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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.

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.

.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.

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.

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.

MelancholiaI crawled beneath the skin,
nails taking crescent moons
to labored arteries,
where life birthed.

I gave rash to skin, rippling in marrow,
bulging flesh and pore…
all to break free.

I laid beneath scarlet muscle
sick with Loneliness: a bittersweet
disease of rusting hearts.

I let it throb, pound—ache,
sulking within the cradle of spine,
rocking joints to solemn sleep…

and how easily resignation
was acquired,
for they were weary,
used to hunching to sorrows
resolute

and chronic.

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Taking the Fall

by ~Nullibicity, Aug 18, 2011, 4:26:01 PM
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I'm taking the fall.
There's no rope or net
To catch me.
I'm scared,
But I've taken this fall
So many times before.
My mistakes pierce me
Like the jagged rocks that scrape me
During my decent.
Every moment leading up to this is
Replayed,
Until the tears are falling just as I am.
Falling,
Falling,
Falling,
Down into darkness.
This time I don't know what will await me…
Maybe this time I'll learn how to take the fall
Instead of letting the darkness consume me halfway down.

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Taking the Fallby ~Nullibicity

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Taking the fall into depression... Damnit I was doing well with happiness, too. This just sucks, and I have no one to blame but myself.

Sorry guys, it's just the only way I can get it out is to vent through poetry. It's my release and I feel like screaming.

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Decided to use for the HTC.

Theme: Dark

~scorpiandoll Aug 23, 2011 Hobbyist Photographer

you know if you need somebody we ( or I) will always support you and you can write wathever you want...
I will always read it...

and I know the feeling I think...I've been trough a year of struggling with emotions...sometimes doing well with emotions but just one little thing can change my hole mood, my hole day...and I think it will be going on for a while...
I hope you have find the happiness back

~Nullibicity Aug 24, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

I'm so sorry to hear about your struggle. I am much the same; just very sensitive to emotions. I hope we can both find happiness (or if you have found it that you can keep it) in the future

Thank you so much. This really just made my day and gave me a good smile which I needed. For someone to tell me "You can write whatever you want" and "we will always support you" that just really got to me. It lifted a weight off of my shoulders and I didn't even know I had the weight! I mean I usually write what I want to, but I always feel the need to impress and inspire... it sometimes just makes certain poems feel under the standard if you get what I mean. I'm getting better, and I know things will get better too, it just takes time. So again thank you so much! Your comment really made me happy and gave me the urge to hug you! So here's for you and your lovely words

~scorpiandoll Aug 24, 2011 Hobbyist Photographer

I'm glad that I made you smile...knowing that makes me smile

and I know what you mean...I feel the same with my photography but that's because of my self I want to get better and better and sometimes I'm quiet hard for myself...I just upload the best and a friend told me once that I was to hard on myself but that's just me...but I think I've much to upload from London

seems like it was a good weekend and first I thought it wasn't, I thought I didn't take much good pictures but now it seems like I did

~Nullibicity Aug 25, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Smiles all around!

Hey I may not see the photos you choose not to upload, but the ones you do are always amazing and unique in my opinion! I love how different they are, and I adore looking in to what they seem to say. Oh I know the feeling; first you think they're horrible and then you find many good ones, or it's the other way around! Though you may have to go to much trouble I think photography is worth it in the end because to me it's almost like how that artist sees the world. Photography just always wows me

Glad the trip got better!

~scorpiandoll Aug 26, 2011 Hobbyist Photographer

yes indeed that's the most important thing...not only about photography but with all art things!
It always shows something from the artist and that's just so beautiful

~v3n0m607 Aug 22, 2011 Student Digital Artist

Very nice! I love this one

Old ven is hear to catch you ya know

hopefully his chicken arms dont drop you tho o.O jk

seriously tho start talking dude

whats up?

~Nullibicity Aug 22, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Glad to hear you liked it!

Hey I myself have chicken arms so that is okay

. There's not much to say, just got into some shit with my mom, and naturally thought the world was ending as most teenagers tend to do. It really wasn't a big deal, but I usually can't move past it until I vent my emotions and so I wrote some angsty poetry. And that's pretty much it

~v3n0m607 Aug 22, 2011 Student Digital Artist

Haha ok I got it I got it now. Im a little less worried now *whips sweat from forhead*. But I understand

I think you got some very good poems out of it tho

~Nullibicity Aug 23, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

lol. Glad you think so! I think they are okay as well. Yeah unfortunately I'm always getting into shit with my parents because of my sucky personality. Also it makes me cranky that I would never think of turning them into the cops seeing as how what they sometimes do is very minor. But yeah since it's not a big enough deal for the authorities I turn to poetry. That's kind of just how it works.

~v3n0m607 Aug 23, 2011 Student Digital Artist

I dont think you have a sucky personality

I see

as long as poetry helps I guess :/

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