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I dreamt of a flood and you were the waterLight 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 Dream of WolverinesAn alabaster calla lily blooms out of my belly button,
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.

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

I'm Not Ready to Let GoYour fingertips carve melodies into my songbird skin,
carbonizing my charcoal bones
so I can write sonnets on the sidewalk
with the ends of my chalky joints.

Oh how your grazing hands
hold me,
your touch
lingers.

Your propane eyes
burn me up,
your toothy smile
ties me down.

I hold my breath
because these moments are fragile
as they are finite,

and I close my eyes
because love shouldn't be this ugly
or this hard to find.

I am not RecyclableAs if I were recyclable,
your eyes break me down,
your gaze melts my aluminum limbs
and disintegrates my paper bones,

my heart leaps from the flames
and rides along the surface of your tongue,
because if you only knew how much I love you,
your taste buds would be burning for my blood,

if you only knew,
but you don't,

and I sure as hell can't tell you,
because you would use me
only to then throw me away.

My Beautiful DisasterBroken boy
with your coffee
and cigarettes
I should have been
forewarned to stay away
but your lips
curved in a cynical smile
and your eyes
saw the bitterness of the world,
I longed for your artist's fingers
to give me a caress,
I see you smoking in bed
among twisted sheets
while we for a moment
forget the pain of the world,
but in the end we are
destined to destroy each other,
it was never love
that drew us together
but the beauty of your mind
and the languid litheness of your body,
the cracks in your heart,
and despair in your soul,
but I was never the one
to give you what you require,
you are an ideal
I desired

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.

preludesi.
blue rose into the city backdrop
like balloons, a million for the
morning sun prelude.

ii.
i've not slept a dream
but i have cried a salty face
and letters spilled like beans
into my moleskine,
almost as virgin as i once was
with few stories between my covers.

iii.
the kettle's belly boils
like my head upon a pillow.

iv.
i am guilty for rarely finishing my tea
even when i use the small mugs;
pour, rinse, repeat.

v.
perhaps today i will play dead.

vi.
perched behind my blinds
it dawns on me that i am surrounded
by walled neighbours, strangers,
they're just preludes to lovers
the way i am always
prelude to the one.

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

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 Eden of self-creationhe
perched on the lip
of a girl

the year
was hot with
outdoor parties

butterflies
open doors,
paper lanterns,
leather vests and wine

he is carnivorous
and passionate
she is music
sweat and muscle

they are alive
creating light graffiti
from the strobe light
on their moist limbs

their anthem is
warm summer nights,
bonfires and bands
playing electronica

tomorrow
they will
disappear into
hesitant voices

but for now
they deviate –

this is
the essence of
self-creation

Lightning Bug CosmosI lace my skin up like a corset, peel back the blinds on my eyelids, and take a step forward, waking from the poppies to the
lightning bug glow of truth tapping on my eardrums.

In front of the mirror I stand, but what I notice is not the awkward crook of my nose or butterfly lashes. I look into the lighted mirror as if searching for answers hidden under
Ribbon-like sets of

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

at world's (wit's) endI miss the ocean.
cracked window panes and wing beats of gulls,
bare feet on mother nature's broken flesh,
caught silver scaled fish off grey jetties,
white picket fences
(we are only driftwood tied with kite string wires)
the salt in my eyes, on my lips,
lines between water and stars shatter and shimmer
I want to call this beautiful—
somewhere I lost your reflection in these
clear tide pools,
(what does a sunset look like underwater?)
sailboats, pushed across waves by our lungs,
I cradled sandbars before they were swallowed,
lighthouses with mirrored candles
why don't we go back to when we thought we knew
everything,
when the world wa

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Tender
i am
a taxidermy fawn,
existing yet comatose,

my soul flickers within a lantern,
releasing a smoke with the scent of
pheromones and vanilla verbena,

but your necromantic whispers
linger in my ears,
so sweet and succulent as peaches,

animalistic instincts
give me breath,
filling my lungs upon a full moon,
oh i'd so like to take a bite of you,

you and your jungle bred lips,
tropical to taste,
organic to kiss,

jaguar, leopard spots
cover your skin
in patterns painted by the forest,

then a low, throaty growl
slips from your jaw,
haunting me like a past mistake,

but you are wild bamboo
and the sound of my heart beating,

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.

HushEmpty doll eyes touched by romantic shadows,
rabies induced lips frothing with hunger,
then a white winged moth on a blood orange dahlia,
the curves of the petals bend like
demented, contorted limbs,
forming trapezoids out of bent knees
and hexagons out of broken arms,
but bodies go limp as the sun dies down,
hips held up by Saturn's rings,
but saved by the moon's melody
and a book on loneliness,
pages fleeting, hearts slowly beating,
tension tightens muscles,
grabbed by hands of a poltergeist
so filthy ghosts fingers make craters along planetary skin,
shaking, shaking, shaking,
too much, too fast,
shhhhhh... shhhhh....sh

The Deer with the Broken NeckThe air smells of chlorine and freshly cut grass,
I'm breathing in deep,
rubbing my eyes to wake,
pressing my fingertips to my eyelids
seeing tangerine and crayola red lines
flickering against the pressure;
It's the color of juice from beetles,
dripping from their shells like raspberry jelly,
like blueberry blood (and nothing else).

My ankles
popping against one another like clock parts
while my sweat smells of cucumbers (and nothing else),
and my flesh is being coated in a pastel chalk,
my body then worn down to a fine powder
that can manipulate the sidewalk into a canvas.

The high growing water weeds are
splintering off in

you are a gentle rain, the mist on my skinYou are a collection of ulcers
burning deep within my stomach,
you hurt me so bad it's good,

You are the cobwebs around my ankles,
you cling to my skin and
I can't quite seem to shake you off,

You are summer
and I am an orange tree,
ripened fruit, freshly sun baked,
freshly picked,

You are the cool breeze coming through my window,
the breath entering through the mesh screen pores,
I can feel you on me;
a gentle rain,

You are the ghost
that plucked my heart from the graveyard,
so please hold me like we are dying
because we are
and I don't want to die without you.

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as we become ghosts

by ~blackdahlia911, Sep 19, 2012, 12:07:14 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

_{The 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 should let you know now that this love is a disease,
it will leave you in ruins with teeth like Aztec tombs rotting inside your mouth,
and it will leave your hands forming empty circles in the sky where the stars should be,
but all of this is okay because when we're together I can see the moon in your eyes
and the sun in your lips,
when they dare form a smile, your kiss ignites my shadows and
sheds light in upon my darkness,
it's like the whole world is exploding but I couldn't care less
because I've got your luminescence trapped inside my glass jar lungs
so as I breathe, I may be smoking sundown cigarettes,
but I can feel the dawn breaking beneath each exhale
and I can feel the warmth of your skin brushing against my soul
as we become ghosts in the midst of this collapsing galaxy.}

as we become ghostsby ~blackdahlia911

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

_{inspired by fresh and dangerous love, the state of the world, and overwhelming change}

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~Sigma-Echo-Seven Oct 20, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

"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,"

This is beyond wonderful.

~blackdahlia911 Oct 21, 2012

Ohh thank you

~WolfxButterfly Sep 19, 2012 Student Writer

I am a huge fan of yours, and this is probably my favorite poem by you thus far. So vulnerable and lovely. I especially love the first five lines.

Keep up the great work!

~blackdahlia911 Sep 19, 2012

Wow! That means a lot!!! Thank you so much for all your support

~jas08 Sep 19, 2012

Damn...Your imagery is stunning. As I read through this, the beauty of your words leapt off the page and danced. These are the ones that stood out for me-

"where dahlias are breeding in the curves of my collarbone"

"it will leave you in ruins with teeth like Aztec tombs rotting inside your mouth"

"I can see the moon in your eyes
and the sun in your lips,
when they dare form a smile, your kiss ignites my shadows"

"I've got your luminescence trapped inside my glass jar lungs
so as I breathe, I may be smoking sundown cigarettes,
but I can feel the dawn breaking beneath each exhale"

~blackdahlia911 Sep 19, 2012

Oh thank you! Your comments are always so wonderful

~jas08 Sep 20, 2012

My pleasure.

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