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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.

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

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

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.

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?

Retreat Within..Time to close down the circus, time to close down the tents. The show is over, that's all folks, I hope you
got your monies worth.
The acts have all seceded, retreating to their darkness as the people that gave them light have gone home.
The grounds seem bare as the treading of happiness have left, leaving them alone and cold, no longer
having the heat to keep it warm.
The excitement of the day is over, the light has fallen to the darkness. And the world that brought such
joy and cheer has become nothing more than a memory, nothing more than show for the hearts that needs
it.
The master sighs, tipping his hat to the world as he retreats within to his own world, closing down his body,
closing down his emotions, closing down himself til the next time to bring his charm and joy to a world that
needs it.
"The show is over, that's all folks, please enjoy your day..."

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There Is No What IfThere is no what if
She cries to her only son
A twisted reminder of flesh that once loved
She says it again
There is no what if
She carries the stench of despair
In her pockets
And on the frilly duvet
On all the silverware in rows
The dog with his sensitive nose can smell it
He goes around sniffing things
And she yells at him for it
She knows what she does not want to know
And that is what kills it
Like a flesh eating bacteria
It grows
And consumes everything within sight
The four walls are clenching
And clawing at her
Their yellow painted surfaces are a mockery
A brightly hued indecision
There is no what if
Or

LifeJust because I will
Make the changes where needed
Is true evidence

That I do believe
In the contradictory
As fate would have it

It is what it is
Just as I am what I am
Neither this nor that

Unconditional
Love is experimental
Truth is hard to find

Because you bend it
And twist until it is found
Beneath the tatters

Of an unwritten
Line of magic palmistry
Only death can wait

For a nice reprieve
A willing recipient
Of an endless fate

Life is what matters
So go on and live with it
You will anyway

Seed Of LoveYou are my patience
Since I cannot wait
You are my eloquence
Where I wince
Because words are not forthcoming
You bring me out of my cocoon
Very soon
Where I feel safe
Because you know I have to come out sometime
You are my net
That set out to catch me as I fell
Bringing me out of my own personal hell
I am clumsy
You see
When I try to express myself
You have the words
That I need
You are the seed of love

Held So DearThere is a voice inside your head
That does not reach your lips or your fingertips
It says what cannot be said
I listen instead
Closely to what your heart has to say
It finds a way
To tell me what I need to hear
It says that I am loved and held so dear

You Are Mineil n'est pas facile
à oublier
vous donnant votre vie
quand votre coeur est encore dans la mienne

In English:

it is not easy
to forget
giving you your life
when your heart is still mine

RienCela signifie absolument rien.

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For Always and Forever

by ~chewyraezen, Sep 19, 2012, 3:52:22 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Hello again
My dearest friend.
How are you today?
I hope the sun smiles on you
And you don't have to run from the rain.
Share coffee with me.
It's not too hot or cold, just right.
I know you like yours black.
I hope you lack nothing today
And that you are happy and smiling.
You have a sweet smile that is infectious.
Your laughter too.
Share the day with me if you can.
Just say hello whenever.
I will be right here.
And easy to find.
I will try writing poetry.
I will string some words together
And hope I catch a line.
This one is for you.
I don't want you to be blue anymore.
If I had wings I would lift you up
High up into the clouds.
And we would pass Canadian geese
Squawking as they fly by.
We would see the moon up close
After the day is done.
So please say you will stay
And be my friend for always and forever.

For Always and Foreverby ~chewyraezen

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~chewyraezen

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~cskadoz Sep 19, 2012 General Artist

i felt a shade of sweet yet empty sadness. nice piece.

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~chewyraezen Sep 19, 2012

thank you!

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~FiyeroTigelaar Sep 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

see the moon up close, that if nothing else made the imagery in this perfect.....well done my dear friend, well done

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~chewyraezen Sep 19, 2012

thanks so much!

my sweet friend.

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~FiyeroTigelaar Sep 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

you are so very welcome!!!!

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~chewyraezen Sep 19, 2012

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