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Nocturnal Jubilation September 27, 2010Nocturnal Jubilation by ~V-C-L
Darkest nights smile upon us
Most climb into their dens
Rest and recuperate for mighty Apollo
Relief slowly descends upon me
Calm and quiet, earth consumed by moon beams
Hidden away from the rude world
I celebrate the return of cosmic dust
Head first into frozen evenings
Shivering with excitement, still alive
I cherish the elegant beauty of darkness
Alone, silent winds caressing
Begging and pleading for you to linger
My eyes shut, my queen whispers goodnight
Daylight breaks, darkest nights vanquished
Still holding her tight, she fades so softly
All Ive ever wanted, instantly vanishes
Curious crowds
until they're gone she is the type of girl you fall in love with from the first moment your eyes meet hers. she is the type of girl who will say hello and the leaves will fall like they are dancing, and it will ring in your ears until you can't remember what to say anymore. she is the type of girl that can look into your soul and tell you something and mean it with her heart, and it will forever stay in yours.until they're gone by ~Starry-Liz
he is the type of boy who you always miss when he's not around. he is the type of boy no one dare tries to love, because they are scared he will leave them breathless and broken. he is the type of boy that will make you do crazy things and remember sad t
Unilateral Storm clouds assembleUnilateral by =dreamsinstatic
like generals and senators
plotting a coup.
Dark suits blend together,
a swelling phalanx,
a nameless anomaly of rumbling whispers
and long shadows cast.
An unwitting accomplice,
the sky ushers the conspirators in
like an aspiring actor
climbing the stunted steps,
the wooden spine
of a crowded theater,
with a silver lined secret in his breast pocket.
They begin to whirl,
a funnel like a jagged spiral
from green earth to mercury stratus,
poised to take the light;
A stray cloud wanders,
dares to swallow up the sun
and, for a moment
all are unified beneath a single veil,
blind and waiting.
Fixed Pattern I knew Rebecca before she became a murderer,Fixed Pattern by =dreamsinstatic
but her body was a weapon then, too.
A thinly transparent shroud of ivory flesh
that sparkled like the sands of Santa Fe
was pulled taut
over a framework of sharp, jutting bones
that savagely protected
the secrets of their structural defects.
Her ribcage was an Iron Maiden
that left impressions in my tender skin,
but beneath the silver glimmer of her serrated smile
I didn't find the pain displeasurable.
Instead, I began to wonder if I could survive
without her pinprick pattern
cut into every inch of the me beneath my skin.
They said that when they caught her,
her saddle shoes were b
Cyber Stupidity With the interweb at our fingertipsCyber Stupidity by *RiseandBe
(or tucked into a pocket),
I fear the inevitable IQ dips;
With the interweb at our fingertips,
Intelligence, it scarcely equips,
With the interweb at our fingertips
(or tucked into a pocket).
blow your stardust dreams away. i.blow your stardust dreams away. by *BittersweetObsession
the sky is a contagion; its bleary expanse spreading infectiously. the stars are opaque and empty. maybe if you reached for them, your fingers would slip right through and you would fall.
maybe he would catch you.
ii.
you don't see it, but beyond the fog, there is a blurred Orion, an array of lights positioned in the form of your hero. the clouds are just Protectors, securing the enigmas of the constellations so that we'll never be able to see past the foggy haze. but then again, who really wants to?
iii.
you've been told time and time again that it is spherical, but tonight you pretend that the waning moon's shadows melt into the c
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Without You I torture myself with the smallest thoughts.
Images of you in summer, with beads of moisture collected on your face.
Tiny bugs, illuminated by the sun, swarm your eyes in a mindless frenzy.
Much like I would do ...
Just to taste your eyelashes.
Your scent would become earthy, replacing the musk and soap you would have undoubtedly used.
Strong when you brush past, leaving the air in your wake intoxicating.
Captivating enough for me to wish you wouldn't move.
That you would remain still; motionless as I trace your features.
To burn you into my mind forever.
I want to sit with you among swaying grasses, just as the sun retreats b
Dreams Subconscious leakage ;
Wisps. Reality is faint,
elusive.
Colors are soft and deceptive.
-
I am myself. There was never any other option.
Surreal, impossible, and indefinitely pure.
cold hands If I
lay in violet &
rose water
will you hold
the cold
hands of your daughter
& no, I will never tread
towards the ocean
I lap the logic
of locomotion
Your worrisome face stretches
marks you can't
erase the letters on the
envelopes-
my middle name still
doesn't give me hope
I should have sat down in
the center of the world
pulled tangles from her
hair
swear
I'll be a different girl
but I can't just share
my wounds to
anyone when no one is
there
alannah lilting clouds in your glass of cabernet
are imagined weather conversations
with people you used to know,
used to know pretty well and
whether you should have left
the way that you did
all carpet bags and old clothes
the fog funneled through
holes in the train windows like
burned down cigarettes
uneven
you light your own and think
remembering is muscle
stretched taut over bone
how in love i am you made me a song
and named it september
and i fell in love with you all over again
when you do sing to me
i die in aching bliss
a sponge tasting water after so much drought
i swell up greedily taking all i can get from you
till i simply can't anymore
i simply can't
your voice and your guitar
shut my world off
all i am its what you are to me
and these mere moments are
priceless
this is our love song
even before i knew
the thought of you
at unholy hours in lamplight aglow
fingers trembling and grazed
guitar at hand
tuning and turning and twisting
molding your adoration into form
trying ever so hard in order to make
Murder Hysterical insanity
To make a heartbeat race
I smile fake and stroke the cheek
Of slaughter's pretty face
It's murder but it lacks a taste
Of fiery burning wrath
My apathetic heart feels not
The bloody aftermath
So take me hate and take me pain
Don't leave my hand at bay
Please teach me how to feel again
Steal emptiness away
My dirty lies have stained their lips
Where honesty is rare
True loneliness is felt when you've
Forgotten how to care
Why, I can see my future self
An empty body's near
If murder doesn't cure me
My soul will perish here
questions they rest on my tongue
unasked,
and when I open my mouth to speak
the air is sucked from my lungs
leaving me gasping shallowly
will it never be the right time?
will I ever have the words
for the questions that weigh on my heart
the ones whose answers will leave me breathless
whether from guilt or elation
there is no time nor way to ask you
to peel away the subtleties
and leave bare what you wanted me to see
and the air and blood in my head roar and rush
and I'm left spinning
with these unasked questions on my tongue
She painted me in adjectives Bones curling into impossible shapes,
To fit into the cracks and crevices in the walls
My spine cannot bend any further for you
I think it just might rupture
Into a thousand jagged ivory jigsaw pieces
You won't be able to put me together again
Not like you intended to anyway
Screams and slaps resound off of my skin
I can't tell them apart, they seem to blur into one another
Like a twisted symphony
Beethoven, Vivaldi and Debussy,
Precise with their notes
The way you are precise with your curses
Tearing me apart, ever so slowly and carefully
The way you peel an onion and slice it thinly
All very, very precise
You are a perfect
the becoming. (acrostic) incandescence will fall upon your sweet serenade fingers at
breaking tides of rigid seas a thousand oceans away from
eternally falling waters; a water-fall free of falling hearts.
leave your memories in the high skies to freeze and fade
into gossamer wanderers of the night sky. so let it all go. we'll be
evanescent - we'll burn & die & blow away, but the falling dust of you&i will begin a
vagabond dance so you can breathe faith into me, and bring me back down to
earth once more.
Stripped It's not that I'm rebelling.
It's just that eight years of a catholic school and
religion feels like choking now.
Like teachers putting prayers in my mouth for too long
And they've started to strangle me,
Forcing themselves back up my throat like tendrils.
Suffocation by means of a redemption.
I have been taught to swallow down bible verses like pills –
Until they go down easy. Mindlessly. Like an action
You do over and over and over again
Without thought.
A repetition that makes things meaningless.
I have watched all the same lines be coughed up
Used in a moment of shame. Scrambling for justification.
Playing pretend at s
Apple Blossom Wine My safest delusion
Nine dark circles underneath my eyes
If everything changed
you wouldn't be far from mind
The twelve step gardener ended his life
a half a dozen times
The scent of bottled roses
You refuse to go near the sky
I only spent ten minutes in Arkansas
and all it could be…
A memory of you and I
Lace and Poison I. the lace-maker
hid his broken hands in his trench-deep
pockets, fingernails bitten down
to calloused skin, until a packet mix
of life crept up and kissed the
back of his neck with malice.
lines beneath his eyes soaked up
the straying ghosts, running away in
screaming delight,
the light has never shined
so bright and you can't even see it.
II. the poison-mixer
blurted his
secrets into inky
depths of pain –
pieces of
smoke drifts in
his face as he
inhales skies
of death.
the stars shrieked
blackened
supernovas across
the universe:
walk away again, death-bringer.
III. the crossroads
approached
commonplace queen the glittering
of headlights through the guardrail
softens in the rain
& the metro rolls along,
ever unimpressed, never
at home. identically lonely rows
of blinded windows keep staring
blankly, slow burning
from the faces of high rise
offices & i wonder
how people can say they don't
go there to die.
my skin begins to itch
to spite my bones
& my quiet sheep mind
lulls the billowing panic on the train
when i'm searching face after face
for something real &
all i can read out of them
is the eight to five, the romance
novel, the dull shine
that bears the mundane love
of money. & my skin begins to itch
where it declines to f
thumbprint thumbprint bruises,
all around my chin, dotting my cheekbones,
making an uneven necklace and two broken bracelets,
marking the soft red underside of my ribcage.
tiny patches of blue-black hurt
pressed hard into me.
Liar's Masquerade Naked did the players stand
With hearts exposed to the bright stage lights
And feet bare on the white sand.
Their lines were said
Without a single frightened pause
As they searched each other's eyes
And they entered the cardboard house.
We see the Halloween Masquerade
And the dancers on the ballroom floor
As they hide behind costume and mask
And who play games with roses and flirtatious words.
They met behind costume and mask
But their games were real
And their flirtatious words hid nothing.
They heard as needed to be heard
And when the time was right
They saw as they needed to see;
The paint of their masks faded
As the salt
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