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as we become ghostsThe air is smooth and thin,
running over my shoulders like buttermilk,
I melt,
curling wax fingers
and smoke escaping my oak tree bones,
I don't know where I'll end up yet but
I know I'm close,
and I know I'm close because I'm still breathing,
inhaling that charred floral scent
where dahlias are breeding in the curves of my collarbone
and lilacs are blooming between each vertebrae,
intertwining with every rib, climbing them like strands of DNA,
oh you know I wouldn't mind if you used my ribs for a ladder,
go ahead and use me up like some sort of construction worker,
for my body is yours to take, my heart to break,
but I shoul

we are all of us artwe are all of us art
all colored
by our wills
and won'ts

shading our eyes
from sunrises
sighs and hopes
chiseled into our skins

we are gradients
from start to end
to new beginning
and then

we have penciled in
all the ever after
hanging paintings from the rafters
with chapters of artistic zen

we are each a calligraphic pen
our inks
have spanned the distance
we bemoan

we fill the skies and sea
with prose and poem
and fashion new designs
from cirrus borne

our very forms
are swirling paints
and ordered space
and twirling ornate bone

we are the details
we call our own
we make this canvas blank
our home

steam
I'm sprouting crow feathers from my scapulas
while the air is much too thick to swallow,
my body melts into a pool of oil,
poisoning already noxious waters,

Then you find me in the ocean's center
and the water starts to boil
as we become the equator
and lose ourselves under the sun.

Shake It OffSelective collective
- coagulating -
regret accumulating against you.

Re - living it was the easy part.

No way. There was no light.

Cellophane whispers
the glow of a ghost.
- heart murmurs -

I paused to savor the expansion of blood in my arteries.

A declaration of demons
- monstrosity -
impressionable weaponry.

But honestly, I was just like them. I just wanted my pound of flesh.
_____________________

Shh. (Extended)Shh, and hear the silent scream
Of the girl you used to be.

Blink; let her flash before your eyes
Let her smile take you by surprise.

Isn't the sight of those curved lips strange?
Stranger - how quickly this life can change.

Notice how she doesn't reek of pain.
The purity of her soul is difficult to obtain.

Wait...do echoes of the past have a soul?

Beautiful EyesThey speak to me, spilling your secrets, opening your soul.
There's nothing you can hide in your beautiful eyes,
As golden and magical as the morning sunrise.

They're a kaleidoscope of emotion.
Whispers of unwritten stories in each little fleck of green,
Murmuring tales of broken hearts, visits to the between.

The depth of your pain, your albatross
Spins in those eyes, plunging down, down, fathomless;
Yet, they sparkle at a distance, boundless, fearless.

I drown in those eyes, listening eagerly to the stories.
I am lost in your ageless soul...

unfathomed depthsIt took years
to build a home
like that.

Dreams he had,
reality in which
he is.

It took years...

A house
in which he
creates peace,
but the pieces
of happiness
are too small.

It took years...

Dreams he had,
life he lives,
emptiness he feels,
even walls whisper.

Days are long,
and almost the same,
nothing new to
awake the joy,
dreams are buried
a long time ago,
tho man still lives.

Empty and sad,
angry and bitter,
he still lives in the house
in which he used to
plan his future,
dreams that kept him alive,
tho pieces of happiness
are too small,
it took years to built
a home like that.

It took years
fo

short-term memory.and you'll never forget:

When you realized that everybody dies alone.

When you didn't take your eyeliner off one night, so in the morning
your eyes would look as hollow as you felt.

When you spent a year blacking out the sad endings in your books.
(When you wished that life could also work like that.)

When you learnt that "We need a break" means "I am going to break your heart."

When you fell in love with the stars, and the way he says "us."

When he told you, "More than just a long time."

The first time you hung up to the sound of your father laughing.

When you walked home from a party in January, and couldn't remember
if you were

hey boy, I'm bleeding without you
I guess you could say I've been infatuated with death,
but I'm even more consumed by you
in the deadliest way possible.

helium balloon lungs
i. You write me notes scribbled on sandpaper
and I run them across my face,
scraping away layers of saccharine skin,

ii. Your eyes, made of cookie crumbs,
I'd like to dip them in milk
and watch them melt,
smoking like dry ice,

iii. You churn my childish heart
in circles and in circles
till I slip into cardiac arrest,

iv. I just remembered that time you
wrapped your arms around me like vines
and held me until you couldn't,

v. Oh what I'd give for a pair of
fortune cookie lungs,
inhaling intuition,
exhaling self-fulfilling prophecy,

vi. I've been fishing for horoscopes,
pasting them onto my bedroom walls
and on the backs

cadaver she was born with arctic lips
and overcast skin.
her hair fell like fresh snow
and she was far too thin.
her bones in locked closets,
joints creaked and shrieked
like a rotten floorboard
under gossamer feet.

Ghost StoryWhat is this
on the next horizon
holding strong against the wind,
it is a figment,
it is an oil stain,
it is something
less than a blur
and more than a photograph.

RattlingThe air is still too crisp for my morning skin,
honeydew lungs are ra-ra-rattling and I'm sipping on ice water,

water is made up of such beautiful things,
reflections, refractions, waves, and liquidated lifeforms,

life
and
death,

are we dead or are we dying?

wait,

I love you, I love you, I love you
and I've only just forgotten to tell you,

so take your molten fingertips and melt me down

at

the

spine,

oh please just burn down my firewood ribs as death clings to yours,
I am never alone when I am being held by your lonely ghost,

held, hold, holding,

no, I am never alone.

Marigolds (and your memory)Crayola doesn't have enough names
for the infinite shades of gold
that coat my dreams
when you grace me with a smile.

The RusalkaOne summer night in early June
She stepped out from the water's depth
A forbidden beauty in light of the moon
Temptress who roosts among the trees
She sings the songs of lovers' bliss
And the warmth of family and home
And how it's all the things she missed
Singing in tune to the bubbling creek.
Beware the summer siren and her golden hair
Ignorant fools, steer clear of her wiles and wares
The naked beauty of perfection dancing among the trees
Death's beautiful bride-to-be
The weary traveller was tired and worn
His body stiff and sore, he stopped to rest
The sun had set as he stooped to drink
A shadow then caught his eye
In awe he looked up to the gorgeous nymph
Her beauty beyond compare
Her eyes, her skin, her naked breasts
She coyly motioned him nearer
Just out of reach, he leaned to the edge
The water lapping at his finger tips
Arms wrapped about his head, lips grazing his
Closer, closer, he pressed forth
And then he fell in
Down to the bottom she'll drag your soul
Be you men of young

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my heart drops
beneath the weight of your existence,
your hungry eyes gloss over my slender neck
and I can see us falling asleep in bath water
while fall flowers bloom with each breath,
I swear I've never felt this before,
if this isn't love, I don't know what is,
you cross my mind more than you don't
and my entire being hurts when we are apart,
for I want you everyday and each day after that,
I want to be able to fall asleep in your arms,
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and I'm in love with a man
who's in love with another woman,
damn my heart for beating this quickly,
I have never felt an emptiness such as this.

IgniteLight a match
and then
throw it down your throat.

Breathe In, I Smell Your SkinI've got an itch
only you can scratch,
so scratch my spine
then leave me breathless,
your limbs curve around mine
like layers of dahlia petals,
we fall into a song and
let the harmony hold us
for we are but willow trees
caught in a heavy wind,
and we've got stars in our mouths,
burning our gums
till they're raw and melting
and hot, hot, hot,
oh, now we're numb to each other
when we used to be electric,
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and tape ourselves together
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I pull on its vines to remove its roots,
but I only end up more tightly wound
in ribbons of green and of sorrow,
and now I'm sleeping more than I wake,
because I dream of wolverines, long dresses,
and old buildings collapsing like old people,
I can't look away nor can I open my nighttime eyes,
I live in a world of hedonistic passion,
one where we consume salamander hearts
just as much as we consume each other.

EraseYour hand against the small of my back
sends my body into shivers,
like an early morning fog on the water
you float above my skin,
barely touching,
but there's tension in the air,
waiting for the sun to break,
to spill a fresh, golden milk
upon our aching joints,
upon your tender salmon lips,
ripe for the plucking,
maybe I'll carve coyotes into your calves,
paint rabbits on the underside of your tongue,
and sketch raccoon tails on your forearms,
then, finally, I will write empty, hollow words against
the pulsing walls of your chalkboard heart.

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I dreamt of a flood and you were the water

by ~blackdahlia911, Aug 29, 2012, 12:52:18 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

_{Light bulb eyes,
burning through me like
electric currents,

Your waves
crash into me
as I dream,
your ocean spits me out
through seaweed teeth,

and I love you,
but you blink light
and breathe water,
so not only am I blind,
I am drowning.}

I dreamt of a flood and you were the waterby ~blackdahlia911

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

_{just being near you, overwhelms me.}

~NicolaWingedDeity Aug 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I completly adore this... u_u

~blackdahlia911 Aug 30, 2012

oh thank you

~NicolaWingedDeity Aug 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Always (:

~RisingWolve Aug 29, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

"so not only am I blind,
I am drowning."
That packs a big punch. Holy moly. And everything else seems to lead up right to it. Incredible.

~blackdahlia911 Aug 29, 2012

Thank you so much

I'm so glad it was able to make an impact!

~RisingWolve Aug 29, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You're welcome! I really enjoyed this poem. :3

*0hgravity Aug 29, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

"seaweed teeth" <-- this is great. evokes the perfect feeling right there with the sound of it like chewing peanut butter.

~blackdahlia911 Aug 29, 2012

haha thank you!

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