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Strawberry reaction An Alaskan storm introduced itself to the weather three nights ago. It shook me straight from dreaming about (really, remembering) a dance with an elderly man, my feet placed off the ground onto the tops of his shoes. A balancing act. I awoke to four-fifty five, followed by a fleeting FLASH before truly registering the dark and the storm itself. I sat up in bed to peer out the window when a FLASH FLASHED again. For a split second, the room shone brighter than day. Somewhere close by, lightning had entered conversation. The sky grumbled in response as thunder fought for last word.

Th

SILENT SLUMBERDeath calls upon us, in chains and misery.
Sifting through pain and calamity.
Raining down in waves, bleeding chaos.
Is there anyone left to save us?

Nightmares plague our every walking reality,
Blending whats real with make believe.
Impossible for justice to leave its fair mark,
Leaving us in guilt, alone in the dark.

Upon nights uneven strike we cry out in despair,
But for a single life left ever in disrepair.
Upon the demons hands we cannot hope to face,
Pull us ever down to take their place.

While they roam free destroying all we have built,
Leaving us companion to our gutless guilt.
For not one of us stood and defied their

I Lost

I lost the feeling of motivation through my fingertips.
Don't know where it went or when it will come back,
If ever.

I lost all feeling in my heart.
Think I misplaced it somehwere.
Misfiled it away in my filing cabinet
But can't seem to remember where.

I lost my will to do everything I love.
All except writing angsty love poems
In my blue lined notebook.
Maybe the blue is the color of the veins on my heart.
Perhaps if I follow the lines I can find my heart again.

I lost my way and I can't seem to get directions.
Strap a GPS to me and maybe then
I'll begin to find my way and navigate life.
But too bad GPS is only to get from poi

Dry Blood

Every night I cry
But no tears shed
For years now they have been dried
Like dried blood on my lips.

Resignation

I have
not written
poetry to soften the fall,
caring not for lovers
breaking a suitor’s
uncouth hands.

I have not
written poetry to inspire
the mob, should
revolution prove us
failure again.

I have not written
poetry to elate the heart
for it to sink
once more.

I have not written poetry
only this: labors
of a silly idea
that I could confine your stride
to syntax, your grace
with grammar, your song
in unmelodious prose.

Thus, I have given up
because words will

Displacement....rhymeStanding.

Here in your life
Living through your glassy eyes
Your beauty pierces my flesh like a thousand sharp knives
My soul does not lie…
I live for your presence
It is the only reason for my existence...
Just to be beside you and feel the impact of our internal energies
Our physics...our chemistries

I wish I was the sun that caresses your gorgeous face
Shining upon you ever so gently, so brightly
Like some sort of angel, heavenly laced
But from another universe...you came into me
Compelling these alien emotions to erupt within

I wish I was the moon
Guiding you through your darkest night
I watch you drift into unconsci

Vagrant HeartsAh... the reflection in your eyes
Play across your skin
As your shivering hand reaches out...
Love fades into the sky
Another broken window
Another strip of film
But every night I still see you there
Lying in the tide
Foam rolling silently up legs bare
Are you wishing it pulls you away...?
Now you become the silken sand
Now you are the waves tenderly drowning
Under my stars, forever
Bated breaths into our fire we feed
Singeing flesh, sinking deep
Vagrant hearts
Wandering through ashen night
Sweat glistened memories
Or desires that one day might...
Possessed of us, behind closed doors
I'll be under your thoughts, forever
T

Lock Me Away

Lock me away inside your heart's encasings.
Throw away the key into the ocean's depths.
The key getting lost within the dust and algae.
Hoping it will never again be found.

Lock me away into your memory
Where I will be burned for eternity.
Never will you rid me and the memories
We once shared as one.

Lock me into your lips in a lip lock
That will last longer than time.
Growing old, world going dark as the sun dies out.
Lips super glued together as we get lost.

Lock me into your soul where no one
Can cut me away once I start to threaten your health.
Hold me close, never letting me fall
Backwards into the ocean's fury.

you
i learned a lot after i met you.

the first thing i learned was that
some people just pretend to be okay
but inside they’re breaking.
a lot of things (i mean people, and i mean you)
are not always what they seem to be.

another thing i learned was that
all good things come to an end.
(but maybe in our case, it was for the best.)

-

there’s a fine line between
love and hate.

i could never decide which one
i should have used to describe you.

-

you once told me
that i looked prettiest when i cried.

(but i think you just liked seeing me hurt.)

sometimes, when it’s late
and no one else is home
i cry.
(i don&#

Dragon SlayerThis book is a story of stories.
It is fitting to begin with one of which there are so many variations.

     Somewhere where there was a wood, far away and long enough ago not to matter to people who thought that way of getting rid of problems best, a little child found a bird on a woodland floor. The child was a boy; it could have been a girl, too, for it was just a common child.
     But the bird was a majestic thing, which storytellers would later call the Simurgh Phoenix. It was crowned with glory, with wings like the sun, and all birds were made in its image.

the dreamerDo you remember the days when you scooped me up and I thrived in your sand-grain pores? It was autumn then, the leaves were too crisp and red back then, and you know how terrified of fire I was. In the summers I turned into burning coal and cracking volcano shells, and in the winter I would be blown away in the wind, acrobatic summersaults until I became another piece of hail in an ice storm.

But the hail is beginning to thaw and soak sweetly in the swelling ground. The mud will spring grass and flowers and forests will grow before my eyes. I’m still a naive fledgling but you have your own freedom to chase after. I’m the flower und

for to fall on your deaf earsYou glisten in my throat, baby,
and glow across my pores -
but for our love to be
effective, you've gotta start shimmering, too.
You, though, will remain dull and we will
be like either side of
a glazed vase - sparkling Side A
vs. cold, unfinished clay.

I had been content to play Dagny Taggart
to your Hank Reardon,
or Hades, on fire with patience
to have my time with
the Persephone in you.
But now I'm out of analogies,
cyclically suffer

Fury Of Black Inkwell, it seems today is my last of many
my closing lines will be spilt in a fury of black ink
swirls of ideas that will never be finished
notice how this one last poem, doesn't even rhyme?

too many wondrous adjectives that I saved for nothing
one weary mind contemplates sharing inspiration
with the world, but words have finally failed
the feeling of complete tranquility astounds me

I feel myself fading, but look at the glorious
flowers blossoming on the page, from the ink
left to pool at the edge. Now my words are
appearing in front of me, just as I'm departing...

A Silent Death.i. rows and rows, the innocent cower
while the guilty stand with no regret
there is no in between, no middle ground
so where will you stand?

ii. the nooses are present, glaring at some
but who will get hung, the meek or the mighty?
there's blood on the rope, just a reminder
of all who went before them

iii. some fight, some struggle. others remain frozen
A look of terror will be the last expression on their faces
no one makes a sound, a silent death for silent people
the guilty stand with no regret.

Your Scent, My Memories

The smell of you on my satin sheets will not leave.
It's as if you are stained into them.
Your scent stuck to the pillows that when I lay down
To sleep it makes dreams of you effortless.

The jacket you gave me reeks of your manly sweat
And Grizzly Mint dip.
Your cheap Axe cologne embedded into the collar
And sleeve cuffs that it intoxicates me.
A temporary high.

The memory of you and us together is etched into my mind.
No matter how hard I try they will not dissipate.
Why can't you leave me?
You haunt my being like a lost soul walking graveyards at midnight.

The memory of hot wild nights in summertime, pure wedded bliss
Withou

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The Violin

by *SonicRocksMySocks, Mar 14, 2008, 4:45:30 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

Your heart is like the sound of a solo violin
Whether that violin is playing a soft, gentle tune all to itself, or letting out a woeful cry
I can tell only by looking at you, or seeing those soulful eyes
That you are hurting
But even when the song is sad, that violin always sounds so beautiful.

You look at me with love and emotion ineffable
And I hear that violin, even now
One lingering note of this melody brings me to my knees,
Never in my life have I heard music so lovely.

Your one sound is the softest in all the world
Other instruments drown you out in their crescendos, and you are never heard
But here in this silent room, I hear your gentle hymn.

As you look back at me, the violin's sweet cry increases in volume
And quivers with a sweet, quiet joy
So peaceful and loving, it echoes on forever
Lingering on long after its instrument is gone.

So deeply, my heart is pierced
The entire world seems to move through me
This one song makes me part of something greater than myself
And greater than the world
For never again will I feel this close to Heaven.

Let the cry of my own heart's voice swell and rise with yours in song
For you are my Only
I would never feel so worthy of this duet
If you hadn't made me part of you.

I will hear this music forever
And so will I love you, my One
Long after life has come to an end
For always you will play me this eternal hymn
On your one violin.

The Violinby *SonicRocksMySocks

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

I know I never post literature, and this doesn't even follow iambic pentameter or rhyme

But I was listening to the October Sky soundtrack (best movie ever)

And I was inspired to write.

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~HeartofSnow Dec 4, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

... .________. what CAN'T you do?!?!?!?

!iR0s3 Jul 19, 2009

This is really nice! I love it~!

*SomniumKreasIncito Jun 12, 2009

That's a really awesome poem. I happen to write poetry the same way you do!

Keep it up!

!Sumomo-chan619 May 27, 2009

i love it :]

!tokidokimazui Aug 8, 2008

i love everything in it

~Xx-Chrissy-Knoll-xX Jul 24, 2008 Student General Artist

i have never heard a poem so well-written, being a poet (and violinist) myself. that was amazing!

~Johnfleece Jun 28, 2008 Student Writer

damn you. Being too good is a crime you know.

~musical-artist Jun 6, 2008

that is absolutely beautiful

~buriedin1928 Jun 1, 2008

you seriously underestimate your writing abilities if you dont usually write poems...this poem is one of the best i have read...ever!

~Random-Musings May 5, 2008

We totally just watched October Sky in science class!

I had completely forgotten about that movie beforehand. (My uncle had rented it for us on vacation when I was five)

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