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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
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

Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.

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

with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
and sleep-heavy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
optic nerves,
and here you are:
facing a choice between
on
and
out.
and this?
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
weightless ache--
this is what
gone
feels like.

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?

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.

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

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

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

Riddle My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

What am I?

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
Again
Why me? When I know I have to be up at 3 AM.

Seaside HolidayI am content
to stay
a caterpillar

Who says
you have
to change?

What's so great
about being
a butterfly?

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You never truly comprehed (Or understand me)
I'm fallen from my grace
I can't keep up this pace (Of running after you)

I've given all I had
I'm falling once again
You've already gone away

Sorrow's now my clad
I'm reaching out my hand
You've already let me fade

You let me fade away

It's time for you to go
It's time to turn and look away (Forget about me)
You've fallen like angels
Torn innocence now dwells (Of all that haunts you)

I've given all I had
I'm falling once again
You've already gone away

Sorrow's now my clad
I'm reaching out my hand
You've already let me fade

You let me fade away

You're all

Huo DragoonLost again, broken, beaten
I try to live. Tortured, defeated
A beautiful sin. Enlightened, ascending
Give all I can. Craving, defending

No more no how I just can’t get out
No way, not me, I just can’t break free
So please just go, before you let me know
And just, don’t say, we’re better off this way

Cause I’ve been known to trust
Those so prone to lust
So why can’t both of us
Let it die and fade to rust?

I never want to grieve
I just want to believe
That all try and perceive
Is all that you deceive

And no
I’ll never see your face again
So go
To leave me to all of my when’s
But I
Jus

Coin This PhraseMy drug doesn't do a god damn thing
No not a thing for me anymore
The taste of pure emotion, such subtle sting
My liver is stressing, stretching and sore

I'll vent my spleen with my true friend
My lover, my calling, the healer that mends
My wounds of this curse, carries my heart
And lifts my spirit, this calling, this art

My drug doesn't do one bit of good
It's fading with every drop that I drink
It riddles my mind, with of the the woulds
So deep my sea goes, and deeper I sink

I'll poison my blood with my true love
My demon is calling, it's never enough
I try so hard the quench him his thirst
Cause my love has left me and this

...I wake from my sleep, gasping again
The sins I still keep, changing this man
The blood still soak and still stains my hand
I'm having a stroke from failure of plans

This thing it still haunts throught these cold nights
This curse is still kicking, I'm losing this fight
I still heed your call, the burden of shame
I still take your fall, I still hear your name

Somethings keeping the truth from me
I will try to find a way to reveal
The curse you left me, my lonely sea
Now I will try to find ways to heal

I wake from my sleep, My hand on the charm
I'm twisting the rope and causing self harm
I still grip your pendant at night with you

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Time and it's Rarities

by ~AlastorOfAlbion, Jan 6, 2011, 1:33:01 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I watch as the sand drifts through its glass
Confined and compressed till it somehow breaks free
And in that split second of zest and of awe
It's fully in motion, till it meets the falls

End

We live in a world of disgrace and shame
Polluted with power, money, fame
We strive for these moments in everyday life
Polluted with ideas, causing self strife

The Working Class Hero, now unionized
Foiled hard labor and threw out what's pride
The Gentle of Men from yesterday
Now myths in the movies used to now sway

The Virgins in this life, so worthless and now
We'd settle for whores, or smuts, even sow
The fiber called moral so tattered and torn
Treason, no reason, filled with self scorn

I watch as these sands drift in the glass
Remember notions and days from the past
Where men were TRUE men and woman had class
But I guess like I said, that's all in the past...

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Time and it's Raritiesby ~AlastorOfAlbion

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Looking back on the past, I realize life has social norms have really done a 180. Back when it was so unthinkable for a woman to have lost her virginity before marriage, and now it's a shock to hear that a girl has managed to keep hers past 18. It makes me sick to think of what this world has truly come to.

~EvokeInnocence Jan 10, 2011

Very good, and very true. It's sad isn't it?

~EpicPseudonym Jan 7, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

I love the topic you've picked for this. I don't think I'm at the age that I can really go on a "back when I was young" rant, but working with younger kids today, I see very little respect for manners or adults. As for my own age group, it still exists, it's just on the endangered species list, and those damn pandas are picky.

~AlastorOfAlbion Jan 9, 2011

Very true. I have met very few people in my age group that still hold to these morals. It really is a shame sometimes. Thanks for the input!

~EpicPseudonym Jan 12, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Not a problem, keep writing the good fight *fist pump*

~TGfascinated Jan 6, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Great title for a great perspective...

~AlastorOfAlbion Jan 9, 2011

Thanks!

~TGfascinated Jan 9, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

You are most welcome.

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