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let your wildfire run free
i. It's a warm kind of rain and a growling kind of thunder,
throaty and crackling booms,
I've dreamt of this place before,
there's this room made up of tall glass windows,
outside is a wrap around balcony made up of stone with high ledges,
small fir trees grow in between the crackled rock
and I'm breathing slow, soaking in the sky's sweat.

ii. Perspiring and porous clouds melt over this broken land
and I'm realizing this place lives only inside my soul when sleeping.

iii. It is a hazy painting running over the contours of my unconscious mind,
it is airbrushed afterthoughts swirling with watercolor wishes,
it is the place where

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

cratersI like to think that over this past year you've come to understand
that my heart is a cratered sun
and my veins make up constellations across my vulnerable vertebrae,
because when I close my eyes,
it's you that my subconscious summons as I sleep,

There's just something about you that completely electrifies my skin,
your touch draws conclusions between the freckles on my forearms
and I'm left wondering how you even connected the dots,

But you make me nervous in a young kind of way
and there's this fragile sense of longing that I'm not quite sure i understand,
although tonight I could feel your laugh settle between my palms like a

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

Dreamless MistsDreams;
Ever elusive mist
Slipping through your fingers.
Still beckoning for you.
The haunted road
Forever in shadow,
Silently waiting
For dawn
and its light
to break the shell
of muddled thoughts
trapping you within,
Until those rays
release you and
you are free
to dream

I wish for a worldI wish for a world where I can be free,

Where the deaf can hear and the blind can see.

I wish for a world where people show love,

Where people believe in the one who's above.

I wish for a world where evil will cease,

Where people don't die from a horrid disease.

I wish for a world with no rich nor poor,

A place where the starving will hunger no more.

I wish for a place where there will be no death,

A place full of content and not of regrets.

I wish for a place that is free of these crimes,

A place where people don't waste any time.

I wish for a place where all people care,

Where people don't mock you or laugh and just stare.

I w

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.

Closed mouthed,I tried to devour myself in my sleep,
all tight lipped and tongueless—
hours after you left me
with only an unbeating heart
keeping me company.

Callused fingers made me shiver,
but never managed to make me burn.

Instead, they left me feeling cold—
a frostbitten liar with a snake for a tongue.

An unnamed poetic.

I'm dreaming of red skies
and dragons of old—
I'm begging, and I'm begging,
and I'm begging—Please—warm me up.

Set fire to these bones—
Give me a real reason to scream.

Because, there rests an old poet
in the farthest reaches of my soul
and she longs to fight this fire with flames.

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Melancholy OrchestrasWorn cellos softly fingering reverberations to sleepy souls
a lazy skeleton keyed piano collecting dust in the hush
a quiet voice whispering in an auditorium
lullabies collecting in my ribs

The Day Before DawnI remember when we were all that existed
the only sound was our hearts beating,
nothing else mattered.
You'd take my hands,
and that shine in your eyes
was the heaven everyone had told me about.

   can't you stay a little longer?
    you're going nowhere nowadays

I remember when you told me I was the only thing in your mind
and I believed you

   I realize how little it is I live
    when you leave.
    You go,
    and take my breath with you
    I suppose

I remember when you used to write
and the w

IntegalacticsSome people are like planets
that turn to the whims of a bright star.
Others are satellites, loyal to a fault
they follow and they move
The ones like the moon
forever in love with a planet's form,
never face another way.

But you are a meteor, baby,
running through it all, not a care in the world.
Heeding no laws you travel the 'verse
I look at your back as you pass me by,
oblivious to my gaze.

One day you'll crash -
the day you meet the one, your own true and only.
The planets and the stars, the satellites and moons
They love from a distance
You and your love will be one, you'll never be apart
At that day, I'll lose you fore

Solaris

i walk on porcelain clouds
  with winged sandals.

my rainbow hair is combed
by crystal butterflies,

along the skies of sapphire
   i am but a sparkling amber,

you may have seen me,
    for i travel the sky,

kissing your pastel flowers to bloom,
   tickling your beautiful rosy cheeks
      with my golden voice.

i walk on porcelain clouds
     with winged sandals.

i dance on the cerulean waves
as they serenade me with the song
               &

Maybe LoveSmile,
Sigh,
Wish,
Weep.

Do you see?
Are you that blind?
But I don't care,
I'll love you anyway.

I've buried my heart,
And I'm scared to love.
But you, I think,
Could change that.

I wish every night,
On stars and on tears.
I can't make you love me,
But maybe you will anyway.

You already know,
Don't you?
I told you,
So maybe you already do.

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

The Words I Wish I'd SaidShe said:
    "No, you have to go.
    I just moved on, it took me
    tears and time and scars I can't get back.
    Do you know how hard it is
    to have your heart dull your senses
    until the line is blurred between
    truth and lies?
    So, even though
    you know you're being dumb
    you're frozen in place-
    you can't move.
    Your heart's too full with

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MasochisticMy heart is a hot pink balloon,
stretched too tight with too much air,
I am one beat away from it popping,
bursting out my chest,
splattering my blood upon drops of rain,
because I was born with a broken heart
and no one has ever managed to make me feel any less than I do,
I only feel nauseous and angry and yes, maybe a little desperate,
my eyes now blooming roses out of their lash lines
and I can feel the thorns scraping against my cornea,
it's almost as if I've gone numb,
there are really only two options here;
feeling everything
or feeling nothing with no in-between,
oh what have I done, what have I done,
but now what a

QuietShhhh....

listen

to the

sound of existence.

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

Lust in a Loveless WorldI am a wolf,
a skinny young girl,
destroyed but still hungry,
will you return to me in the dark of the night?
I am no longer youthful but I need your young eyes
to light my way,
run, brush all over my skin,
oh so hungry,
can you hear me, can you feel me,
do you understand that I am more than part carnivore,
I need you to rush me, hush me, then crush me,
sedate me in ways that drugs cannot,
so come here, come over,
don't leave me, a young wolf, alone
in this place, this world
where empty hearts play me like trumpets,
then piano keys scrape against my back and
rip me up,
I'm being torn apart by an orchestra
that's been bath

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.

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.

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you are my careful ghost

by ~blackdahlia911, Jul 6, 2012, 12:02:41 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

_{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 could try to say I am over this whole thing
but I'm not and I don't even want to be.

iii. So let's forget the world,
get lost in each others skin,
tracing ribs like jail bars,
running hands over heartbeats,
brushing lips with lonely aches.}

you are my careful ghostby ~blackdahlia911

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

_{not sure why i titled it this, but it just felt right?}

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~MirageAngel21 Jul 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I agree that your imagery is phenomenal. It's a darkly beautiful piece, really.

~blackdahlia911 Jul 16, 2012

thank you

i like your phrasing "darkly beautiful" haha

~MirageAngel21 Jul 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thanks,lol, and you are most sincerely welcome

*L0NE-W0lf Jul 13, 2012

Lovely piece!

*EpicLevelSorcerer Jul 11, 2012 Student Writer

This is really good, has a sharp and dark feel to it that so beautiful.
I really liked the third part with its imagery.
After reading this more than once I can start to see that the title does fit.

~blackdahlia911 Jul 12, 2012

Thank you so much! That is the exact kind of feel I was going for

=slowslicksnails Jul 9, 2012 Student Writer

Hope I'm not being rude but I didn't like the "fresh as fuck" simile. Other than that this poem is fantastic and almost perfect. I think this deserves a DD.

~blackdahlia911 Jul 9, 2012

Oh that's not rude at all haha, I was honestly debating on what to do there because that line kind of just spilled out! But thank you so much, that means a lot!

=slowslicksnails Jul 9, 2012 Student Writer

Oh okay =]
You're welcome! I think a lot of your lines were just amazing and I did suggest you for a DD. I hope you get it!

~blackdahlia911 Jul 9, 2012

Wow, thank you! No one has ever done that before!!!

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