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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?

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

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

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

Lost In ConfusionMy mind is spinning without a rest
emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?

The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.
I don't understand, what is going on...

Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A rollercoaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this ?

I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noisies echo in my min

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.

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inside me.

The fear in my
chest.

The emptiness in my
heart.

The guilt in my
throat.

Ive had this
feeling
many times
before.

I think it's...
no, it can't be...
is it?
Regret?

Mountain of LifeLife is like climbing
a mountain.
There are ups and
downs.
There are cracks and
cliffs.
You can slip and fall.
You can die instantly.
There are wrong turns
that can end
in bad situations.
There are acheivements and
goals.
There is heaven and
hell.
Life,
is a mountain.

Your LoveI am stuck on it,
like and addiction.

It's my nicotine,
I always need more.

It's like a cigarette,
I breathe it in.

I need it more,
than water or air.

It's my immortality,
I need it or I'll die.

I want it, I need it,
Your love.

Cosmic KissElectricity crackles,
Chemicals boil.
Sparks fly,
Fires spread.

Explosions boom,
Avalanches slide.
Tornadoes whirl,
Tsunami's flood.
Wildfire's burn,
Droughts starve.

Your kiss,
Is cosmic.

Missing YouYour touch
still tingles on my
skin.

Your embrace
still warms my
body.

Your scent
still lingers around
me.

Your words
still hanging in mid
air.

Your smile
still stunning my
mind.

These are true.
These are facts.
I am missing you.

Chemical EyesHe has eyes
like
Diamonds.
Beautiful and
Transparent.
They are like
an ocean.
Strong but calm.

He has eyes
like
Sapphires.
Beautiful and
Blue.
They are like
the Sky.
Dark but Light.

He has eyes
like
Clouds.
Beautiful and
Kind.
They are like
Water.
Hot but Cold.

He has eyes
like
Electricity.
Beautiful and
Dangerous.
They are like
Judgement.
Hard but Soft.

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Outcast

by ~GothicRockerGirl, May 17, 2012, 10:25:07 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I have no
friends.
I have no
life.
I am an
outcast.

Everyone hates me,
nobody loves me.
Nobody ever will,
because I am an
outcast.

I have a heart.
I have a soul.
But nobody notices.

My heart is broken,
ripped from my chest.
But nobody knows.

If you know me
all too well.
You'll know this poem
is a cry for help.

Outcastby ~GothicRockerGirl

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~GothicRockerGirl

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~fishcake-y Aug 22, 2012

How I feel sometimes

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~GothicRockerGirl Aug 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Its another one of my older poems. You should read some of my new work. Although I have to put all of it up, and that might take awhile

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~fishcake-y Aug 22, 2012

I look forward to them~

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~Carabajal32 May 17, 2012 Student Artist

This is exactly how I feel all the time.

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~General986 May 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Very nice. This is how i used to be, a couple of years back... And come to think of it, i sometimes feel like this nowadays, too.

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~GothicRockerGirl May 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you, and sometimes its not bad being an outcast, if you're being yourself.

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~General986 May 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah, that's the point

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