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Quieting the Sparrow   
"Release me, now…
   I desire wind's flight."

You do not yet understand
the thrashing of feelings—
the bite of crooning words;

You know not the cruelty of man,
nor the tip of  his arrow…

Man hunts and stalks
beauty with sardonic blatancy—
elated and brimmed with delight.
He snuffs it out with senses akin to savage beasts,
crippling  prey with fearsome teeth.

However, amongst fear and shattered aspirations,
there is no greater rush than to hunt
and be hunted…

but once caught:
reality wakes cold.
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
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.
ChrysalisThese stammering heartbeats
felt in stuttering airways,
where butterflies came out as words of love;
caught harshly within your net,
subduing and possessing.

My innocence was shucked,
my freedom spread and pinned to paper…
before lips devoured me
with passions normally concealed—
with words left, and felt,
within each humid stretch of silence.

With each cocooned metamorphosis,
you kept me confined warmly…
stationary wings loved, still;
It is as my heart,
which loves until beat silent…

and silent I wish I was,
instead of loving and living
within seeds of carefully tended
naivety.

because words unspoken
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.
UnfoundedI cram words within murky, hollow spaces,
replicating ways in which blood fills a wound.

I squeeze articles and adjectives—
supporting metaphors and similes—
into tight-fitting corners,
until that which is empty begins to bloat.

The ache of something missing,
the loss of one internal, now painfully unknown:
it finds no satisfaction within passion
and phrases so desperately created, upheld.

Why give transparent, misleading hope…
Does pleasure derive from humiliation—
the catalyzing of previously weakened hearts?
Where is the limit of cruelty defined,
if not in the cries and weeping of dreams:

Language wilts
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.
SeasickDown wakened skin
words dribbled and fell,
brimming with silken
promises.

Hands intertwined to join
scarred veins and heartbeats,
while I bled you onto pages,
into waters of sin and heartbreak,
lovingly numb, subjectively blind;

I let waves bury me, beneath
winding seaweed and smooth siren calls,
believing we would join further—
closer.

When I vomited the poison
of lies, the pungent ache of salt,
it was upsetting but not surprising;
“I should have known better.”

( I only wanted to love you. )
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
HauntedI hear this haunted voice; it whispers lies
It keeps me up at night; it plays my fears
Allowing no sleep for these tired eyes
Telling me things that I don't want to hear

Am I really heartless or am I numb?
Is this simply darkness of am I blind?
Try to claw my way back into the sun
Leave a bloody trail for others to find

Following the sound of a lonely heart
Brought only false hope that I might be freed
I was led astray in the howling dark
The one way out is through the blood I bleed

I've given up hope of living in peace
I only wish now that my heart would cease
MakarI am discovering poetry in lines of genius --
         fragments of a broken existence
         where only misfit pieces build the puzzle
and discarding the words like carbon dioxide

They are drowning me in a dictionary of experiences --
         inhale a panicked definition of life
         and exhale an ocean of ink and paper
with no surface in sight

every artist should die for their passion
TaleSomething
Inside it.
The trees and the air.
Something
That haunts me.
My monsters are there.

  'It comes'
     'It's here'
'It hears'
'You fear'

Beasts
out of shadows.
Their hearts pumping ink.
Skins
coal-polluted.
With eyes that can't blink.

        'It's teeth'
  'It's hand'
               'My fear'
  command

Witches
and Demons.
Where all born to grow.
Bandits
and Liars.
And I never know.

   'the wolf'
-It's gone
            'a chill'
'to bone'

Deep
in the forest
Where light non arrive.
There
in the forest.
Where dreams are alive.

'No hood'
  'No red'
                  'no gun'
     'no shed'

Keep
looking always.
Your back not to
DreamsWhat wonders the imagination can bring
  With opened ear and untamed eye
 Dreams that we shall toss and fling
  And float about towards the sky

 By luminous light of thought
  Day and night will awaken newly
 And become what you have sought
  To find your most distant Thule

 Never letting go of that which we cherish
  The spirit of innocence and truth
 Why without it, what would we but perish?
  In the darkness of lost youth
The World of My DreamsOut of the grass sprang gentle hands
that carried me over a field of clovers
And I drifted beneath the clouds,
gazing in the idle wonder
that creeps upon men like curling ivy

There was no bluer sky than that day,
and the trees-
there have never been more hearty trees
than the giant oaks towering above me
as the hands carried me further-

And when I awoke in this mysterious land,
I breathed in the scent of moist grass,
relieved to find that it was not just a dream,
and that the world in which I lived
was as beautiful as the world of my dreams
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The Concept of Perspective

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I 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.

:iconnullibicity:
it matters not who I’m said
or claimed to be…
value is given to what I can feel.
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I wrote this, then made some edits while listening to Owl City... thus it actually sounds... happy? :giggle: I'm just not that good with optimisitic poems, therefore I try to stay away from posting them (and I do write them on occasion... they just sound horrible). So, with that being said: feedback is welcomed like food to starving men.
Thank you c:
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~Sigma-Echo-Seven 15 hours ago  Hobbyist Writer
I like how the whole poem pulls you into this sway. Well done!
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~LightOverpowers58 Oct 28, 2012  Student Writer
Are you entering #poetry-book's contest? This should be your audition piece.

Such illuminating imagery holds back nothing when written by someone with the heart and passion of a poet.

On that same note, you may enjoy taking a look at this journal.
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~Nullibicity Nov 3, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
It appears I am too late to do so. However, your suggestion all the same makes me happy you thought of it as you did :hug:. I always enjoy your opinion and insight: They really inspire thought and perspective from me.

Thank you so very much for the journal, also! I found I enjoyed it so much, and it really brought forth thought and emotion; you always seem to know what makes my gears turn... and for that I thank you! Best wishes~ :thanks:
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`dreamsinstatic Oct 26, 2012  Professional Writer
Your fantastic work has been feature in Friday Night Features.
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~Nullibicity Oct 28, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so very much for the lovely feature!
I'm glad you could like it and that it could provide an enjoyable read!
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`dreamsinstatic Oct 30, 2012  Professional Writer
You're welcome.
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*L0NE-W0lf Oct 24, 2012
This is so lovely! :heart:
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~Nullibicity Oct 28, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so very much :kiss:
I quite like this poem! To have you like it as well brings me much joy! Thanks for your lovely comment, as always :hug:
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*L0NE-W0lf Nov 2, 2012
You're welcome. :blowkiss:
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~BelaRoseWolf Oct 22, 2012  Student Writer
This is such a beautiful piece! :eager: The descriptions are wonderful, and I love the tone of it all. Excellent work!
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