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A Poet's RomanceShe 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.
MonophobiaYour hand found my heart with ease,
just as your words always found cracks in weakened armor,
and with the same fluidity that constantly drew my gaze,
filling me with childish need atop the comfort of company,
even if lonely:
we were never ones to stand individually.

Then you play my heart strings,
with the skill of devoted pianists and the poise
of Egyptian princes,
garbed in such confidence I have no choice but to move my lips
to words hummed beneath your steady breath;
the words my heart stammers over,
as weak a fool as ever.

Necessities mash like fevered lips,
merging us as one being,
one entity of which to rejoice with
The Wind Beneath My WingsA gust,
Ruffling the feathers of my charcoal wings
Hung low in my despair.
A tilt of the chin
Upwards,
To the dark midnight of hopes and dreams
I cannot reach,
Twinkling as if they still are beckoning me.
I was numbed.
I gave up on them long ago.

Another soft caress;
Like a push urging me gently forward.
It is not like the cold I am accustomed to,
But warm as it rushes past me.
Please wait…
I have not felt the wind in so long.

So much time spent nailed to the ground.
Do they even work anymore;
These blackened wings of mine,
Tainted with the darkness I used to dwell with
And ruined by my impurities?
Though they are ta
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.
CrescendoCellos sing an agony of the heart;
an astringent song of parting,
tearing at tears burrowed deep within the iris.  

Emptiness fills the void of your absence,
accompanied by an intolerable yearning
which asphyxiates me, submerges me
within tears I leave unshed.

Please mollify me,  liberate  me,
of your reminiscence, of this attentive desertion;
my trembling whispers cannot stray from your name.
I cannot dream of alien touches, or others' devoted affections:
the salvation provided for the heart I keep in darkness.
and I find I cannot blind it to the joys of light once entirely experienced,
and so candidly felt.

I blam
If Love Would Leave a LegacyYour lovely crystalline bones,
wrapped tight inside chilled casing,
laying strewn against old cherry wood
with company of lover's notes upon your lower lip;
a last caress of parchment as we bury you in earth.

Goodbye my love, Goodbye,
words that refuse to leave lips chapped and clamped in mourning,
as silent and white as knuckles curled in trembling fists.
Reddest rivers slink sultrily down tight airways, filled with aching hunger,
and sliding alongside sores of salivated lies,
where I swallowed all my silent sobs in concurrence with
these barbed and yearning sentiments.
It was nowhere near enough.

Regret shall rid unsightly
Dare to DreamSo bravely envisioning goals within your mind,
those same goals that slowly change to dreams,
reflected in your eyes not just the aspirations
of a creative mind,
but of a dreamer.

The smallest of smiles,
as if to seal the deal...

already so eager to reach your destination,
with butterfly wings strapped to your back
and arms outstretched to soar.
Crumbling FacadeHeart screaming,
Crying out for release,
Emotions wound around its surface as it
Breathes life inside your chest.
They pull tighter,
Like strings on a puppet;
The pain rips through your being,
But nothing can erase your obedient smile
And your rosy, dimpled cheeks.
    If only the tears weren't falling…
Practice Makes PerfectI feel the blow to my very bones
And as painful as it is,
I do not cry out.
But more painful is the agony inside my chest,
The chaos,
And the constricting of my heart;
The way it skips a beat and I forget to breathe.

I guess I deserved it for my thoughtless words,
But why so hard?
Why with so much force?
And why to someone you supposedly love?
But love is pain
And without it you cannot grow closer.
So I take it all in silence,
My eyes downcast.
I look everywhere but her eyes.
I know there will be regret,
But it is nothing compared to the betrayal I feel.
She said she would never do it again.
Is this the proof of her prom
The Juncture of Skin and BoneRipples of rib, moving smoothly over hills of bone,
an expansion of skin dipped and concave. such
irregular habits give way to soft sinking
skin, mountainous ridges piercing through malnourished flesh like
enamel slowly leaking out bone; traitorous and seemingly backwards.

Always shrinking—hunching inwards due in part to
will and the structured stretch of spine.
and what simple thought ever plagued the soul, until
ridicule spilled from pore and pore,
enabled and assiduous.
now plastic measuring tapes
entrap bare imperfect waists, pulling tighter, tighter, and tighter
still. stripping the skin clear with gut wren
YearningDo you know what it's like
To love someone to the point of agony?
To the point it's excruciating to know
You can never be one soul?
Do you know how it feels
To have your heartbeat sync to theirs,
And to wish, that in that moment, they could merge?

But we shall stay separated;
We can only be ourselves.
But I cannot forgive this part of me
That remains yearning for your soul.
SexualityThoughts plague my broken mind,
having no sense or feel for time.
I lay awake and count the wishes
my thoughts seem to touch.

Another sleepless night
from another stupid fight.
Was it worth anything?
A wound in the midst of healing.
All I can do is cover my mouth
and hope my sobs don't come out as shouts.

By the time I finish my hair is wet
from the trail my tears have left.
I tremble and shake under the weight of the knowledge
that I haven't confronted the worse problem yet.

Will I be accepted
or just flat out rejected?
I can't help that the way I feel
isn't what they wanted to hear.
but don't I deserve a chance to be happ
A Time of GreyYou've moved on but I remember those grey days,
ink scrawled onto worn, crumpled paper.
Words my escape, indifference my mask;
all were things I used to shove everything down.
I would keep shoving, too, until I choked on every last
one of these cruel, barbed words.
On days like this, writing seems not to be a talent,
but a curse, eating away at my soul as the bottle is sealed shut once more.

Just like those grim days which were cloudy and rainy,
I remember, quite clearly, the color that exploded from you.
Opposites attract, perhaps, but I had yearned for such brilliance:
a light in the dark, a color to disturb the grayscale.
I rem
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.
Puzzle PiecesI'm broken;
Uneven shards litter the carpet.
It looks just like a puzzle
That's waiting to be assembled.

Find the edges—that's where you start.
Piece together my broken heart.
Piece together every dream that's been shattered,
Until it's done nothing else matters.

Working towards the middle,
The pieces don't really fit.
Why won't they come together?
You dismember the puzzle to start all over.

I wish I had the strength to talk,
To tell you sweet and soft:
"Don't bother, it's beyond repair.
You can't fix it; it's felt too much despair."

But you keep trying and trying;
Growing more frustrated and angry.

I dearly wish y
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Electric flashes upon the skin;
reflections of fear's loving advocate.

Infect me white and loud,
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over brittle bones
making me a beautiful

O      c        e        a         n.


and how he loves to rock within me;
a sailboat on blue tremulous waves,


         waiting for tsunamis.

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Not entirely sure of some of my word choice in this. If it needs to be changed please let me know! I would be very grateful. I had to choose between the ending in use, or "awaiting cold tsunmis". I have no idea which to choose.

As for the inspiration... we'll say my fear of lightning (as there are numerous white flashes outside my house :fear:)

Hope you will enjoy this one! I'm starting to like these short poems, however will no doubt write more long ones in the future. If you have feedback as to which you prefer from me, that would be much appreciated as well (just so I can make a main practice?)
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Critique, as always, is so very appreciated :thanks:

Also, due to the fact school is back on for me, I will probably not be as active. Thanks for your patience!
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Thank you so much! :heart:
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=slowslicksnails Mar 24, 2013  Student Writer
This is beautiful. The interpretation I have for this one is that it's about sex - it's a classy way to write about sex, anyways. But since reading the description, I feel like I'm wrong, and would love to know the original meaning to the poem.

I like how 'ocean' is put into the poem. I like how spread out, fancy, and ocean-like it looks like. It's a cool effect.

My favorite part is the second to last stanza, it's very beautiful, but the poem is beautiful as a whole. Great job.
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~Nullibicity Mar 31, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Your comment opened my eyes to the possibilities of this poem. It prompted me to really go back and read this poem, scouring for every symbol and metaphor... I really was happy to have such new perspective that drew from me such desire to delve within my own work; it is not often I can delve into my work with such vigor. For this, I thank you!!

As for the meaning... I never really thought too much about it (this poem was one that just rolled off the tongue in mere seconds), but I believe you actually were spot on. I reread this poem several times, and the way this poem breathed and the way the words were chosen, I came to the conclusion that I did in fact write this to pertain to sex.
Thank you so very much for giving me so much to ponder! I deeply appreciate all the compliments you've extended to me, and I really loved that you shared your opinion!

I apologize, however, for the late reply: I've been on break from deviantART due to some busy schedules. I must say, though, that this was a wonderful comment to come back to... I just really was grateful for the interest and passion you had to look through this so carefully :hug: Thank you, again!
I also am so grateful for the watch :iconbowplz: I hope I do not disappoint!
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=schongslipper Sep 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Ah, so beautiful. The way you spread out "ocean" really made me look for the meaning, the connection. It transitioned the poem abruptly, but gently, if both are possible.I like "waiting for tsunamis" better, but I really think it's pretty subjective. The length of this piece fit it, and that was nice to see as your writing is usually longer. Overall, lovely poem.
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~Nullibicity Sep 22, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
:glomp: You always make me feel like a bundle of diamonds... sparkly and valued! Thank you for taking the time to write me your lovely, insightful thoughts. I really appreciate every single one!

I was very excited to hear you liked this one as well, as I had my usual insecurities about it. The length was one, so I thank you for easing some of those worries :D. I also want to thank you for your input on the ending: I had originally put "waiting for tsunamis", but I kept differing as I wasn't sure which helped the poem. I reread the poem and decided I like it a lot better, as well.

What would I do without you? :cuddle:
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=schongslipper Sep 23, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
haha =P Glad I could help validate your amazingness.
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~Nullibicity Sep 23, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
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~magalbagal Sep 2, 2012  Student Writer
i luv luv luv this. it's beautiful
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~Nullibicity Sep 2, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you kindly for your encouraging words.
I deeply appreciate it :heart:
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~magalbagal Sep 3, 2012  Student Writer
np anytime
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Mood: Love =Kurokos-Black-Star Aug 31, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
This is so beautifully written. I can actually feel as if I'm at the ocean waiting the the next big wave to wipe everything out. It's so cool!!!! :iconbwavoplz: :love:
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