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I let the water take controlIt's been awhile since I've been underwater,
so I drew myself a bath
and let the water rush itself into the tub
like blood to the brain,
as it pooled into the fiberglass basin
I felt the tides start to rise
while the pond I created began to
encase every limb,
my lips brushed against the water
in a liquidated kiss
and my blonde locks melted into the sea
as if my name were Medusa and
my strands of hair were snakes,
but my body dissolved into what it used to be,
I became the water and the water became me.

NocturnalWrapped up tight by my own wings,
I hang upside down
while the blood rushes to my head
inside my cobwebbed cocoon,

Ultraviolet rays flicker against my eyelids
in colors I have never seen,
yet maybe I have once before,
I saw them the first time your skin brushed mine,
a kaleidoscope of solar energy
making me blind enough to see the light,

Your voice now echoing in a frequency
only I can hear,
it ricochets through my thin bat bones,
lingering along my teeth
so I can taste the way you sound
along the backside of my cavity,

But now you've been bitten
because I have no control,
my incisors sinking in to your handsome heart
bec

I am done listening to youOh sweet darling, don't worry about me,
I've gone and figured out who I am,
a rabbit told me, whispered it in my ear,
he said that if I wanted to be free that I had to let go,

so I did,
loose ends and loose grips,
your fingers slip off of me too easily,

now guess what,

I am done, I am done, I am done,
it's been too long since I felt love for myself
so I don't need you to tell me that I am pretty
or to give me the satisfaction of your attention,

I just need to tell myself that I am as beautiful as the baby dragonflies
that hover over the ocean of blood inside my heart,
and that I am as ageless as dinosaurs breathing
and coming

The boy who swallowed a tempestShe once loved a boy who swallowed a tempest.
Her fingertips couldn't quell the storm,
He thrashed, hurricanelike,
In their sea of sheets.

When the Sabbath came,
And he couldn't choke out three words,
She ran home to her mother,
In her big wooden house.

She cut off all her hair,
Still safe high in her tower.
Her prince loved a king,
She locked the door and ate the key.

He lay in bed alone,
Kings don't keep bed with stable-boys,
And for the first time,
He missed her, but not like that.

Opening a window,
He lit a match, and blew smoke,
And rose to her threshold,
She said nothing.

No sorries were said,
No promises,
No avouc

And I will Always be the Moon
We have gotten so attached to these days and these months,
but a deer doesn't know a Tuesday from a Thursday
and a caribou can't comprehend that it was born on a September afternoon,
but they can understand this instant, this moment, this breath,
only now, no longer the past, and only the future when they get there,

there's a healthy lack of awareness in that,
escaping the fear of death but thriving off the instinct to live,
everything so primal and based off gut reactions,
I guess you could say ignorance is bliss,
but ignorance only actually applies when it comes to humanity,
oh I would like a life like that,

one tha

Heaven or Hell.Music blaring some rock song
not where you think
it would belong.
Smoke on the water
or High way to hell
both seem to fit well.

The people attending
do not know how to take
if this is the funeral
whats of the wake.

Was always a rebel in life
said what I felt
could not hold my mouth
if I had I would not
be here now.

They think they have heard
the last of me
that when the curtains close
in to the furnace I go.

If I go to heaven or hell
Only I can tell.
Heaven with its angels
what a sight.
Hell with the devil
party all night.

You will hear from me soon
watch my picture
in the living room.
If it falls to the floor

Soul MateTo halves to make a whole,
That's what they say isn't it?
About...
Soul mates?

You don't love yourself,
You put yourself down.
So from now until forever after,
I will love you till you learn to love yourself.

But just remember,
That even when you do,
When your heart beats whole,
When you finally realise how amazing you really are,

That I still love you more.
And that I will stand by your side,
For the rest of my life
Proving that I love you more.

Two halves.
To make a whole.
Two hearts,
That complete each other.

I believe that I am weak,
That even a feather would bring my toppling towers down.
That my existence,
Is noth

SmashedI gave it to you and you broke it,
my heart,
Smashed.
You can't replace it,
its gone,
Forever.
Pieces are missing,
complete sections gone.
I feel so empty,
so cold and forlorn.

You're My PhobiaDriving me into darkness
Windows shut
Eyes shut
Huddled in fetal position
I couldn't stop the frightened tears running down my face

That strange sense
That looming animosity I was clutched in
It has never disappeared
Even if it never truly existed

This tower over me, this shadow
The bane of everything I dream about
Haunts me

I can't speak, not face to face
Look in the eyes
Hear that piercing, blasting voice
I go numb
I'm stupefied

Alone and vulnerable
I feel so weak and defenseless
Just the mention of it
Curdles my blood

Treated like a friend but feeling like
I am the prey
Going cold in an instant, tense and dry
Wishin

Keep On ShiningThis truth it has stabbed my heart
Like a thousand needles slowly making their way
This love has made me fall apart
I'm broken glass, I'm the broken glass of man

The stabs gets harder every day
The needles they come closer to my heart
As I grow it tears me to pieces
I'm tattered cloth, thrown in the litter

As I try to recover and stand straight
I realize how crocked my back has been all this time
I can't walk straight
Cause my guilt and my shame, brings me down

But even thought through all this
I have still small light that shines to me every day
Cause even in my darkest days
It can still make me smile, it always wants me to

Where I'm FromWhere I'm From

I am from piggyback rides
And the fluffy stuffed animals that covered my bedroom floor.
I am from the messy sandcastles and slippery slides at Mason Park, Where I jumped from rock to rock.
I'm from that distasteful lake odor,
Where I tossed small pieces of bread into the water for the birds to eat.
I'm from the young, soft tabby cat
That once sat in my warm lap.

I am from the artistic hands,
That were passed down to me from my Great Grandpa Frank.
I'm from the completed books that I tossed in my opposite direction.
I am from the woody, aging trees
Whose branches I used to hang on.

I'm from the screaming,
The horri

Getting OldI have messages in bottles
written in blood,
and words in my head
that cause tears to flood.

I have scarred knuckles
and shattered glass,
I have no reflection
or smiles that last.

I have no heart
which I'm willing to give.
I have no life,
which I'm willing to live.

What can I say,
to make you understand?
Don't grow up, dear,
nothing goes as planned.

You break and shatter,
and forget the starry night.
You cry and turn bitter,
turning away from the light.

You're so young right now,
and ask why I'm so cold.
Just remember, love,
this happens when you grow old.

AutumnIt's time to sleep now
But it will still be long
Before the curl up of debris
In the carpet of snow,
Sashed by midnight
Moonbeams

RosesA dozen roses were given,
by a man who stood tall.
For the single rose that withers in the grave,
he cried staining white ones red.

Highway Robberythe stitches run like train tracks across her heart,
but it must have derailed because the only sound is her monitor.
i've been awake for four days and nights just watching her sleep,
afraid if i close my eyes she might slip away without me.

her hands are wrapped in plaster casts
and there's still stained glass buried in her face.
her lips are broken and silent, her eyelids are static and braced,
and she's my angel full of staples, my sunshine.
please don't take my sunshine away.

closed my own eyes for only a second,
woke up on the wrong side of the road again,
your room is suddenly full of nurses and you're flatlining.
their voic

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HopeI thought I coud not live without you

but now,

maybe I can.

MasochisticMy heart is a hot pink balloon,
stretched too tight with too much air,
I am one beat away from it popping,
bursting out my chest,
splattering my blood upon drops of rain,
because I was born with a broken heart
and no one has ever managed to make me feel any less than I do,
I only feel nauseous and angry and yes, maybe a little desperate,
my eyes now blooming roses out of their lash lines
and I can feel the thorns scraping against my cornea,
it's almost as if I've gone numb,
there are really only two options here;
feeling everything
or feeling nothing with no in-between,
oh what have I done, what have I done,
but now what a

QuietShhhh....

listen

to the

sound of existence.

This is not right.
Coral colored candles flicker in the dark,

a pale glow awakens my tender limbs,

I am filled with a rage so deep

it has drowned itself in sadness,

my veins form shapes and symbols amongst

the shadows on my skin,

they twist tight against me

and then they spark against

the flames of the floating candles,

dark circles orbit my earthly eyes and

I go ahead and touch my tongue to the fire,

my tongue, a flint, rattles my ribs

and shakes my spine,

quick whispered words then paint themselves

across my pelvis;

"I am the spaces between x, y, and z",

but I am also hollow bones, half a memory,

and empty eye sockets,

I can try to burn, t

Lust in a Loveless WorldI am a wolf,
a skinny young girl,
destroyed but still hungry,
will you return to me in the dark of the night?
I am no longer youthful but I need your young eyes
to light my way,
run, brush all over my skin,
oh so hungry,
can you hear me, can you feel me,
do you understand that I am more than part carnivore,
I need you to rush me, hush me, then crush me,
sedate me in ways that drugs cannot,
so come here, come over,
don't leave me, a young wolf, alone
in this place, this world
where empty hearts play me like trumpets,
then piano keys scrape against my back and
rip me up,
I'm being torn apart by an orchestra
that's been bath

RhymeYou are irresistible,
you are fine,
I only wish that you were mine,

I sometimes feel your arms around me,
and then I open my eyes but I cannot breathe,

If you were but mine to keep,
my body would no longer weep,

Now I feel old and older still,
I love you more than my own free will.

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His Breath, Her Death

by ~blackdahlia911, Sep 24, 2012, 9:12:40 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

Her eyes,
so pale yet patient,
swarms of orca whales swim inside her irises,
dancing along the sunlight in jewel tones,
so rich with reflection,
it's as though you are staring into the ocean
if the ocean were emptiness,
but when you look passed the beauty
you can see that she is broken,
she is a ship wreck in the making
with anchored hips and a drowning smile,
but that's what she gets for falling too fast
when everyone told her it wasn't safe to sail,
the waters too rough, too cold, too heart breaking,
it's too late now though,
she is withered and writhing,
intertwined with ribbons of seaweed,
she has nothing left to give anymore
because he stole her oxygen and
trapped it inside his own greedy lungs,
so now as she dies,
he breathes in her reaping
and then the wind sweeps them up, down, and away.

His Breath, Her Deathby ~blackdahlia911

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~PastMisfortunes Sep 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Wow. I love the description and the perfect detail in this. The title was enough to catch my attention--kudos to you--and I adored the creativity, comparing everything to the ocean without making it sound weird. Beautiful imagery, as IKingFisher said.

~blackdahlia911 Sep 25, 2012

Thank you so much!

your comment totally brightened my day!

~PastMisfortunes Sep 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I try.

~SoraIsMyHomeboy Sep 25, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

if only she had a lighthouse to guide her home...

~blackdahlia911 Sep 25, 2012

Ooo I like that idea!

~IKingFisher Sep 24, 2012

As always I love your imagery, you use expression well.

~blackdahlia911 Sep 25, 2012

Thanks!!!

~IKingFisher Sep 25, 2012

no problem!!!

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