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you lied the night you kissed me.there is a thick exhaustion in the pit of my stomach, spreading to my shoulders
till they hang and to my knees until they buckle. and I will sleep for days on end,
and when I wake up I didn't really.

I hate you dear, I hate you so.

because there is so much to do, I could travel to the other side of the country and
paint a portrait of a stranger and I could sit on top of someone's roof and look at the
stars with a boy I don't want to know and I could fall asleep in his bed and listen to
him playing guitar without clothes and he'd take me out for diner and anywhere I'd
want to go and we'd have sex in his car and on the trampoline in

Your bright eyesYour bright eyes makes me feel nostalgic

To a place I've never been to

Where everything feels right

Where everything feels musical

You make my life beautiful with the way you look at things

To have you, would be sweet

To touch you, would be heaven

To love you, would be paradise

To you a Mister Caleb PotterTo a Mister Caleb Potter,

You know you liked someone:
When they catch your eye,
When you get nervous talking to them,
And when they can distract you.

You know you love someone:
When you can't look away,
When you talk always and don't stop to them,
And when they walk in and you don't pay attention to anyone else.

You know you miss someone:
When you see them and they aren't there,
When you don't talk to them and you crumble away,
And when all you can think about is them.

You know you would do anything for someone:
When you liked them,
When you love them,
And when you miss them,

I liked you,
I love you,
I miss you,
I would do

A Piece Of YouI touch the strings of my guitar,
And they spiral inward,
Everything I touch seems to fall part.
Falling into darkness,
A depressive state,
This was my fate.

We started as perfect strangers,
Boys meets girl,
Or…Girl meets boy.
A perfect sensation,
You drove me into fixation.
A goddess of a sort,
I guess that's what you were to me.
Yeah, I guess that's what you were to me.

That friend of yours,
He takes a sip of tea then whispers in your ear,
You smile and you whisper in his,
Singing a melody,
Sweet, like the summer days past,
You look at me, I look to you,
A cold stare, hasn't winter passed?

My heart shakes, until it

PrayerSiren sweet,
weave thick the moonless air
with honeyed sighs.

Slip through the aether
and pour into shining eyes
until they overflow.

Let it be known
how I burn to unfold her
with kisses, kisses.

And bring no morning
that exists without her
singing, singing.

ValentineIts first syllable is my shy bitten lip; the lush crash of our tongues.
Its breathless cusp, the start of that kiss.

All this,
if you'll be mine,
my valentine.

Its day and month are the lines in a sonnet; the sum of our union.
Quadrennial leap, intercalary beat.

So sweet,
is your resign,
my valentine -
when the day it brings,
not a gathering of flowers;
but verse that sings
how to make mine ours:

Ten fingers to

And I will Always be the Moon
We have gotten so attached to these days and these months,
but a deer doesn't know a Tuesday from a Thursday
and a caribou can't comprehend that it was born on a September afternoon,
but they can understand this instant, this moment, this breath,
only now, no longer the past, and only the future when they get there,

there's a healthy lack of awareness in that,
escaping the fear of death but thriving off the instinct to live,
everything so primal and based off gut reactions,
I guess you could say ignorance is bliss,
but ignorance only actually applies when it comes to humanity,
oh I would like a life like that,

one tha

you are my careful ghost
i. The air is thick and I'm drinking you in like sunlight through a silver straw,
I'm feeling like my spine has come unzipped and my crayola red innards have become exposed to the cool air,
you're like the slivers in my fingers that I can't pull out,
maybe I should try scraping off layers of skin with tweezers,
goodbye dead cells, hello fresh meat,
damn, why are you so fresh as fuck.

ii. A whirlpool has developed beneath my chest so there goes my sense of sanity,
actually it's more like boiling water, bubbling, spewing out passed my eyes,
and all I've been asking for is for you to either take me or let me go,
let's be honest, I cou

sometimes i imagine i'm a bird and it's all okayI'm staring through the kitchen window,
the moon looks like it might be a warm place to be,
soft glow, pale light,
sometimes I wonder if it would look better if you were standing next to me,
no, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't,
desperation doesn't make astronomy any prettier,
and it certainly doesn't do my self worth any justice,
but your eyes are like the milky way,
they take me away,

distant,

but distant turns to empty and emotionless until the sun has gone and caved in on itself,
it's golden hot beeswax melting in circles because star-hot sinking sand refuses to lets go,
now it's all oh, I've got this scorched tongue that soaks up

kisselectric anticipation
energy of scintillating wonder
transmitted molecularly
moments before
precious first contact

i should have stayed quieti tried not to wear my words on a sleeve, but the
poetry poured out anyway,

revealing sorrow

i never thought would surface.

(i was bulletproof once, but my luggage slipped out of
the quarantine zone, and now

i'm coughing up memories, all those seconds
i wished i didn't exist).

BeautyPerhaps we got beauty all wrong

Maybe it's the falling instead of standing

Maybe it's the crying instead of laughing

Maybe it's the frowning instead of smiling

Maybe it's the dying instead of living

Maybe it's the people not me

Maybe it's the emptiness not the sea

Maybe it's the mind not the heart

Maybe it's not the pieces of the pictures together

Maybe it's when the picture is torn apart

the sugar in your smile, the glucose in your bloodIt's searching fingertips,
gingerly placed empty spaces,
and wrong timing,

but now it's I love you, oh wait I really do,
please don't leave me under these carnival lights alone
because I can't bare another day without your syrup sweet blood,

you are the sugar in my coffee
and the honey on my toast,
the candy rotting my teeth,
and the molasses thick air I inhale on summer nights.

Dear GirlIf one wish you have, could define you,
And if that wish, was one pure thing in your life,
And if you waited for that wish for years,
And it didn't get fulfilled,
Would you feel it when you met it one day?

CrispTell me you love me
the way you love the sky when it rains.
Would that be a lie?
Yes.
Then move on, move away,
let my clouds thunder
and my blood pour,
I am sick of this weather
but I'm even more sick of you;
diseased with a molding horizon
dancing along my hips,
I am ready for winter
so let it snow, bitch.

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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

Simplicity
Your hand
on mine,

breathless,

still as stones.

Moon Breederi. When I feel everything go still
I surrender myself to the sky,
the off-white canvas above me.

ii. My paintbrush fingertips
dip themselves in the colors of the ocean
and the pigments in the trees,
only to impregnate the sky with
cumulus clouds and kaleidoscopic rain bursts.

iii. The night sky,
a freckled face,
maybe I'll paint your smile in the stars
only to wipe them all away.

iv. I only wish the atmosphere
was mine alone,
for my consciousness tells me that I was
born of the love between two moons
but now I've gone and become a metaphor
for heart break.

v. And all my meteorite mind tells me is to
give up that false

His Breath, Her DeathHer eyes,
so pale yet patient,
swarms of orca whales swim inside her irises,
dancing along the sunlight in jewel tones,
so rich with reflection,
it's as though you are staring into the ocean
if the ocean were emptiness,
but when you look passed the beauty
you can see that she is broken,
she is a ship wreck in the making
with anchored hips and a drowning smile,
but that's what she gets for falling too fast
when everyone told her it wasn't safe to sail,
the waters too rough, too cold, too heart breaking,
it's too late now though,
she is withered and writhing,
intertwined with ribbons of seaweed,
she has nothing left to give any

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i want you because i shouldn't want you at all

by ~blackdahlia911, Jun 29, 2012, 12:47:11 PM
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_{i want you like i want succulent strawberries dripping over a white lacy dress,
i want you like i want complete silence on a sweltering august night,
i want you like it's dead rats melting over hot gutters and then it's your hot guts on my body.

i want you and your collarbones tied to my strings of saliva,
i want you smelling like you're some wild wolverine with incisors as sharp as rose petals,
i want you broken and bleeding just so i can nourish your wounds.

i want you dangerously close and always so,
i want you angry as you are passionate,
i want you in ways i don't even understand.}

i want you because i shouldn't want you at allby ~blackdahlia911

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_{i want you for completely unreasonable reasons}

*L0NE-W0lf Jul 13, 2012

Ugh I can relate, my brain has been in revolt for awhile and is trying to steer me the right way.

It's a bit confusing, stressful but understandable. You know what's right and what's wrong. But can you really help it? I guess you can try.

Beautiful piece.

~blackdahlia911 Jul 13, 2012

Thanks! I'm so glad you can relate, and it is definitely stressful! There's all that pent up emotion but you know you shouldn't do anything about it. Damn!

*L0NE-W0lf Jul 13, 2012

Exactly.

~xKDawnx Jul 2, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I know this feeling so well, it really hits close to home.
I love your imagery and symbolism. this is a truly heartbreaking and beautiful poem.
I can feel the desperation dripping from your words. <3

~blackdahlia911 Jul 2, 2012

Thank you so much, I am so glad you can relate! I feel like I'm going crazy over someone completely wrong for me and it's so hard to get it through my own head that that there are better people out there that are worth waiting for.

~xKDawnx Jul 3, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I've learned from my own situations that sometimes you just have to accept the pain and continue trying to live life to the fullest. It will be hard and hurt so bad at first, but if you let it keep you from living then you'll never move on. Your better someone or something will come along soon enough to rescue you. <3
Even then, it still won't be easy. there will always be residual feelings. But I put that under the category of "Life experience"
We have to go through hard times, it's what shapes us most as people.

~blackdahlia911 Jul 4, 2012

That is exactly what I needed to hear! Thank you!
I definitely agree that it's the difficult times that shape us and make us stronger and wiser. Moving on, moving forward, and living in the moment!

~xKDawnx Jul 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I'm glad I could say something to help. I know it can be so hard to work through something like this. Sometimes all you need to help you keep fighting is to hear someone tell you that it'll be okay. <3

~Borderlinetortilla Jun 30, 2012

A very great poem! It brings up strong imagery and is very descriptive! It's really well written. Great job!!!

~blackdahlia911 Jun 30, 2012

Thank you so much

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