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ConduitsWould you like to see a sea
of edges with me? would you
like to see it crimsoned—

would you like to set my neglected appointments
with fear to stir midair
as lobotomies—

        Laborious we crept across the scoop,
genitival woods throttled with catches,
terrene skin blinked to its customary blankness.
Still it surprises me what man can't tell me:

        I look warm expecting me to make a home out of his elbow

        that maternity can't linger inside me
       
Forging A HeartIn misery and pain I cannot live any longer,
Alas, my love for her gets stronger and stronger,
My heart with feelings agreed to comply,
That is why I believe in this lie!
 
I am not insane, I can understand,
To win her not a single chance I stand,
With every odd against me I continue to fight,
But time came to do what is right!
 
A new heart I decided to forge,
To save myself from her scourge,
To forget about her at last,
To leave her in my worthless past!
 
I melted the iron and turned it to steel,
I did not want anything to feel.
I added silver and gold,
To make my new heart icy cold!
 
When my mission was finally complete,
Time came to stop my old heart’s beat,
I ripped it out, threw it away,
And changed it to my own creation,
Alas, it perished in front of her face,
It could not stand her blinding grace!
 
No matter what I do, no matter where I go,
I never forget her blue eyes’ glow,
For her I am ready all my wealth of a cliff to throw,
Though ab
(almost)just once
i want to be that boy i loved with blue-skinned jeans and long sleeves,
smirks the size of last night's lipstick and
crystals in his eyes the shape of black and blue
skin,

that boy who would look me in the eye
and stare me down, size me down when my eyes rocked
like broken mahogany of twin ships to the crook of his jaw-

and just for once
i want to take him down-

take down his bony shoulders and golden eyes
like a cat's, his hands like kitchen burns to my back,
his breath like the remnants of burned wood in a fire
smoking down the crook of my neck,

and just for once
i want to be that boy i loved
that took me down-

r
TigressShe is the kind of girl who smothers herself in astronomy,
New Age philosophies and coffee shop poetry.
All fire and dragon scaled-
She hides her tiger stripes behind bruises and ink stains,
living her life by way of verse-
throwing Hemingway around like insults.
Writing her letters to the moon,
she hides her heart underneath her own floorboards,
folding blank paper birds just to set them free at 3AM.

But, it's the lipstick stained collars,
the rose thorned fingers,
and the dead stars in her chest cavity
that tell her- even a tigress can bleed.
Mabonthere are dead leaves
sprouting from her amber spine,
reaching with child-fingers
to devour the sun.

her skin is freezing,
seeping winter through
november pores.

seeking warmth,
the whiskey tongues
of godless boys
wish to decipher
the atlas of her thighs.

counting the sleepy fireflies
alight in her lungs- there is
wanderlust churning & warming
her frostbitten heartstrings.

swinging pendulum hips,

"I am the tease of autumn flames.
I breathe in mint sunsets,
& gasoline dreams."
WillowYour confessional arms are Willow trees,

draping lonely limbs around an empty ink-jar heart.
 
Scars worn down like henna tattoos.

A night witch scrawling her incantations on blue moons,

rolling her letters into sentences like a curse.

But, it is in these coffee eyes you have found a home.
remunerationthere were dreams of abasement, tearing up at the thought of
the noxious corners of your eyes. i saw them at a glance and fell
headfirst in the Styx, catching billowing waves of uncertainty and
heartache. they crashed with a decade-begrudged mind that was far
from healing -- far from me.

                    and though the fall was abrasive and the
                    waves, their own harangue, their heartache
    &#
starspunobserving the romanticism
of hooded cemetery kids,
smoking cigarettes pretending
they are not dead.

you were always so sure
about my uncertainty,
you watched
all my pick up lines
drop things.

we built the heat
of the evening from the solidity
of starlight,

pretended
that two teens at the park
at midnight
is the stuff of teen novels
(cliches dim on
our leaf-gold horizon)

your eyes darted
from the gray expanse
of the churchyard & wandered
in thoughtful
paths.

i wanted to ask you
if i could follow. shove
the words aside &
remember that i came here alone.

i remember our innocence
in the static b e t w e e n
stars
tossdiscordant,
like the bow
string of your
vertebra
infernolight a match to me and watch
as I turn into flames;
a body i was always meant to have
note 15my mother wants someone to
love her, and laughs like a nestling
when we tell her we do.
Iwhen the grey wolf
comes striking at my door,
i will strip him of his cloak
and make him 
a man,
naked
how to: be unbreakableif there were such thing as you and i
we would be just like those stupid kids
we would hear about on tv, complete with the abhor
of moving bodies to breaths and the sweet
smoke of voices to the back of our necks
saying breathe, breathe,

and tonight you would have been that girl
who took that place between my neck, my shoulders and spine
and spoke with words fitting to the best shakespeare, plato
and socrates, your nails scratching down the bones in my back,
your lips tight, raw, and kissed almost skinless whispering:
breathe, breathe, breathe,

and i would have died under your grip young,
not a figment of what i once was,

and under the gasp
a string drawn tautthere are so many new stars
in your skin that i can't believe
each neuron is its own world, alight
with spinning planets and gaunt aliens
breathing god

in the absence of your name from
a dull life: dim cars on the paved street
and the cat walks sideways here, beneath
a ladder that clatters and you shudder,
saying god

i just had a chill, and is this room cold
or are we in the gut of a giant who's strung out
seven days and lifeless, biting the apple and
a dragon, wishing for his mother to coo
mijo, dios

es magno: the earth is spinning in the eyes
of a turtle with a red shell who swims in
the flowers ophelia braided, who swall
Ill DevotionEvery night I wake up from weeping in my sleep
I always stir so desperate with longing for you
My hands madly search your warmth each night trying to reap

Your arms to wrap myself around them without argue
Unknowing of how darkness hides your smile like a scythe
You sleep tight with my cropped locks stitched on dolls for voodoo

Hidden under our mattress is the source of your blithe
A curse I've been bound to without any foreboding
Since when have I become Satan's token and his tithe?

I've long fallen for you without such need for goading
There was no need for this trap for me to seek you out
I crawl to your feet as my heart's bent on implo
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falling

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i.
i met you in fall
while i was too busy
with the changing leaves
and the changing tides
to notice the shocking
blue of your eyes

when i did
the sun was as high
as we were and the
sky azure as they


ii.
the next season i
needed your warmth
it wilted with the trees
a gap between us filled
with silence and cold

i fell
in sync with the
world like dying


iii.
last year we couldn't
touch without breaking
my own rules and i
dreamt every night of
reaching out and
closing that gap again

and i missed you
more than the sun
or it's warmth


iv.
this year i've been
too long untouched
too much unknown
to die with the season
or mourn your warmth

so i'm flying to you
in your endless summer

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fallingby ~kidahGEEK

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Wrote this for the following poetry context: [link] The prompt I chose was 'The Dying Season'.
Haven't submitted to a competition in ages, let alone a prompted one, so felt like giving it a go, especially as this had been a piece I'd wanted to write anyway and the prompt actually kinda helped me work out how. And gotta admit, pleased with the result.
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~chocopie5 Nov 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
i really, really enjoy this poem. it really caught me at the beginning, starting right in with the first meeting so suddenly. also, i like the word "azure". don't see that too often. it was very easy to follow and had me hooked. great work with this :)
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~kidahGEEK Dec 1, 2012  Professional Writer
Thanks so much, and for the fave. Really glad you liked it. I really wanted to keep this one simple and concise, and I think it worked quite well to that end. And yeah, quite like the word 'azure' too =)
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*RiseandBe Nov 8, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
This is beautiful. I was enthralled from beginning to end, and felt every word.
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~kidahGEEK Nov 9, 2012  Professional Writer
Thank you so much, and for the fave =)
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*RiseandBe Nov 9, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
My pleasure!
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Mood: Love ~justdoodling Oct 23, 2012
I admire how you manage to create this silhouette of the man using most of the senses while still allowing us to fill in the blanks - a skill often excluded from many writings. It's beautifully written.
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~kidahGEEK Oct 23, 2012  Professional Writer
Thanks so much, and for the fave =)
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~MyLife-YourDeath Oct 22, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
This is absolutely great, but you might what to capitalize those 'i''s. I happen to know some people in particular who will literally give up reading a poem, or story, whatever it is, just because they see that. Something like this shouldn't be shunned and neglected for something as small at that, I suggest you fix it. I want you to get many more views so please do, anyway, great job!
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~kidahGEEK Oct 22, 2012  Professional Writer
Thanks for the comment and suggestion. I'm afraid I will be leaving it as is though, but I want to explain why. The format is a part of the piece, and although it's a shame some people would just turn away at the sight of that, I feel it's more their loss than mine. If they don't appreciate that upper case isn't always necessary then I guess they wouldn't fully appreciate the piece. I don't always use only lower case, but if I do it's because I feel inclusion of upper case is almost too heavy, too formal and looks like a fully edited/finished/official looking piece of writing, whereas this piece (despite being those things) is meant to come across as a stream of consciousness/thought process piece (which it also is), and I honestly feel this format represents that and helps convey that feeling. To include upper case would diminish that effect, and thus the overall power of the piece.
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~MyLife-YourDeath Oct 22, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I see where you're getting at, and like you said, it /is/ their loss. Well, anyway, I wish you the best with your writing.
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