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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.
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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.

Plucking PetalsI stand on the edge of the sea,
plucking petals from the flower
in my hands
wondering:
as they fall and
drift out to sea-
will they bring my true love to me?

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

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.

here in your armsyou asked me for a hug
"just a goodbye hug," you said,
and i had to refuse
because i knew that if i let you wrap your arms around me
i wouldn't want you to let go.

but later i gave in to my fears,
we stood outside in civil twilight
underneath a yellow streetlamp
and you asked again,
a gentleman as always,
and i wrapped my arms around your neck
like i did a thousand times before.

and i closed my eyes
and tightened my grip
as you kissed my neck
and whispered, "i don't want to lose you..."

i felt your tears on my shoulder,
you felt mine on yours
and we didn't let go
until i was too afraid that our embrace
meant goodbye.

i

SnowLet's lose our faces tonight
Chemical anxiety and paper highs
Thrown to the curb by something stronger, small and white
While stars burn out their insides; Prometheus in the sky.

I always thought you were a lie:
Stinking pop culture curling bright around my eye
But now I wonder if your treasure is something I could find
Leaping from the bass lines into my frenzied, eager mind.

InsomniaA miniature moon floats sleepily
atop my open window;
a drifting continent sifting
over shivering tree tops.
Watery clouds explore along the
broken crest of atoms,
fingers rolling in the shadows
of its dimensions.
My skewed sight steadily begins to
repaint the scattered stars and
one by one like raindrops,
they burst across the sky
Breathing down in thoughtful shafts
upon the inside of my eyelids.
I'm thankful to be an insomniac.

Icarus DreamsHe had Icarus dreams,
it was not for the flight
that he longed.

But the descent,
the freedom of the fall,
abandon, out of control,
between life and death.

For that one beautiful
moment, you gave yourself up
entirely.

On the SeafloorUnseeing eyes attracted to unseeing people:
a tidal cycle that pulls me under—
buries me,
beneath salted layers of foam.

I thought mistakes bred solutions—
different methods of hopeful change,
but I lay submerged,
and I subjectively ponder
this warden Loneliness
until my eyes secret watered gallons
to outline saline graves.

I rest in my watery casket of winding seaweed,
and I breathe in the moonlight from peaks of exuberant waves;

I pull the stars over my head, fluff the shell-filled sand
and am finally free.

November MuseHer cold winter fingers
circled around my throat,
how bitter she was,
at ineptitude.
(her's or my own?)

Obsidian eyes
bore through my soul,
denied even a whisper,
or a thought.

She demands
only death
for without my words
the muse has nothing
left.

The Skies bleed redThey shout,
The skies are red, the skies are red,
But that's not what I see.
I see a land that seems well bled-
A sight saved just for me.

I watch as clouds of cotton floss
Shed bombs through spiral stairs.
I watch them shatter upon the earth,
And leave it burnt and bare.

Oh, where are the cold stone buildings gone
That once stood tall and strong?
Where are the bustling, bursting throngs
That filled the streets? What's wrong?!

At once the world swells and sways,
The reds turn ghastly white.
Through the mists of my cluttered mind,
I see a flash of light.

It leads me out into a park
With a noise I can't shake off
I hear them

Yellow RainThe soft texture tickled her toes
And she was quick to replace her bare foot,
Searching for a place free of the
Delicate petals
That fell from her hands.

Twelve more fragile futures fell to the ground,
Collecting in an indecisive heap
Whose beautiful, red hues
Played tricks with the sun,
Filling her head with illusions
That all will be alright.

She slashed at the other flowers
Standing tall and proud around her,
Dancing with the wind
To heart stopping lyrics
Sung in a language she could not understand.
Tearing them up from the roots,
She cursed their peaceful attitude
And cold, heartless souls
That continued to exude radi

regardless of where and which roads (write)i. so today we get together
   as per your request
   today you (at last) confess to me

   i watch you narrate

   the e.e. cummings you've
   kept chained in your rhythm,
   in your beats and paces and all other nooks
   and crooks
   and hidden places

   i've secretly always known existed

   i want you to start writing today

ii. you tell me you believe
    in your ability
    to write the words i always knew you whispered;
    steaming at the hearts of other girls
    turning them to froth
    while i watch my own heart
    shrivel like dregs
    in the same cup of cappuccino

    i've always been drinking off drought

iii. i am sc

Pandora's box

I opened this box
I know he told me not to
I just couldn't resist
That was my forbidden fruit.

It was the only wrong I did,
My one mistake,
But I am allowed to have sins
I am just a woman made of clay.

I watched the darkness Embrace the Earth
Earth,that you,Mother Gaia,left us.
I watched the colors turn to grey.
Hate. Sickness. Envy. Lust.

Yes,I removed the lid
It wasn't even heavy
I guess I saved him somehow.
That trap wasn't even made for me.

But you know,
Zeus loves his sons.
He put a remedy at the bottom-
Hope-when you think all is done.

And I watched the centuries pass
Suffocating,drowning in my own "whys"
I could

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hey boy, I'm bleeding without you

by ~blackdahlia911, Aug 31, 2012, 10:43:55 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

_{I guess you could say I've been infatuated with death,
but I'm even more consumed by you
in the deadliest way possible.}

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hey boy, I'm bleeding without youby ~blackdahlia911

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~BelaRoseWolf Sep 1, 2012 Student Writer

For some reason, I found this cute...

It's very well-written, and I like the meaning. Great work!

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~blackdahlia911 Sep 1, 2012

haha thank you

it just popped in my head and i decided to post it

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~BelaRoseWolf Sep 1, 2012 Student Writer

You're welcome!

I really liked it!

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