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The SurrealistI lose myself within shadows:
the looming, lanky shapes of skyscrapers that veil busy streets and intersections—
the clouds in the sky reflected on pavement like the artwork of a lonely artist,
and even in my own shadow, which hides sometimes when the sun, too, loses itself behind a darkened silhouette.

I lose myself within the ripples upon the water, transfixed by the ease in which rocks skip off its slippery surface.
It reminds me briefly of a beach in Washington, whose massive waves engulfed every rock
I dare let fly, my effort consumed in salt and foam.
I would spend hours washing sand from toes, and wrestling salt from hair

Poetry on the WindPapers sent flying into air,
words scattered and whispered by traveling winds.
By whom will they be heard?
I watch them fold and spread their thin, paper wings,
surfing currents, carrying these words
S o m e w h e r e . . . .
like tiny notes sealed within glass bottles, sent drifting on the sea.

I clasp my hands and hope my words will reach you.

You, who never knew my devotion to pen and paper,
but somehow saw this hidden 'something' that lay within me.
You, who occupies my late-night th

And Here Comes the Cold...Farewell sun,
farewell warmth:
dusk slides between the juncture of shoulder and neck,
cascading shivers down hunched, spinal knobs,
each tremor dissipating within blood
such a dimmed and cooling red.

Hello night,
hello cold:
reminders of pain worm their way between each rib and lung,
compressed over fragile heartbeats,
which quiet as midnight's stupor encompasses each contraction.

thud. thud. thud.

thud. thud.

thud.

Moonlight streams through dusted blinds,
bent from fingers allowing sight to curious eyes.
Yet I hide within inky shadows, which devour—claim,
nestling in my chest and eyes, singing mournful lullabies
that e

WhirlpoolI lay captive to golden irises,
hints of green accenting and outlining each lighted section.
It's like a whirlpool, sucking me down and under,
tip-toeing into each ragged gasp, until all I breathe are
gilded waterways.

Pupils contract, and then dilate; every alteration memorized.
each contraction brings supplementary fragments reminiscent of grass,
and within delirium, black unfolds golden skies.
This tentative bluebird, born from my iris, longs for yours—
to cherish windy coils painted twilight, translucent over gold.
Cerulean feathers long to be unobstructed, unhindered, yet dare not to dream, for
disciplinary walls guard o

White SilenceWhite walls observe these scars,
Red welts of regretful anger,
Marring my skin with nudging reminders.
Each one holds a meaning, committed to memory when carved into
Disgusting skin which trembles before the knife;
It would be easier if indifference did not desert me the minute
Light glints off silver edges, made for slicing and tearing.
It's a hideous sin, but somehow redeeming.
        To white walls I tell such stories, these lessons and
        Memories belonging to puffy lines of flesh, barely hanging onto bone.

You're a Beautiful ContradictionIt's damp,
clouds filling the sky with
tension as they always do before a storm.

It's days like these that remind me of you;

The way the cold grips me, then caresses…
it's just like your vengeful hand.
It never hurt me with its violence,
only its tenderness.

The light rain, as it begins to fall around, kisses my
scars,
reminding me in painful clarity of your lips which ripped,
then soothed.

Those words,
I cannot say they never hurt me;
they definitely never built me up.
How could the slap come from your sweet whispers,
and not your hand?
It would be better if you just struck me.
It would be easier to leave.
It woul

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Practice Makes Perfect

by ~Nullibicity, Jul 31, 2011, 10:19:08 PM
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I 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 promise?

When wetness falls onto my thigh
I realize I'm crying;
However, I feel nothing but the burning of my cheek,
And the numbness of my soul.

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Practice Makes Perfectby ~Nullibicity

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Finally did a new one... though it's not that good. Inspired from one of SoundlessWhispers' poems but I can't remember which one

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~RenosGirl77 Jan 27, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Wow. That last stanza is so powerful, I love the rhythm and flow of this one, and the emotions come through really, really clearly.

Not a word wasted, this is just so beautifully expressed it defies explanation!! XD Loved it to pieces, thank you so much for writing this!!

~Nullibicity Jan 27, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I think the last stanza is, indeed, my own personal favorite! I'm glad you liked it, too~
To hear the emotions were powerful, as well... well, I was very happy! You always make me feel such happiness with your comments. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment: I do not think I would be able to continue writing without such support!

~RenosGirl77 Jan 29, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You are most welcome, as always.

I'm so glad I'm able to make someone happy just by giving them my thoughts and telling the truth! It's no trouble at all - I love reading your work, and can't help but comment every time it's just so good!! XD

~Nullibicity Jan 29, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You are just going to make me die of smiles and gratitude.
I just want to hug you every time

~RenosGirl77 Jan 29, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Aww, shucks, t'aint nothin', really!! XD My heart lifts and I smile hugely every time I see you've replied to me.

~v3n0m607 Aug 4, 2011 Student Digital Artist

I love the line "But love is pain" its so true its just not even funny o.O \

Very well done Nulli

~Nullibicity Aug 4, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks Ven!

~v3n0m607 Aug 4, 2011 Student Digital Artist

Welcome

~SoundlessWhispers Jul 31, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

...I hate when people make promises they can't keep....
BUT! Here you go! *rubs paint on poem-person's cheek*
Now it's not red anymore! ^^

Another great poem. Beautifully written and I could feel a lot of emotion.
Just amazing....
I especially loved the way you ended it
"When wetness falls onto my thigh I realize I'm crying" Very subtle but sad
"Howver, I feel nothing but the burning of my cheek,
And the numbness of my soul" Very poweful...

~Nullibicity Aug 1, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

You write such lovely, uplifting comments! Thank you; I am so grateful! I'm also glad to hear you liked it

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