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EnzymaticIn my tears I drowned for you
when my cries could not grow fingers to r e a c h ;
you were apathy wrapped in silent smiles,
which touched and made to feel.

I felt you—discovered you,
like children sent scavenging for
hidden notes and clues;
you were a jagged jigsaw puzzle
lovingly pieced together…

Done in silence,
through studied observations
and tentative smiles aimed at shoulder blades;
you would never grant me access
if you knew my subtle intimacy…
left one-sided and aching like
goodbyes rolled into single nights of warm

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 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.

.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.

Burying SeptemberIf you were a person, then I'm
something you've forgotten; something inadvertently lost,
discarded on damp, cobblestone walkways where tattered
beggars are just lingering sympathies.

I think I now can relate to unintended loners,
the ones more enforced than observed—
Lost within themselves, as I remain lost in darkness;
They without company, and I without you.

If those like you are people too,
then they are all virtual, resembling you with acute precision;
your glow, your warmth, your light,
all which bring about feelings of belonging, and correctness…

Yet I find myself abutted to clinking cans lacking of change,
huddle

Hollowing My HeartYour fleshly home…
I  crawled  right in.

Vein and artery cradled me
Within open womb;
The origin of safety and adulation.

and so I burrowed, nestled—
excavated:
finally accepted into your heart
and bodily corners…

Where you could never
             l e a v e  me,

Where you would always
             l o v e   me.

I bound myself to you,
and became your everything.

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

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.”

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

Hide and SeekUnder the surface,
immersed beneath disjointed segments of sky,
as beautiful a tragedy as my own circumstance;

I hang suspended in space; a child gifted to nature,
breathing in salt and subtle stains of oil,
trapped in blue so vast and
ever-stretching;
endless.

Lungs fill like little pink balloons,
full and ready to throw in friendly fire.
My chest moves with each gentle inhalation of water,
fluttering energetically at the speed of emerald hummingbirds that
joyfully flit
and fly
past coral reefs and secluded starfish,
deeper into depths of serenity and quiet:

my perfect hiding place.

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.

Choking To Death Was Never So Peacefulevery time she comes around i catch my breath,
if i breathe too loud i might blow her away.
one too many times i've let her slip through my fingers like sand
and i refuse to take that chance again.

so i hold my breath to keep you here,
i'll slowly suffocate in your arms.
your heart next to mine drowns out the screaming in my lungs.
if i wake up in the morning without a pulse,
it's because i fell asleep with a smile on my lips.

We the Poets- Veiling LustWe,
The poets.

INVENTED
Love.

Through fabled fingers spouting metaphoric bliss,
Losing ourselves in their entrapping eyes,
Forgetting who we are,
Forsaken for our words.

Lost.

For what we think is love, we feel,
But only through our staggered breaths,
And stained innocence.
Beneath the dimming streetlights,
Hiding away in darkness.
A dress code less than strict.

A dance we needn't learn the steps to,
To a song that only we ascribe the lyrics.

Beneath the veil of something more,
The animal stands pacing.
And every touch,
Leaves our hearts racing,
Eyes locked,
Facing.
Gracing yearning lips with simple touch,

Lust only co

Navy BlueHe's an old alcoholic,
and he grips his bottle with a hand of the working class.
The other lightly clasps a lit cigarette,
it's smell faint to his aged nose.
He has a story to tell,
but no one cares to look his way.

An old war hero,
he never bragged.
Sailed three seas away,
his beaten glasses were all he had.

He came home to a loving embrace,
a humble look on his face,
but after quiet years at home,
the divorce hit him where it hurt.

Living alone,
the shame ovetook him.
With a puff and a sip,
he finally lost his mind.

He had a soldier's funeral,
twenty one shots graced the air.
And on that day,
he finally didn't have a ca

Mute Say - SonnetIt seems these stifled words for you will always lack music
No matter how smooth or effortless they fall from the vine,
Not ever heard raising a single pitched note into your mind,
And thinking on what to do makes me somewhat muse sick
Knowing words with no tune is just mute say, mute poetry,
A forsaken giant no one sits under, namely the wise Poetree.
Your head is often a mass of undeveloped skull fat flapping
In the wind, and your brain, sand my pressed fingers draw in,
But no matter what messages or 'I'm telling you' premonition,
There they are, erased with every high-rising wave slapping.
Down this fretboard of lines my pen slides, burnin

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DisillusionmentI'm through and done,
more so than past times when I've uttered the same.
I convinced myself to trust myself,
and my diffident heart betrayed me
by believing in something unstable—erratic,
like wildfire in cluttered lumber yards.

There are no second chances,
allowing repeat-offenders or further blunders;
One mistake's sufficient and I learn swiftly.

Because of this I'm done and through,
Unwilling to sacrifice to feel,
Firm in my stance against excessive destruction.
(I revel at the extremity of this bitter irony,
scars testifying in a bitter delight.)

You can have everything I am;
I'm of no further use to me.
If you, too

A Little IncentiveVicious, bitter;
emotions so tangled—knotted, that spider webs appear
meager and feeble.
I've become ensnared, so oblivious to hazardous portions of web,
completely of my own inadvertent making.

My only escape is within the mind,
creating pathways of distraction,
leading myself in circles to offer breath and
release.

Luckily there's darkness
which hides to conceal,
and where I can pretend even my thoughts are blind,
my emotions confused and void;
As lost in night as I become.

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Liberate the Mind

by ~Nullibicity, Jul 27, 2012, 7:49:45 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

_{Stronger than myself,
but weaker;
a varying constant, if possible at all.

I can trust in the cycles of confidence
to the heavy weight of
worthlessness, but can give not pattern or apathy
to the event,
only aching bouts of shame,

for holding the head high,
shoulders back and squared in certainty
brings much exhaustion, which then
allows easily the act of hunching in
to keep from bleeding out.

Perhaps I will adapt like clever chameleons
who excel in hiding and
camouflage;
and perhaps hypocritical smiles will cease
encouragement to fraudulent behavior,
which always bring out simulated bests
in me.

but maybe genuine efforts reap no results,
putting honest theorists to
silent rest.

and maybe I ponder the unknown like stargazers ponder
constellations and crowded masses
for the purpose of false security;

I no longer have control.}

Liberate the Mindby ~Nullibicity

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

_{I decided to participate in a contest. My first. Which lead to obsession, because I didn't want my first contest entry ever to be a jumble of crap. I dearly hope that is not the case, though I will admit it's all over the place . Practice makes better!

I thought it'd be good to expand my experiences, too, so this will be a valuable one which I believe can teach me some things. I know one should never stop learning and improving!

_______________________

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Contest details: here
Chosen prompt: control}

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~RenosGirl77 Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Wow. I dearly hope you won the contest, because this is simply fantastic!! XD Just...wow. I have been there may a time myself, and you just captured the essence of those feelings perfectly. You. Are. A bonefied GENIUS, I swear it.

~Nullibicity Apr 7, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I actually did; It was quite the surprise.

I'm so happy to hear I wrote something that could relate to you. That is such a wonderful thing for a writer to hear!

Thank you!

~RenosGirl77 5 days ago Hobbyist Writer

Woo, I'm so happy to hear you won!! XD You totally deserved to - it would be so amazing if you could get some of your poetry published professionally one day, because it's certainly good enough for that!!

You are absolutely welcome - I really did love this piece.

Keep up the awesomesauce work and DFTBA!! XD

~Nullibicity 5 days ago Hobbyist Writer

I'm looking forward to that day! I honestly (thanks to you

) am planning on trying... I just don't feel like my collection is ready yet. I have a few poems in mind, but I've not enough yet. Hopefully within the next few years, maybe? -fingers crossed-

~RenosGirl77 4 days ago Hobbyist Writer

Me too!! XD I'm really, really happy to hear that, please just take as much time as you need to get things just right. I know what it's like if you feel rushed to do something creative, and there's no real hurry - your collection will be ready when it's ready.

I'll be crossing my fingers for you too!!

~v3n0m607 Aug 26, 2012 Student Digital Artist

I like this one cause it is somewhat difficult to figure out what you are talking about. It makes you think a little bit

Nice

~Nullibicity Aug 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

It was more about the emotions within myself, and their habit of fluctuating in abrupt and varying patterns.
I was gifted enough to have won the contest with this piece as well, so I was very happy, though I know I could have done better!

Glad you liked it, and good to hear from you!

~v3n0m607 Aug 27, 2012 Student Digital Artist

You won a contest?

awesome!

I am stricken with jealousy and don't know if we can be friends anymore...

Just kidding just kidding

~Nullibicity Aug 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Yes. It was an excellent learning experience and I was very honored to receive 1st place!

Well fine...
_{just be that way, then.
_{I didn't want to be your friend, anyway!}}

~v3n0m607 Aug 28, 2012 Student Digital Artist

Well fine then..................

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