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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

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

Liberate the MindStronger 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

04 - Remember MeThink not of decay when reapers lay claim,
Nor of sharp loss in following mourning;
On that day let hushed pleasantries acclaim.
And kiss the life from dulled eyes, unseeing.

Find not thy feet above flower-laid stones:
‘Neath earthly linen I shan’t rouse for thee.
So whether memories make new or old:
Beloved love, remember me fondly.

Sell thy sorrows to swift merchanting winds,
Be stolen by thy existence and time.
Overlook me for sanity’s defense,
But discard me not to the undefined.

My life doth re-begin through memory,
So my beloved love: remember me.

On the SeafloorUnseeing eyes attracted to unseeing people:
a tidal cycle that pulls me under—
buries me,
beneath salted layers of foam.

I thought mistakes bred solutions—
different methods of hopeful change,
but I lay submerged,
and I subjectively ponder
this warden Loneliness
until my eyes secret watered gallons
to outline saline graves.

I rest in my watery casket of winding seaweed,
and I breathe in the moonlight from peaks of exuberant waves;

I pull the stars over my head, fluff the shell-filled sand
and am finally free.

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

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

As Generations Go ByGnarled fingers pierce the stars above me,
rickety and bony, but still those fingers I love so much.
I lay back in the meadow's soft green grass, letting my hair wrap
around each olive blade while you spin your stories, lighting the
sky alive with each word those chapped lips let overflow.

I love you…
I love you, I love you…

Supporting my head with my hand I watch as your eyes dance,
traveling from star to star, darting from each cotton-candy cloud.
You talk of dreams, how they're important to keep and cherish—
to pursue relentlessly, because they are a human's magic.
You relay the importance of wish

Winter's Tears It became the gentle kiss upon his lungs.
Slow at first it flowed,
Filling sacks with liquid death,
Though, not long after, the violent swirls filled him to the brim.
As the sunlight breached his azure prison, his last breaths
Departed in a flurry, rising to dissolve absently on the lagoon's calm surface.

Yet here, a victim myself, I find myself saying "rest in peace;
Those claimed by chilly currents and continuous ripples,
Those whose body never once knew cold until submerged below the ice,
And nothing but ice will remain, even after it's been overturned, chiseled, and mel

Salty TearsPeace,
And oh how it gently flows around me.
It is the wind blowing back my blonde hair;
The gull's soft calls from the blue void far above.
It is the waves' violent beauty as they thrust themselves
Against the rocks.

Yet this violence does not reach me:

I only feel the gentle lap of salt waters on my slender feet,
Which sink further into the sand with every wave that passes over.

I feel most alive here—
Not even the sting of metal could bring forth such vibrancy—
And I can't help but close my eyes to breathe it in.

Here it is,
The Sea and I,
Connected by my feet in the damp, clingy sand,
Both heaving with a sorrow th

MockeryAnother butterfly crumples,
edges of silken wings twisting under hissing blazes.
Colorful patterns dissolve to grey and ash,
spiraling into winds that once aided freedom,
now mopping up the aftermath.

and now I have something to write about,
scratching lead joining the rustling of growing leaves, and the
falling of shaded butterflies.

'Strength' is written down over and over,
as if repetition will bring it realism.
I hide cowardly natures behind this pad and paper,
nose buried in the glamorous beauty of these words,
in which sorrows retreat,

every one as pitiable as the last.

My Somber KingAutumn, my Autumn, why must thou perish,
thy life cut short by falling leaves and frost?
Icy fingers grip your colors harshly,
strangling, leaving your vibrancy dead.
Must I watch as leaves begin to depart,
whipped violently away by Winter's hand?
Curse this cold, this snow, this "heaven on earth,"
it relieves me not of my memories.
Please, leave me not, my reason, my color;
the greyest monotones fill your absence.

Angel, My Angel, Here is Where We PartHow I've dreamed of this warm embrace;
It slowly thaws my heart and lets my tears flow forth.
I've restricted them for so long.
Now, from where my cheek rests against your
Silk white wing, I can pretend it'll be like this forever.
I can pretend that the next time our paths cross,
Your wings and arms will be outstretched, welcoming me
Like I was worth something, like I mattered.
Perhaps I am all the words you showered upon me:
But doesn't sympathy come into these situations, willing to spout anything to stop the
Water falling from one's eye?
Is it just because I look better with a smile upon my face,
Or because you actually want

The ChillThe horrible chill in my bones
Consumes,
Eating its way outward
Until I'm encased in the horror,
A cocoon of fear.

               It licks at my ribs,
               Leaving bones to quiver like strings pulled
               Taught in the powerful wind.

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Monophobia

by ~Nullibicity, Aug 8, 2012, 7:01:36 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

_{Your 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 proclamations of fragile love.
and when our lips do make war,
I kiss you into my own oblivion,
drawing you deeper inside me to dwell and comfort,
though you decay fleshly walls
and expanding sacks of breath,
of life;
a bloody clash of love producing broken wills and such
twisted affections,
mangling us further towards impending destruction:
so horribly together,
yet so torturously apart.

and even death cannot purge my lips of your name.}

Monophobiaby ~Nullibicity

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

_{I've always been able to relate to Autophobia, and was inspired to do a similar piece for its relative.

_{Monophobia- The abnormal fear of being alone, and/or fear of being away from a certain person or place which provides a feeling of safety.}

I hope I did it justice! I've had troubles organizing my thoughts lately, and apologize if it shows in my writing!
I do realize it's a bit wordy... So critique, as always, is much appreciated!}

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~RenosGirl77 Jan 22, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Wow. Just...wow. Your poetry is so intense, it's fantastic!! This is just...wow, you're a genius I swear. I can't get enough of this, you are officially my new favourite poet *goes off to read and favourite other works by the same author*

~Nullibicity Jan 29, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You are going to inflate my ego beyond hopes of repair! I will have to pop it soon

but thank you. I know I am not a professional, and I know I still have much to learn... but you give me hope that I am maybe getting somewhere; you give me confidence that I can still write things that mean something to people.

Thank you

~RenosGirl77 Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You are most welcome!! Everyone needs an ego boost now and again.

I'm so happy I was able to help you so much!! Believe me that you are an incredible poet, and thoroughly deserve to be recognised as such!!

~BelaRoseWolf Oct 15, 2012 Student Writer

This is such an amazing piece!

I love the words and the description used here is so incredible! Excellent work~

~Nullibicity Oct 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You are very kind, thank you.

I am glad my poem could appeal to you in such a way, especially in word choice: Sometimes I struggle. It is comments like this, however, that restore any lost confidence and make me smile so!
Thank you. Also, I thank you for the watch; I hope I don't disappoint!

~BelaRoseWolf Oct 17, 2012 Student Writer

You're welcome!

I'm glad to make you smile, it's well-deserved! And you're even more welcome for the watch! I can't see a writer of your caliber disappoint~

~pmcde7 Sep 20, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is amazing!

I think you showed the fear and desperation to not be left alone perfectly! It's so great to read such a well-structured and meaningful poem

~Nullibicity Sep 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I am so ecstatic you think so! You are very kind

Your comment produced such thankful emotions within me, as well as excitement: I am so glad I could portray it in a way that captured the emotion!

Thank you for taking the time to write me your thoughts: They are much appreciated! Your lovely words made me want to hug you

Best wishes to you~

~pmcde7 Sep 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

*hugs you like this ->*

haha
It makes me feel good when I take a little time out to make others happy, so it's a win-win situation

Just keep writing more amazing poems and the whole world will love you

~Nullibicity Oct 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thank you! I really appreciate it

(I also apologize for the late reply)

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