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softenedthe sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
alone.

in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
raven,
black as night and
just as hopeful.

and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.

I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
me.

Two SoulsCould I touch a silent thought?
Could I know the colour of a word?
Could I hear the universe full of stars?
Could I hold the sea in my arms?
Could I stroke your voice?
Could I live in your heart?

A song never sung
A paper never drawn
A game never won
A man never loved

A flower that moves
A bird on my hair
A tree always blue
Spring
one love
two souls
my world
and you.

AirI want to lose myself
in an illogical need
for love.

I want to remember
to forget
how to breathe.

What is Air
if not you?

Pull Me ClosePull me close
Hold me tight
Tell me silently
That it’ll be alright

‘Cause when you’re near
I feel my heart beating,
When I see you
I feel alive,
When you hold me
I know it’s OK,
And I revel in feeling
The sound of you breathing
With your heart right next
To mine.

The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.
Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.
A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.
He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen.

That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.
Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.
In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.
As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.
A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken.

He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.
Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.
Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.
Pulling out hi

Condemned AloneI always fail in love;
No matter the man I'm with,
He will leave eventually.

My heart rarely smiles
Ripped apart like a curtain
Of memories that
Fades with morning light.

And if I put my trust in you,
Will I regret it, only time will know.

Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lonely eternity?

I'm not sure what to believe;
All these years exposed to lies,
I am filled with bitterness.

I am their puppet;
Strings attached,
They reduce me to worthlessness
Incapable to thrive.

Too scared to leap beyond the moon
Where lovers reside in harmony.

Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lonely eternity?

Lesbian first kiss~laying together, on the bed.
Not touching, I go closer in
Snuggling into you a bit
I play with your cheek,
you play with my hair

I go closer and snuggle..
This time my head
is gently on your shoulder
You snuggle back into my neck
Looking at your face, then your eyes
Your eyes are looking at my lips
I gently grab your chin and lift

I can see your face in perfect view,
you get scared and look down..
I reassure you with a hug.
Look back into your eyes
grab your chin and kiss..

I can feel our lips tremble,
frightened; wanting more
Slowly but gently kissing
explosions of emotions
Beams of sweat on palms
We part away for a second

We kiss again with more confidence
touching each others bodies
stroking slowly, at each others curve

~Love~Love is like power
its strong but can only last so long...

Many people believe there is a red string connected with your soul mate
But strings can snap eventually...

Golden hearts connected together.
Then to rust and break...

love can make you happy and positive
but also sad and negative
very regretful too...

But pay close attention, you'll only get this once.
Pick your partner carefully.
They may just pick your forever..

♥

Star-kissed SpineShe has this air about her
that I don't quite understand.
It's as if her spine is the night sky,
caressing the heavenly bodies
of the planets on her skin.
Ivory skin,
like that of a porcelain doll.
She is fishnet and lace,
black and white,
and all the in-betweens.
I'll take her star-kissed spine
and she can have my battered rib cage,
my sore, slow heart
if only she'll take them.

Desirable SweetnessSkin is so soft so sweet, for it melts in my mouth like chocolate, it makes me wonder if you have ever

Been in love before, for I am eager to know if anyone else has been able to taste your desirable churned

Sweetness, for it makes me quite jealous for someone else has touched you first, seeing your hidden

Away treasures when hearts flourish and beat as one, as the lights dim to see such gloomed pleased

Eyes in an embowered place, in which empowers the sweet aroma of the occasion, such sweetness

Haunts my very soul, and has relished in the faery power of my unreflecting love……

Snapshots of usthe grass doesn’t grow here;
it’s all picket fences and five millimetre lawns
but ours is a jungle, guarded by thorns
as we entwine, anchoring each other
sunshine bathed and blurry
with Narnia tucked behind the beehive

still we’d rather be nomadic than settle
(we are blinkered but bolting)
and smoke and mirrors have more substance than
this hushed hunting for the other shoe
and the lipstick stains on your collar

it feels a little incestuous
but we chose the second circle
and dark matter is a time-bomb, ticking
so I sink into you again (and again)
rooting for salvation beneath your husk
and hoping we’ll find right

rippleshow many ripples you can cause
in the ocean of someone's heart,
each person has a tidal system they must abide and sometimes,
(even though you know better than to fight the waves)
you can't help but fool yourself into thinking
you can dive a little deeper.
(even though you're running out of air already)

and i am already becoming an expert in
clasping my hands together just right
so that it feels like someone else's fingers
interlaced with mine,

i know how to drape one leg over the other
to make it seem as though it's your ankle touching my foot
i press my back to the pillow beside me,
pretend its more than
just my body warmth heati

That Thing Called LoveA moment
A kiss
This feeling
A wish

A gesture
A touch
These feelings
Too much

Descriptions
Depictions
No words
Can be written

This love
A thought
This knowing
Is enough

Jack Frost

See my breath fog up the glass
Flakes of white go floating past
With pale face and reddened nose
Brave the chill, smile as it snows
Just be patient, wait, he'll come
That winter spirit I deeply love
That smirk, a tingle down my spine
Holds me close, knows that he's mine
Time is running out, my dear
Limited edition, winter's here
Make the most of every kiss
With every moment, make a wish
Snowflakes falling all around
Disintegrating on the ground
We don't care for radiators
We keep our house a refrigerator
Because we seem to make our own heat
The clock intensifies each beat
We may be young but we're not stupid
We know you'll leave when it gets

HalfwayHow am I suppose to approach you
What do I say?
Will you ignore me or push me away?
If I had said hey
Girl could you give me a little room
They don’t have a manual
That I can follow for you
To acknowledge me
Do you know how much courage
Its takes just to walk over to you
Oh you wouldn’t would you
Girls expect men to do all the work
And except us do it perfectly
Couldn’t you give me a hint
That you may like me
Instead of acting like you
Don’t see me
Coming closer to you
Should I recite a line
And act like it was mine
Should I just say hey?
Girl can't you give me a little
Hint
Of how to start
The process of stealing
Yo

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he probably puts his arm around her
and tells her he loves her too,

Now how can he do all that
when I feel the way I do
about him?

It does not make sense
and my entire body aches with sadness,
then the emptiness settles in, right as it does,
and I'm left wondering if he knows
that what he is doing is killing me,

And it is killing me,
running its hands all over my sensitive skin,
and I cannot take it,

I cannot take the way he looks at me, the way he looks at her
and I cannot take another second of this lackluster kind of longing,
because I bleed as I breathe
and I break as I love,

To love like a rocking horse You are the highlight to my lonely night. You rush my mind like young currents rising onto the shore. I have no feeling in my fingertips and the air is thick and heavy and almost sweet. But these past few months have given breath to the void that lives in all of the empty places; space between ribs, backs of knees, and collarbone indentations. Oh, if only your body could bridge the gaps.

You know, I am sick of writing about you, nauseous actually. I don't want to smoke your pipe only to get high off loneliness anymore. The way I have ached for you, the way I have pined, is effervescent. Do I want you only because you are not mine?

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you've completely emptied my veins of blood and
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let you go.

Need.There's this hunger that haunts me,
I picture your lips on mine in a cold, dark cave,
but we are hot as we burn each other,
your fingertips run races up and down my spine,
your hands grip me like you can't let go,
and I feel as though melodies and sonnets have been
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and they are sweet and lovely and sorrowful,
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my breathing breaks into breathless,
now I feel sick and nauseated to my core
because when we part you take pieces of me with you,
only to leave me empty and tempted.

Gnawing Feelings that Live in my GutYou know what's not fair? The fact that I love you. I think I have loved you since I first saw you when your eyes lit up all blue, green, and grey. I knew in that moment you were going to be special to me. I knew it then and I know it now. I can't even begin to describe the way you move me. When your skin sparks against mine, I swear we are electric. I wish you were never further from me than arms length, because being close to you sends me through the roof. I have never felt this with anyone else before and my entire being shudders into the beyond whenever you lean into me. I honestly don't understand why I can't have you next to me every se

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and raspberry bones,
she's even got lollipops and gumdrops tattooed upon her low hanging hips,
sometimes though being too sweet has it's downside,
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by ~blackdahlia911, Sep 14, 2012, 1:51:53 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

_{I am consumed by a love concocted of carnivals, carousels, and the color green.
My heart beats to the sound of the circus but if I were a lion, you could not tame me.
I want to be wild and free with you, feel you, feel your thoroughbred horse skin over muscle,
then muscle against bone until we are running with our backs to the neon lights,
moving through time in a space of supernovas,
completely unbridled movement of hips and hooves and heavenly angels,
then it's your firefly wings burning through me like a Saturday night fever
and I'm sweltering under your touch,
but my love for you is strange
because as you hold me with empty arms,
I realize that I have been writing passionate poems
about days that were never ours
and moments that I only wished.

So God if you can hear me
please let me have him
or at least give me the strength to move on.}

Pleaseby ~blackdahlia911

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

_{I can't imagine my life without him, please don't take him away.

I ended up crying as I wrote this.}

~SoraIsMyHomeboy Sep 14, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

normally, as a critique, i would say that the last part in italics isn't necessary and somewhat detracts from the piece, but after reading the context and situation, i understand and i probably would've added the same thing. lovely work though, your imagery and analogies are great

~blackdahlia911 Sep 15, 2012

Thank you

~CelestialMemories Sep 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

_{I can really feel your emotion and love in this poem, which has concocted itself into a beautiful poem with brilliant imagery that only takes away what little breath I have left after understanding the message this poem creates. Beautiful job.}

~blackdahlia911 Sep 14, 2012

Thank you so much. Your comments always leave me breathless, your support means so much to me!

~CelestialMemories Sep 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

_{Oh shucks. My comments would be nothing if it wasn't for your fantastic work.}

~Less2TheTruth Sep 14, 2012 Student Artist

Wow... longing and lovely

~blackdahlia911 Sep 14, 2012

Thank you

~Less2TheTruth Sep 14, 2012 Student Artist

The pleasure was all mine surely

~Shyanne-Kai Sep 14, 2012

This is raw and beautiful. I can feel your passion and fear coming through strong. It has vivid imagery and a powerful statement.

~blackdahlia911 Sep 14, 2012

Thank you so much, you have no idea how much that means to me!

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