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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.

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

SatellitesI cannot sleep and I cannot wake,
there is this new weighted feeling I get most afternoons
where I'm sinking below sea level,
tracing geometric shapes onto my geologic limbs,

and no wonder love feels so rocky
when mountains are carved into our lips,
gravel our hips,
and we use our rockwall skin to climb each other,

but I need your page turning palms pressed against my winter worn waist,
and I need your sun to be my moon,
because we are ultraviolet lights in an unbound galaxy,

so let me collapse into your event horizon,
let me sway along the depths of your Caribbean,
then let me breathe beneath your carousel stained skin,

for I

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.

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

Beyond The RainbowFar beyond the rainbow
Where time falls into space
Colors spin a melody
And all things find their place

Some hearts call it heaven
To others it's Avalon
For some it's just a dream
But there we all belong

Hurts shall be forgotten
And peace grace every heart
Beauty won't be hidden
And souls will fly with larks

Tears will mark the birth of joy
And death shall be no more
For in this land of wonder
Love like rain shall pour

For every broken heart
And every wounded soul
This the angels promise
"My lord will make you whole"

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

the story of a girl made of fire and of bloodThat red dress flowing at her ankles like blood,
rippling against her river thin frame of fire,
she is burning, burning so bloody,
she sweats and she cries and she falls to the ground,
but her eyes dance in the flickering flames
and her heart skips when his voice catches on her pastry flake flesh,
his voice lingers there, rests, soul upon skin, sin upon sin,
her body cooked tender.

a love that hit me like a car crashI am sad,
you took it all away
and I'm lying in bed
counting crows feet like sheep,

like stars,
but I'm not glowing,

I am stale, stale bread,

it was a mistake letting myself love you,
love you when you were never mine to love,
my words so fragmented,
my heart so tender, so naive,

I put my heart in your hands
but I, a ghost, only slipped through your fingers,
my phantom breath slid against your unknowing skin,
not even goosebumps to attest to my presence,
I know you have felt nothing, nothing at all,

now my body is collapsing into a heap on a beige bedspread
and I am writhing against the empty aches
with a mind still traci

the first taste of creativitydrizzled succulent
memories
wander childhood
pastry of new realities
tasted
sticky fingers
the learning of
experiential consuming

honey crusted
excalamations circle
in the ringed cone
progress
elevation of comprehension
development
of likes
cavites
dislikes
glucose levels

chomp existence
caloric wonders
travel vast synapsis in
reformation
of the forumula
strained vegetables
left now behind
in deep cacao based
wonderlands
artistry in confection
inspires seratonin elevation

buds flower
the mind seed
through tongue
to a fair first
elemental mating
of soul
to the power
of hunger driven
creativity

Agoraphobic
He would often catch the coursers of a newly printed page
or lock upon the wingspan of departing poetry.

But once the years corroded and the pages crumbled,
fantasizing was no longer enough

Soon he found that these shallow fabrications had all the depth
of a black and white page.

Stepping Over LeavesAnd so I tried to hold your letters
the way you used to hold my hand;
fingers spaced between torn edges and
around undotted i's.
Guiding me away
from those gentle autumn leaves that
I had loved to crunch
so very much.
But instead, I stepped against the sunspots
of every promise you had broken
trying just to pull some meaning from a sentence
ending with "goodbye".
And when my eyes began to slide over the words you had misspelled,
I closed your note
and tore it into nothing.
Nothing but a sad reminder that once again you had cracked
like those gentle autumn leaves
that I had loved
so very much.

Soakeda rainbow
spectrum of
soft bruises
nestles in
the space
between her
fingertips
and heartbeat.
a silent reminder of
all the nights
she spent in
the solitude
of your
company.

HeathensClosets filled with toys
cannot spare room for clothes so
the boys roam naked

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by ~blackdahlia911, Sep 5, 2012, 12:28:51 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

_{it's one of those

goldfish bowl empty afternoons,

dehydrated,

gills grasping for water,

fresh daylight

spilling over my aquatic limbs,

so thin boned and cold-blooded,

swordfish lips so sworn to

seahorse secrets,

i cannot see a way out of drowning

in all of this

open air,

my fins lie still

as does my two-chambered heart,

you never actually did need any bate,

i hooked myself,

then released my own salty ghost,

you only just laid me out to dry,

gutted and seizing.}

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*0hgravity Sep 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I liked how clear the feeling of this is - harsh, cold and vulnerable.

a nice piece, especially in the beginning.

I wonder, were you going for a play-on-words with "bate"?

~blackdahlia911 Sep 9, 2012

Thank you! And I accidentally just spelled that wrong but never got around to changing it hahaha probably should fix that soon!

~CelestialMemories Sep 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

_{This was so fantastic and beautiful The imagery and symbolism really took my breath away.}

~blackdahlia911 Sep 5, 2012

Wow! Thank you so much, those are such nice compliments

I really wasn't sure how I felt about this one or if it gave off enough feeling

~CelestialMemories Sep 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

_{You are very welcome!!}

*thesquareroot Sep 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

excellent continuity

~blackdahlia911 Sep 5, 2012

thank you!!

*thesquareroot Sep 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

no problem

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