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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
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
we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.

I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way

(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not

the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding

we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
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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
Onceyour beauty lies restless behind those
hills, where you fought valiantly. and
the man you once were was brave and kind,
but now you are possessed by a passenger
of darkness, whispering words of your
loneliness.

the man you once were is forgotten, and
the man you are today, is only a ghost, a
shadow, of what you were before.
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?
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
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.
FossilizedLiving proof of fossils alive,
and no horseshoe-crab am I.

Nor, inhabitable harsh compression of plates,
residing under humid marsh-scapes.

I mold into the walls, as chalky old coal.
But I am no mineral, no era.
I am not, Mesozoic.

Through the ages
Iron
Bronze
silver, gold and heroic.

I remain a still-life; and no Iduna's apples would retain my youth
No magic fountains, or time devices, or wrist watches.
I am the machine of time.
The watcher, omnipotent, the wise.

But

no God am I

Somewhere, sweet tangy sap trolleys down cracked bark.
Somewhere, celestial bodies erupt unseen.
Somewhere, a abrupt breeze blows overturned bi-cycle tire
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.
HorsepowerHorsepower

There’s a knife turnin in my soft parts
And heat burnin my mind on hard starts
The motors runnin but I lost the wheel
Just want it to be numb don’t wanna feel
Take two steps back and put it in park
Before I leave scarred up black marks
I need a u-turn on this highway
But can’t go back on the by-way
So look ahead, the pavement goes on
Break the rear-view mirror it’s gone
Contemplate
Reiterate
Put it in drive
And say goodbye
Let’s see how fast this bitch can fly

-Cygam7
nightmarethe foxes are at your bedside and singing--
feversongs,
songs of boiling thoughts
and broken muscles.
their lullabyes.
they sneak so quiet, and
somehow,
you can't quite
dream
anymore.
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
Here and There, Now and ThenBurnt umber dawn, swaying electric trees
Thousands of souls chant in the summer wind
Journals of the dead are read by schoolchildren
They awake shaking someone else's dreams from their heads

Static electricity on the nape of your neck
In the television, on your phone, in your dinner
The calling of a murder of crows from the trees
You remember the view from the hospital room window

A smorgasbord of life and limb, death and decay
The antiseptic smell has an undercoating of rot and dirt
Talismans won't work any more than prayers and candles
Soldiers still fight lost wars, glory in the faded night

Tall fences are built to keep the worlds separ
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I Dream By DayI dream by day,
When thoughts provoke
And wonders awoke.
I dream by morning and noon,
When the sky is so blue,
The sun glistens high,
When you can wonder why.

I dream of wonder,
Or galore and splendor,
Of fear and strife,
Of equality and rights.

I dream utopia,
The incredible impossibility,
A topic so often raised,
My vision different from all,
My view only my own,
Can't see other's thoughts.
They can't see mine.

I dream of freedom,
Of wings that fly
And legs that run and run,
I dream of blissful skies
And the depth below.

I dream of dreams,
Of wishes and hopes,
Of the great human flaw
To hope the impossible,
To wis
You Can't Take Me DownI've stood alone
Atop the hill,
I've run away
But now I'm still.
Let the evil swarm around me,
Let it screech
And let it scream.
It will never tear me down.

Let your taunting voice chant on,
Let it fill the void,
I won't give in
I won't dare listen,
Don't ever drag me under.

I've watched the sky fall on my head,
Watched the tear drops splatter.
I've felt the rush of blood leak through
Drunken with the power.

Don't you dare push me down,
Capture my soul,
Strangle my heart.
I will stand alone
If no one is with me.
I won't let you reach me.

Let the stars shine ahead,
Let the wispy clouds crawl in,
Rain drops fall like te
Never Known LoveNever known love,
Never known the famous feeling,
Those fizzy, fluttering insects
Dancing in your soul.

Never seen a spirit through eyes,
Never had that window open,
I've never felt the weary sighs,
Never had a true fight.

Don't feel sorry for me,
I blame myself.
Searching but not seeking,
Living without true feeling,
The rush ain't there,
That jolting feeling,
A million bolts
Shoot right through you,
Melt with it.
It makes you melt.
I know but not personally,
I'll never know for sure.

Never had a sparkling kiss,
Never closed my eyes in bliss,
Never known
What life's all about.

I've never lost,
Never broken up,
Never

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I woke up this morning
and the first thought into my mind was
"Damn."
Because I have to do it all over again.
I have to get up,
I have to go to school,
I have to listen to robots
who don't understand my way of thinking.
And I realize
I can't take it.

I can't take it anymore!
I can't stand it!
Every day is the exact same thing!
It's driving me mad and pissing me off!
I just can't take it.

I have no fear of pain,
no fear of others dying
because I know it's only fate
but why, I wonder, is this my life?
Why am I not trapped in a war,
why am I not driven to survive,
forced to escape,
obliged to attack?
When the worst hell I can think of,
the very worst that exists
in my strange-thinking mind
is repetition.

I can't stand it!
I need to get away!
But what can I do
when I'm just so "privileged"
to have a consistent life.
To be able to watch TV
and play sports.
To go to school
and be taught pointless notions
and non-existent morals.
No!
NO!
I swear I'd give it all up in a second
just to end the loop.

I refuse to believe this is the "good life"
that THIS is the life everyone dreams of!
It's not! It can't be!
I'm craving for something,
I need an escape.
Get me out of this God-damned loop!
Send me into the world!

I hate the government,
I hate the schools,
I hate the "limited" medicine
and I can't stand this life.

I make no difference.
I'm not doing anything,
I can't do anything
when I'm taught I'm so privileged,
when it would be stupid to run
from such a wonderful life.
well, dammit!
I NEED to run!
I NEED to get away!
I can't take it!

I need to be the single soul to rise up against,
the one who's voice is heard on the wind,
the one who breathes in nothing but pollution
and who dreams of fresh air.
I need to be something!
I need to do something!
I need to be out of this loop!

Because I'd rather die young
and for a cause
than old and for nothing.

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Ugh! I was so mad when I wrote this. I'm so sick of doing the same thing over and over and over. I need a cause to do these things!

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~InnuendoXGirl May 18, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Repetition is the worst! I hope you find something to separate your days!
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~Go-a-Green-a May 18, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks. I'm searching.
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