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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?

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.

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

Onceyour beauty lies restless behind those
hills, where you fought valiantly. and
the man you once were was brave and kind,
but now you are possessed by a passenger
of darkness, whispering words of your
loneliness.

the man you once were is forgotten, and
the man you are today, is only a ghost, a
shadow, of what you were before.

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

HorsepowerHorsepower

There’s a knife turnin in my soft parts
And heat burnin my mind on hard starts
The motors runnin but I lost the wheel
Just want it to be numb don’t wanna feel
Take two steps back and put it in park
Before I leave scarred up black marks
I need a u-turn on this highway
But can’t go back on the by-way
So look ahead, the pavement goes on
Break the rear-view mirror it’s gone
Contemplate
Reiterate
Put it in drive
And say goodbye
Let’s see how fast this bitch can fly

-Cygam7

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.

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.

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.

FossilizedLiving proof of fossils alive,
and no horseshoe-crab am I.

Nor, inhabitable harsh compression of plates,
residing under humid marsh-scapes.

I mold into the walls, as chalky old coal.
But I am no mineral, no era.
I am not, Mesozoic.

Through the ages
Iron
Bronze
silver, gold and heroic.

I remain a still-life; and no Iduna's apples would retain my youth
No magic fountains, or time devices, or wrist watches.
I am the machine of time.
The watcher, omnipotent, the wise.

But

no God am I

Somewhere, sweet tangy sap trolleys down cracked bark.
Somewhere, celestial bodies erupt unseen.
Somewhere, a abrupt breeze blows overturned bi-cycle tire

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And ash that blankets you
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Awake now
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With etched on lines framing my eyes
When I smile
Or frown
This extra luggage
Around my middle weighing me down
Pounds of flesh
Wide platypus feet
Gray that I try to hide
The windows of my soul are grimy
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And coffee
Hair that is chopped off short
So that I look like a boy
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See me
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With pleats
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I spit at injustice
Hear the voice that I speak
It comes from many years on this earth
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There is no truth to an unkind justice
Do not be blind

Walk On WaterGive me a reason
Just one
That I can walk on water
I have tried
But I am plain
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Unadorned
I speak with a heavy tongue
From a land yet undiscovered
The gristle of life has gotten to me
I am in the gray
A lost shepherd
I cannot lead anyone to drink
I think of desolation
In my isolation
Thoughts of ending it all
Just so that I can get to a beginning
I want to start
To see the wonder
A beautiful reality
A kiss
Just because
A hug given
Unconditionally
I want to be in the eternally sunshine
Where darkness has to hide
I have something inside
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Longing for forgiveness
For be

I Will Be Damned If You Don'tYou are a cliché
Pulled from an old hat
The eye of the storm
That rages around me
The calm
In a sensible sea
I can be restored
But it will take a lot of polish
I am this fucked up version of me
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I sit still
And yet I shake
I can make a big mess of things
I don't clean up well
I am in hell
There is jangled moaning
And shackles
There is a corrosion of souls
Too tightly stuck together
In sweaty masses
The stink is unpalatable
And the burning
Torches are everywhere
Come for me
Be the calm that I need
I will be damned if you don't

A Shitty DayI've had a shit day
I am failing my computer class
My sociology of the family is not far behind
I don't know what they want from me
I am not the kind
That dwells on images
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I need for you to look me in the eyes
I don't like a surprise
They are for little people
The ones who eat cake and ice-cream
I found out why my hands are stiff
All the time at my sides
And why I stare into space
And my eyes pop out of place
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I h

StayI like that I can say anything to you
I can tell you that the earth is square
Or that the sky is not blue
And you would think that it is true
You believe in me
I can see that you do
But I would not say those things
I would tell you the truth
My smile is broader
It is a permanent fixture on my face
And it is because of you
My thoughts are louder
They get through much easier
I can put two and two together
Ever since you came to this place
Here in my life
Where I can share with you
All that destiny has to offer
Stay
Don't ever go
Be a part of my memories
A tangible reminder
Like a picture
Telling me that I am never

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Just One Kiss

by ~chewyraezen, Sep 24, 2012, 1:59:50 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I am a zygote
Formed from two but born to be one
You can see my twisted symmetry
I am the unborn
I know nothing of the economy
Or where to put my coat
I float in my habitat
Waiting on answers from my quest
There is resistance
And it is feral
I have been where you are
And I do not want to be there again
Life on the outside is brutal
It is plagued by sin and unhappiness
But I only wish to see the sun
The marvelous round glowing globe
I have no eyes to see with
I could only feel its warmth
I know what it is to be inside this body
Where blood flows
And bones grow
And tendons and ligaments stretch
I am love at a cellular level
And it begins with just one kiss

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~Kuriakyuuketsuki Sep 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I hope this comment doesn't offend, for it's not meant to.

But I feel like this could be a rap. Not one of those sex obsessed, alcoholic, drug addict raps but the good kind. With the right voice, it could sound absolutely beautiful. But the writing itself is beautiful too.

I feel like that came out wrong... Point is, beautiful as always. :]

~chewyraezen Sep 25, 2012

no i'm not offended. raps can be cool to listen to. thank you!

~Kuriakyuuketsuki Sep 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You're welcome!
And yay you didn't take offense!
Someone actually did once, and I was like "whattt? I said in my statement that what you did was GOOD"...>.>; people these days..

~chewyraezen Sep 26, 2012

no way. i didn't take offence. i like honest comments. and anything to improve my writing.

~Kuriakyuuketsuki Sep 26, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I'll attempt to keep throwing honest comments about then.

~chewyraezen Sep 26, 2012

definitely do.

~cskadoz Sep 24, 2012 General Artist

way cool reincarnation surreality!

~chewyraezen Sep 25, 2012

thanks kadoz. i appreciate it.

~Aunli Sep 24, 2012 Student Digital Artist

very lovely I enjoyed reading it.

~chewyraezen Sep 24, 2012

thank you very much!

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