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Sea
Her love was bone white,
unblemished and
stunning

[ but never like diamonds. ]

Truth then became water to
pruning fingers and splitting lips,
while she drowned
in the mouth
of a liar like me.

In October.She is chameleons,

bare-tree umbrellas
somewhere beneath
Autumn’s underbelly,

beside once-remembered friends
of once-remembered pasts,

falling fragmented in kitchen sinks
and cleaning bottles,

still
breaking hearts for puzzles,

still
bandaging wounds on tables
of answers without questions;

and she is still unknown
come next October.

Bone-danceMy skeleton is night
and solace,
ever the drifter
in powdered skies and
hollowed sight.

These red rivers
stir and breathe
in bone-dance:
temptation’s lullaby
for a width and stretch of slumber.

Kisses give soul to
granite marble;
and my bones,
(oh, what dreaming bones):

they dance no more.

had I wished for sight.My wish-on-me star,
whose ears I filled to secret’s brim,
whose implosions I hemmed
still layers deeper:

I’m sorry I wore stitches
and scabs with try-agains.

You sacrificed paper dreams,
Crumpling and sending airplane
answers until my skies were
wishgiving.

Apologies have sweetened
on tight-pressed lips—
a thick and sultry wine—

but you’re now constellating
apparitions, in city skyscapes;
and my vocal chords
are coarse sand

and silence.

lessons in surrenderi.
She wished to be dressed in poetry
but she didn’t understand that
imagery fades and that metaphors
are too easily forgotten.

ii.
She asked why I didn’t utilize my
alliteration eyes—why I hid the tag
‘ hello my name is: writer ’
beneath San Francisco bays
and rotting ink grenades,
still in dead crusade.

iii.
I broke pencil shavings in
skybound veins, just to taste
the words
and I bled like a sinner
for mere dreams of some redemption.

“I’m only a poet of capitulation”

a new ocean to explore.Selling souvenirs,
falling through the atmosphere;

my heart is nothing
but a thread on unsure sleeves,
fraying at the seams.

Yet I still come home to
your crystal clavicles,

giving salt to shores;

a new ocean to explore.

.Were We Not MarionettesI bend
as
she bends,
arms a graceful
bridge of mourning—

our eyes
rippling plains of remembrance.
(but at least we remember)

I lean beside
her,
both hopeless
heaps of wood
and string;

pirouettes fall
in time to blurry
rivers

and irises plead
only as allowed:

moisturizing this
shell of
splintered skin.

Stardust.I partook in the poison
of your miracle, for
I believed you a magician:

You pulled chronic weariness
from my marrow—

my faith,
from hazy depths grown
too accustomed.

The eggs spoiled fast:
you pulled from your hat
an act of distrust,
and you left me

with stardust,

with stardust.

Supernova WakeThey star-gazed in his brain
(taking telescopes to lynching sanity)
to see just how he breathed…

how curtained eyes with lion’s mane
concealed inhaling pleas,
which carefully fell
from the shelter of paradox lips
and the crevices of chapped lies…

how tombstones bled into his teeth—
and heartbreak on his tongue—
and how under the belly of manta ray skies,

he laid to rest the dreams
he once did dare to dream.

with the only apathy I could feign. You and I:

makeshift souls of birdsong,
because we’d only word-etched ribs
and hearts incompatible with stillness.

We’d breathe trust in parallel irises,
just to see hope fall before ruin;
darkness was learned better swords than opponents,
and they stabbed as swift as sure.

I and You:

regretting in weeping,
for love never learned to be held—
for souls always seemed to be cracked
by each stretching tongue of longing.

Perhaps love is lost before it is found,
and perhaps love stays lost to hearts
gifted without the affinity for li

To You...Words… they were just words:
They could never be held
between ribs, engraved and memorized
with the sacredness of biblical verses
and loving confessions.

No matter how I drew
your devoted breath,
the beauty of words spoken
were lost;

their use was for mounting
need,
for surmising emotions only
fleeting and cold…

They never were tools to court,
s o f t l y ,
and to worship,
wholly;
they never gave to closed
hearts and eyes: They never made to feel.

To you,
words were frivolous—trivial
(and I was nothing but a rambling fool)

Ink Languid [ I watched ]
she tore sanity
from poetry scabs,
manicures fraying—
chipping.

[ I wept ]
she chased words
beneath scarred vows
within her
drowsy veins.

[ I broke ]
she hung and sang
from her tired seams:

“I finally feel alive.”

Delete NonetI like to delete parts of my life.
Memory here, an item there.
Fade them away to darkness.
Making room for the light.
The past can’t hold me.
I’m letting go.
Flying now.
Running
free.

1/4/12 ( Sorry that these all suck so badly T^T )Migration's Flight

I wave from misty bogs,
knee deep in frosted ‘love,’
as agony flies from my chest,

like sparrows…

and they take off

in search
of colder climates.

David

I once set foot on a star
named David;

he was Saturn:
encompassed in perfect
unity.

He took my hair from clouds;
and in night,
he stilled my traveling bones.

And just as a star,
he imploded,
into someone else’s universe,

to revolve around someone else’s sun.

but what more could one ask
Of a star so bright?

Nephylym

You sit atop winged seraphs
and stake your claim of might;
I am ever still, sculpted heartbreak…
parasitic fr

The Concept of PerspectiveI unfurl with lavender,
wild and stretching possibilities
within velvet serenity.

I sway joyously with conducting trees
and fall with musical, tumbling leaves,
recognition whole;

and for once,
time does not govern
but witnesses.

I change like the seasons,
no complicated reason...
just that I do;

it is as they always say:
some things, they never change.

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uncertain.

The sunlight streams gently in like
a stream of amber;
disarming me.

I hold my breath,
hesitant,
afraid;
there are a million things you could
say within this moment.

I want to run:
here I am vulnerable under your studying eyes.
After last night the insecurities should be washed away,
but have only seemed to increase...
to the point my heart is barely able to hold them.

I brace myself for rejection,
for rejection is all I've ever known.

Instead, you wrap me safely in your arms,
and my worries are silenced with the syncing of our heartbeats.
Ba-thump, Ba-thump.

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A Poet's Romance

by ~Nullibicity, Jan 21, 2013, 6:11:25 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

She was the quiet sort,
tsunamis tucked
within her eyes,
anxieties pinned
to pottery skin;

she would mold herself
into moonlight butterflies
and glist'ning calla lilies,

pure and white and
beautiful.

and when night cast
itself upon her in
heated, hard'ning flames,

she’d smash herself
upon the rocks
and in morning start
again.

A Poet's Romanceby ~Nullibicity

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

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I would fill her with poetry,
breathe it in her skin; she is the perfect metaphor,
so beautifully whole and wrecked.

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_{I sort of was infatuated with a poet finding someone whom he wanted to write words upon—thrust his passion upon.
Your thoughts would be much appreciated (and any critique you may have: I'm still learning!)

_{(and if you don't like the title, please let me know! I've been having troubles lately in titling my work)}}

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~apple-fresh 5 days ago Hobbyist Writer

Why have I not read one of your works before? Gotta fix myself 'cause this is really beautiful.

~doublethefun Apr 27, 2013

I like your style and the idea behind this! The comment on it is intriguing too. I want to read more of that haha

~Nullibicity May 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you for such lovely feedback! It is warmly appreciated and you are so very kind. I'm glad you liked it!

~PassionandPromise Apr 22, 2013 Student Writer

Amazing!!! <3
As I said before, your imagery... Seriously, my eyes are GLUED to the screen here: I've got goosebumps, and I'm not joking!!!
xxx

~Nullibicity Apr 24, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Your words are so uplifting! Thank you! To hear you received goosebumps while reading just makes my day. I'm glad you liked it so (:
Thank you so much for leaving a comment: it is much appreciated

=minninnewah Apr 21, 2013 Student Writer

Wow. The whole first stanza is absolutely beautiful, creative, and unique imagery! I like how you use apostrophes in uncommon places to mould the flow how you want it. I also love how most of the poem is gentle and pretty, and then the ending is violent and ominous, giving the piece a whole new layer of depth. Very well done!

~Nullibicity Apr 21, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

To have such lovely words from a wonderful writer is great! Thank you so very much for taking the time to both read and comment!
I honestly had not seen this poem as that complex until I read your words... then I realized there might actually be more to it then I thought. The story and reasons behind my writing it were indeed complex... but I am always unsure if the complexity is transferred into the actual poem. My worries are eased, though, and I'm excited to have discovered new things about this piece!

Thank you, again. Your feedback is warmly appreciated

=minninnewah Apr 21, 2013 Student Writer

I know the feeling, whenever somebody tells me how they understood my piece, I learn something knew about it, even though I created it! It's an amazing part of writing.

~Nullibicity Apr 21, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

A very nice way to put it! I agree completely

~ScorpionHoliday Apr 14, 2013

a perfect description of inner chaos shielded by beauty. I adore each word put into it, and honestly believe that the title is very suiting.

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