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softenedthe sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
alone.

in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
raven,
black as night and
just as hopeful.

and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.

I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
me.

Two SoulsCould I touch a silent thought?
Could I know the colour of a word?
Could I hear the universe full of stars?
Could I hold the sea in my arms?
Could I stroke your voice?
Could I live in your heart?

A song never sung
A paper never drawn
A game never won
A man never loved

A flower that moves
A bird on my hair
A tree always blue
Spring
one love
two souls
my world
and you.

AirI want to lose myself
in an illogical need
for love.

I want to remember
to forget
how to breathe.

What is Air
if not you?

Pull Me ClosePull me close
Hold me tight
Tell me silently
That it’ll be alright

‘Cause when you’re near
I feel my heart beating,
When I see you
I feel alive,
When you hold me
I know it’s OK,
And I revel in feeling
The sound of you breathing
With your heart right next
To mine.

The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.
Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.
A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.
He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen.

That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.
Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.
In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.
As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.
A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken.

He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.
Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.
Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.
Pulling out hi

Condemned AloneI always fail in love;
No matter the man I'm with,
He will leave eventually.

My heart rarely smiles
Ripped apart like a curtain
Of memories that
Fades with morning light.

And if I put my trust in you,
Will I regret it, only time will know.

Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lonely eternity?

I'm not sure what to believe;
All these years exposed to lies,
I am filled with bitterness.

I am their puppet;
Strings attached,
They reduce me to worthlessness
Incapable to thrive.

Too scared to leap beyond the moon
Where lovers reside in harmony.

Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lonely eternity?

Lesbian first kiss~laying together, on the bed.
Not touching, I go closer in
Snuggling into you a bit
I play with your cheek,
you play with my hair

I go closer and snuggle..
This time my head
is gently on your shoulder
You snuggle back into my neck
Looking at your face, then your eyes
Your eyes are looking at my lips
I gently grab your chin and lift

I can see your face in perfect view,
you get scared and look down..
I reassure you with a hug.
Look back into your eyes
grab your chin and kiss..

I can feel our lips tremble,
frightened; wanting more
Slowly but gently kissing
explosions of emotions
Beams of sweat on palms
We part away for a second

We kiss again with more confidence
touching each others bodies
stroking slowly, at each others curve

~Love~Love is like power
its strong but can only last so long...

Many people believe there is a red string connected with your soul mate
But strings can snap eventually...

Golden hearts connected together.
Then to rust and break...

love can make you happy and positive
but also sad and negative
very regretful too...

But pay close attention, you'll only get this once.
Pick your partner carefully.
They may just pick your forever..

♥

Star-kissed SpineShe has this air about her
that I don't quite understand.
It's as if her spine is the night sky,
caressing the heavenly bodies
of the planets on her skin.
Ivory skin,
like that of a porcelain doll.
She is fishnet and lace,
black and white,
and all the in-betweens.
I'll take her star-kissed spine
and she can have my battered rib cage,
my sore, slow heart
if only she'll take them.

Desirable SweetnessSkin is so soft so sweet, for it melts in my mouth like chocolate, it makes me wonder if you have ever

Been in love before, for I am eager to know if anyone else has been able to taste your desirable churned

Sweetness, for it makes me quite jealous for someone else has touched you first, seeing your hidden

Away treasures when hearts flourish and beat as one, as the lights dim to see such gloomed pleased

Eyes in an embowered place, in which empowers the sweet aroma of the occasion, such sweetness

Haunts my very soul, and has relished in the faery power of my unreflecting love……

Snapshots of usthe grass doesn’t grow here;
it’s all picket fences and five millimetre lawns
but ours is a jungle, guarded by thorns
as we entwine, anchoring each other
sunshine bathed and blurry
with Narnia tucked behind the beehive

still we’d rather be nomadic than settle
(we are blinkered but bolting)
and smoke and mirrors have more substance than
this hushed hunting for the other shoe
and the lipstick stains on your collar

it feels a little incestuous
but we chose the second circle
and dark matter is a time-bomb, ticking
so I sink into you again (and again)
rooting for salvation beneath your husk
and hoping we’ll find right

rippleshow many ripples you can cause
in the ocean of someone's heart,
each person has a tidal system they must abide and sometimes,
(even though you know better than to fight the waves)
you can't help but fool yourself into thinking
you can dive a little deeper.
(even though you're running out of air already)

and i am already becoming an expert in
clasping my hands together just right
so that it feels like someone else's fingers
interlaced with mine,

i know how to drape one leg over the other
to make it seem as though it's your ankle touching my foot
i press my back to the pillow beside me,
pretend its more than
just my body warmth heati

That Thing Called LoveA moment
A kiss
This feeling
A wish

A gesture
A touch
These feelings
Too much

Descriptions
Depictions
No words
Can be written

This love
A thought
This knowing
Is enough

Jack Frost

See my breath fog up the glass
Flakes of white go floating past
With pale face and reddened nose
Brave the chill, smile as it snows
Just be patient, wait, he'll come
That winter spirit I deeply love
That smirk, a tingle down my spine
Holds me close, knows that he's mine
Time is running out, my dear
Limited edition, winter's here
Make the most of every kiss
With every moment, make a wish
Snowflakes falling all around
Disintegrating on the ground
We don't care for radiators
We keep our house a refrigerator
Because we seem to make our own heat
The clock intensifies each beat
We may be young but we're not stupid
We know you'll leave when it gets

subrogationwhile you sailed the seven seas,
I dreamt I danced with the wolves.

It was a dark night; and in the clearing they circled me,
crowned by fireflies.
While we twirled and twirled around the fire,
the gods made and unmade the world,
so many times they undid themselves
and my dream,

and I fell into consciousness like into a seamless abyss,
and crashed into a floor of stone;

but when I opened my eyes, I was in your arms,
and you had stopped rowing.

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Turn the knob
Hear the door gently creak.
The doorway to imagination
the doorway to inspiration
the doorway to dreams
the doorway to nightmares.

Glide across the studio
toward the corner
toward the glass
toward the canvas...
toward everything and nothing
at the same time.

Take the brush
(type the words)
Choose the color
(or emotions???)
Concentrate....
(open your eyes to your heart)
Frenzied painting
(type faster, faster!
before it leaves again!)

Exhaustion
Sit in the chair
(smell the new/old dust)
observe the work
(read the words)
feel the brush fall to the floor
(take your hand off the keys)
Hits the floor with

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Minute details of your soul
things nobody else can see.
The freckled nose, the tiny mole
the way you glow when you're with me.

The twinkle in your emerald eyes
like starlight in a favorite dream.
The soothing music of your laugh
like water in a lazy stream.

The fact that you have perfect hands
that hold to mine so tenderly.
The dreams we share of distant lands
the "I love you's" when no one sees.

Holding hands under the desk
I see the pieces of your soul.
And as I listen to your breath
I see that you are more than the whole...

Closure

Open ended landscapes of emotion
stretching as far as they eye
can see to an unseen destination
that only it knows.
No limits, no boundries
no start, no end.

For good emotions this is
a wonderful thing.
Finding a new facet to explore
every day as you run with childlike
innocence simply because you can.
Room to fly, room to soar
room to run, room to be free.

But what happens when the painful
feelings transforms this
utopia of open space into a
prison without bars?
No companionship, no change
no laughter, no tears left...

And you would trade all the
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a tiny room with a single
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Pondering....
Wondering....
Imagining....
Dreaming.....

Pondering what it is about
our minds that turn simple
everyday objects and actions
into beautiful works of art.

Wondering where the line is drawn.
Good, bad? Masterpiece, flop?
Who decides what deserves a place
in an art gallery or the discarded
pile in the corner?

Imagining the scenes in my mind
were real places, with real people
and real laughter, but it is just
an imagination like everything else.

Dreaming of being great (truly great)
some day. So people will know my work,
will feel my emotions as I pour them out
like crystaline drops of water from a
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some are finished, most undone.
Drawing toward that place within
to distant lands with blazing suns...

Anything you want to be
and everything you know you're not.
In the land of sleepless dreams
where goals are reached, and souls are lost.

People daydream of this place
and let the real world pass them by.
Trapped within a shrinking space
they're forced to watch their loved ones die.

But at the ending of the day
when all the bells have finally tolled.
The prison of their life abates
and sink to pillows made of gold.

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streets full of people with empty heads
and hollow souls. Rushing to get to places
they really don't want to go.
Searching for things they never really wanted.
And killing for things they put in a yard sales.
So I go to my place that they don't know about
my sanctuary if you will, inside
the walls of my mind yet larger than my world....
I fade from their eyes (I was never really there to start).
I fade from their goals for me, their desires
until only I am left with me/myself/and I.
I open my eyes and look down, but I see no hand.
I raise my arms to wind that no longer exists
and embrace the ma

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Crying In The Rain

by ~matrix7, Aug 16, 2001, 6:28:56 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

I feel transparent to your eyes
you know me well so I can't hide
the pain I bottle up within
from chances lost for love again...

I feel it every time I see
what may have been for her and me.
So time time after time I hide the pain
and do my crying in the rain
where no one can see the tears you cry
for they mix with rain as it blows by,
and the only way to tell tears from rain
is only one betrays your pain.

So I dry my face and smile again
and push the tears down deep within
and hear the thunder say aloud
the sound of heartache in the clouds.
And feel the harsh, cold rain embrace
the tears that flow upon my face
and mix again just like before
as I think back of old times and more...

When she and I were closest friends
I thought the laughs would never end
But life it has a cold hard laugh
as if feels your heart is ripped in half
and trampled on in such a way
it feels love will never come your way.
I sigh and pull back on the mask
I've worn so long as others ask
how I am and how she's been.
I smile and tell them we're just good friends.
So I wear my mask and tell my heart
to be content and not fall apart...
To dry the tears and hide the pain
and keep on Crying In The Rain.

Crying In The Rainby ~matrix7

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

I wrote this quite a few years ago after I had asked a very good friend of mine if she would go out and (as you can tell by readin the poem) she decided to change the nature of our friendship ina fairly negative way by avoiding me. That was before I met my wife though, who is everything I could ask for so even though this poem may be a little sad it does have a happy ending ;) (Wink)

~twira Jul 13, 2002

So very much emotion, in just a little poem... How very well written! Who hasn't ever felt pain like that? But you, unlike many others, can put words on it and express yourself. And that is good.

~d00bie Jun 3, 2002

i know that pain..
wonderful poem
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Heart

Whoever said that theres plenty of fish in the sea was lying
Sometimes theres only one fish trust me. Heart

~chronocore Apr 27, 2002 Writer

Wow... so much emotion here. I started crying just reading it. You are very good at portraying your feelings. I connect with this on a very personal level.
I wish I could offer some suggestion, but I really can't think of anything to improve upon. Well done

°jsenn Oct 24, 2001

Crying in the rain, where surely we're not seen. We raise our hands skyward for there is no other salvation. We agonize, we ache, we hurt, we allow such unbearable pain, when our God stands ready to dry the tears found mixed within the rain. You write the sweetest melodies, even in the sadness you write the sweetest melodies.

~umbilikal Aug 16, 2001 Writer

Again the rhyming that I hate...and I also hate to admit that I loved it!!! I think I was standing there with you and crying into the sky, as it dripped down upon us both. You crying because you lost a friend and I crying because I CAN'T WRITE LIKE YOU!!!!! I look forward to your future writings.

`sanguru Aug 16, 2001 Hobbyist Writer

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Another great one, and me jealous (again). You make it all look so easy, the emotions, the rhyming. It all comes together so perfectly. Great job (Once again) and I need to feel more jealous. =]

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*Sannie*
-I enter in silence
and in that way
I leave.-

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~dor Aug 16, 2001

I did not know words like these could come out of a man! wow! and yes crying in the rain works well "sometimes"
very nice poem and glad you had a happy ending! =) (Smile)

~toxictelevision Aug 16, 2001

You sound just like me. Good work..

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