still carry a flask).

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Living the Everyday Haiku1

climbing the first vertical
it comes to—
a snail on my shoe

2

leaves falling everywhere
I look, how easy it is
to let them go

3

I marvel at every
rose bush petal
holding fast in the wind

4

seed packets in a drawer...
dormant dreams of an herbal garden
come spring

5

sharp-edged clouds
cutting the moon in half
but not the piercing wind

6

still in bed—
winter scrubbing the remains
of autumn from the trees

7 (seen on local news today)

king tides—
waves scattering cliff side
spectators with sea foam and awe

8

how cold the night—
no sound of cricket or bird
yet his breath in slumber

9

late morning
pulling

One more chance"I’d reach your soul and
clasp it through those eyes if they'd
just open again"

FallingI took a minute to look at the places we collide;
I counted back the seconds to the beginning of time.
That first breath, when you were in my lungs,
Our words stayed on our tongues.
I wanted so much, but to wonder;
I laid under these same stars with others.
The words have all been the same,
And their meaning was lost on the stage,
Where we acted out that last scene;
I fell for it and you fell for me.

I had a moment to keep just in case we collide;
I could wind back the seconds to the beginning of time.
That first kiss, when you were on my lips,
Our hearts never beat quite like this.
I needed so much, but to wander;
I've sung these same songs

DeathbedCracking voice
Seeping lies so dull
Like rusted barbed-wire bleeds
Untruthful in her
Own deathbed

Angel MeatEvangelical tears cloud grief lidded eyes,
Dripping from lashes, safety pin silver,
Bursting, like overripe fruit on wet concrete,
Running, like a wounded sparrow with broken wings.

Through the cracks and furrows of her battle scars,
That are etched, a fractured story in celestial flesh,
It mingles as it stains, her dark white feathers, red,
With her own, amaranthine blood.

Amongst sable tresses, the lilies bloom,
And dove grey lips croon Ophelia's tune,
'Neath a celestial inferno, we gather in peace,
To feast upon fresh angel meat.

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Oh, I wont pretend to know what you're thinking,
Maybe you're drowning in the same waters as me.
But I hate that I can't feel you thrashing there;
At least before, we were floating on the same sea.

And yes, I knew our days may have been numbered,
But zealous hearts tend to ignore logical thought.
So I fell for you harder than the Trojans fell for that horse,
And you slipped past my walls before I even fought.

Now, my heart is hiding behind a brand new set of bricks,
But I left a key in a place that only you would know.
And I hope that I'm the first place you'll come knocking,
If y

Ignorance is BlissMost importantly, I knew better;
I knew better than to let him take me.
This lesson broke me long ago -
Years of being tied in a knot and numb,
He woke me up.
And when my heart started beating like a real girls,
When color returned to my face,
When the rain made me smile,
When I suddenly knew what I was missing all along,
I let him take me.
And I told myself this time, it was right;
He was what I was always missing,
And he was exactly what I never knew I needed.

Most importantly, I knew better;
I knew better than to let myself fall in love.
This lesson built me a wall long ago -
Years of being detached and apathetic,
He shook

Time-BombIt's an ever-burning fire,
So unquenchable to me;
And with every word that's spoken,
Embers spark and crack with glee.
Like the harshest words said softly,
I just can't imagine how
You can be so condescending
And yet still live with yourself.

It's an all-engulfing furnace,
So insatiable to me;
And with every glare that's given,
Coals burn bright and ever deep.
Like the darkest secrets hidden,
I just can't seem to contain
All this hate that burns within me,
All my sick and twisted pain.

It's an ever-raging fury,
Inexorable to me;
And with each second that passes,
Flames are begging to be freed.
Like disaster without warnin

My Bright is Too SlightMy passion runs through me, it pulls and it begs
For more of my consciousness, more of my days.
A fire inside me that singes my thoughts -
It burns up my everything, leaves me distraught.
It's too much emotion, unheard and displaced,
Leaving scars on my heart, leaving hearts in my wake.
For I love with the sun, but the sun has to set,
And the moon will still take all the light it can get.
So protection comes fiercely, a furious storm;
My passion is hatred, a much darker form.

Be it hatred or love, be it darkness or light,
It is passion that owns me, and passion I fight.
It leaves me exhausted, heart racing, mind weak,
Eyes dry wi

I'm an Addict to ApathyI drank in desperation to drown loneliness,
But all I found at the bottom of that bottle was sin.
It tasted so sweet, but it burned me;
It was a numbing pain that I welcomed in.

I took a hit of apathy to hide brokenness;
I let it weave it's way into my bed.
I closed my eyes so tight and felt nothing,
And ignored the fact that I had lost my head.

I shot up all the emptiness I could muster;
I told myself that it was for the best.
And God knows, I'm the most convincing liar;
I kept the lie and threw away the rest.

I knew the poison would soon come to own me,
But truth can't do a thing when you can't feel -
The pain, the joy, or eve

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This Humanity

by *RiseandBe, Jan 14, 2013, 12:27:22 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Haiku & Eastern

Empty Orchestra,
A symphony collision-
this humanity.

This Humanityby *RiseandBe

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Haiku & Eastern

©2013 *RiseandBe

Prompt used: "don't use a single verb"
Crazy forum haiku game.

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~violetense Feb 19, 2013 Student Writer

I love the picture this painted in my mind.

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*RiseandBe Feb 20, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks.

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*scheinbar Jan 31, 2013

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*RiseandBe Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!

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~Is-lnds Jan 18, 2013

thought i'd faved this -

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*RiseandBe Jan 19, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You have not. But I appreciate you letting me know that you wanted to.

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~Is-lnds Jan 19, 2013

fixed

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*RiseandBe Jan 19, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

It still doesn't say you have faved it.

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~Is-lnds Jan 22, 2013

*fixed!

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*RiseandBe Jan 22, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

:-P figures. Glad it's fixed now!

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