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the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.

i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;

i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)

and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
elsewhere.
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
leav

He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.

The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.

But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a

PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink

A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint

SurelyIt was raining
when we kissed for the first time,
for the last time.

Thin rivulets
sunk into the shrunken space
between our bodies
and divided us
like nothing could before,
like everything will
from now
until that never again
when we will
see each other once more,
no more.

Your eyes were
that bewitching shade
of dull brown blue
with all of the light darkness
whirling
in a placid pond
around a pupil
overflowing with vacancy,
and me
and my frowning smile.

The winter heat
fell like a rising tide
and,
for our every breath
was another death
so black and full of life --
embracing our boiled ice skin
as we drew apart,
came together and broke free

Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,
their dreams condemned to ashes,
and our restless bodies stretch,
for forgiveness, for direction –

survivors of the abyss,
amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –
so many dead, so many maimed,

how many graves are we standing on, today?

Life, Death And A Pork Chop SandwichAll tangled up, hard to breathe
This steel cloud day that swirls
With heat and pounding hammers
I shake in my boots and cough up
Blood, rust and damaged flesh
Waiting for the second coming
Maybe next time around there'll be
Some chance for more than this

A twisted barbed wire halo
Wrapped tight around my skull
Blinding white light aura
Swarming with flies I'm flying
To pieces, thousands of shards
Cannot be brought back together
But I will remember the summer
Of my first Chevrolet in each bit

Gleaming bits of glass in the desert
Each reflecting a different moment
Still, now, enduring until the waves
Of a new ocean sweep them away
No pain

SisterSister

A sister is like a soul mate;
Someone who is always there
to guide me through fate.

A sister is,
a part of childhood that I cannot erase;
A sister like you,
is one that I would never replace
because you always know how to
put a smile on my face.

I know I can depend on you
to always be there for me;
This is one hundred percent guaranteed!

I've had great memories with you
in the past;
and I hope there are many more
to come,
in the future.

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

Pretty little things called words and dustif you weren't a hypocrite,
you'd be wrapped in the sweetest
perfumes
(learning
how to engulf the ocean
with your lungs
and think of how to cup it
in your hands
despite
your broken prayers and
still be beautiful)

dance with the gypsies
'till noon
(a quake in
your hips like the thrust
of continents
and the faultlines
emanating from
your spine,
but still
so, so graceful)

sing with the nymphs
in tune
(your voice,
it's growing old,
raspy even.
your throat's burning dry
like a monsoon
faltering in a desert,

and tones
still octaves
powerful)

be nestled in a king's arms
soon
(oh, you precious
little thing.
how

Lost In ConfusionMy mind is spinning without a rest
emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?

The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.
I don't understand, what is going on...

Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A rollercoaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this ?

I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noisies echo in my min

A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.

Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.

Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!

I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even

Why meI wanted sleep very badly
I tried my hardest to rest
I closed my eyes and laid there
But sleep didn’t come easy
I would doze off
And wake back up
Again
Why me? When I know I have to be up at 3 AM.

nightmarethe foxes are at your bedside and singing--
feversongs,
songs of boiling thoughts
and broken muscles.
their lullabyes.
they sneak so quiet, and
somehow,
you can't quite
dream
anymore.

DangerousMermaids; they seduce you then hold you under
Vampires; will kiss your lifeblood away
Mages, will turn your own mind against you
While trolls will hunt you down if you stay
Run through the woods, don’t stop for nothing
Monsters wait with jaws opened wide
Ignore that pretty elf, who’s probably plotting something dark
For she will torture you once she’s lured you inside
Orcs; will have a craving for your flesh
While dwarves are just prejudiced against your height
Dragons are very skilled when it comes to fire
While faeries will torment you throughout the night
So run little weakling, don’t stop now
The faery realm has go

Seaside HolidayI am content
to stay
a caterpillar

Who says
you have
to change?

What's so great
about being
a butterfly?

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Two MoreI cease where you start
You are a stickman drawn in the sand
You say with a bloodless heart
Have a good day
And all the banalities are a fungus
Growing in granite limbs
With fingers that peck away in a jumble
To say nothing
And ears bleed out musical notes
Scratchy particles off key
I stretch myself as far as I can go
But still I cannot reach you
Or I cannot be reached
Either way the prologue is not great
It is simplistic needles sewing wild oats
And I never wanted to be your cliche
I only wanted to be loved
Forever and a day
Two more for good measure

The Rules of Change Nothing good comes of being severed
Ties that are the appendages of youth
Innocent thoughts that become dark and bloodied
Lost as knowledge is found
Only the green bounty of this glorious Earth
and the persistent weeds that refuse to be ignored
Should be sliced at their beginning
And the end will be a happy one
With the smell of a freshly mowed lawn and sweet lemonaid

Your EyesCitrus dripped skies
In the twilight of your eyes
And they twinkle
They shine
Lit up with an alluring smile
Saying to me
Come
Come to me now
And I want to have the speed of light nestled in my hands
So that I can spread them out like wings and fly to you
I want to come to you
I want to listen
And hear you
Really hear you
I want to hear your voice whispering what I need to hear
Not just read the words that you write
I want to be told that I am loved
And that you cannot live without me
That I am the bread and water that sustains you
In this prison of love
Where we are forever trapped apart
I will come to you
One day when we are both free
You are my love
And you will always be
Cymbals crash from the gray clouds
Rain comes down
Bringing me back to this place where I sit and think
And I remember what your eyes look like
Smiling at me
From the pictures I've seen
We have never been face to face
But we will always be heart to heart

UnderstandingMy words are my life.
Please say that you understand
What it is I write.

Death of a PoetSituational
Demise of the heart and mind
Leaves no place for words.

Fix MeI am still broken.
My heart remains in pieces.
Put them together.

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Fall

by ~chewyraezen, Aug 28, 2012, 10:28:50 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I see the fall quite clearly.
It happened just after summer.
It came softly
Like flying feathers
On a breeze.
Birds were singing.
The cold breath
Of winter was not yet a reality.
A kaleidoscope
Of leaves trailed beneath the trees.
Wispy clouds danced.
The flowers
Lowered their heads.
It was said to be a mild one.
I wondered where you were in all of this
Beautiful bounty.
Did you look at the leaves piled up
And think of falling
Into them
With me?

Fallby ~chewyraezen

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~chewyraezen

I fall with you

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Mood: Love

~KikiElric Aug 31, 2012 Student General Artist

I love the imagery ^_^

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~chewyraezen Sep 1, 2012

thank you Ree.

i love that you love it!

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~KikiElric Sep 1, 2012 Student General Artist

ur welcome ^_^

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Mood: Cheerful

*Delice1941 Aug 29, 2012

Lovely whimsical images!

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~chewyraezen Aug 29, 2012

thank you!

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*ArthurCrow Aug 28, 2012 Professional Writer

Beautiful... I love the way you expressed the Fall... dreamy and magical.

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~chewyraezen Aug 29, 2012

well thank you so much!

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*ArthurCrow Aug 29, 2012 Professional Writer

pleasure

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~chewyraezen Aug 29, 2012

mine too. its nice to have a reader comment.

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