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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.

Mirror, Mirror on the wallMirror, mirror on the wall.
Forgive my vandalism.
Let not a thousand curses fall.

She needed to stop catching colds from smiling at her reflection in pouring rain.
While needing me to be more than her favorite tv show on black screens.
So I came to her, the one she considers the most charming of them all.

And I know it’s bad luck to break a mirror.
Yet these two souls unluckily found each other.
So the glass shall do nothing more than continue to fall.

But mirror, mirror on the wall.
If I must die young,
Tell her that she’s the fairest of them all.

LongingIt is far too lascivious and cruel,
the way the glint in
your unnerving stare commands me to come hither
yet your lips
keep pulsing with isolated, rigid greetings
like you were pushed to a dare of some sort.
But still, I know better
by the sometimes welling that form at
the corners of your eyes
- which you try your best to hide, and
by your ocean-deep sighs that
your longing goes past your matting lashes
and mascara tinted tears.

It is never easy, hiding
everything I desire inside of little words
like "Hello" and "Goodbye" when
all I really want to do is let it out,
set it free, and
chain myself to your everything
with words I shouldn't spea

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?

Warm BodiesNothing around but air to pierce the quietness that surrounds the grace of these lustful souls,

Clouding together with interchanging hearts going along with the musing beats, tones of which

Knock the desolate sounds of blood, coming together sliding back and forth like oozing drips of

Honey such a pastoral scene hidden beneath the charm of the shadows, from which love abides

Like a melody composed of two lovers, only now to see lights fading away, with feelings going far

Away with such perception, what deviant ways perceive as to disregard, and leave only now to

Sleep to dream…..

TnM: Me amas real o no?Era un soleado día en Daneville, nuestra pelirroja favorita aun dormía plácidamente –u-
Isabella: Marie ya levántate
Marie: 5 minutos más *se tapa la cabeza con la almohada*
Isabella: ¬¬ Marie
Marie: bien bien*se levanta y se empieza a listar*
Isabella: bueno te veo abajo *se va*
Marie: lalalala oliendo las lindas rosas *cambiándose*
OoOoOoOoOoOo DEPUES DE CANTAR Y ALISTARSE OoOoOo
Marie: *se va a las escaleras*
¿??: Te quedaste hablando con jazz toda la noche de nuevo?
Marie: bueno podría decirs-..Papa?!! Como lo sabes?
Phineas: tengo contactos
Marie: o metiste grabadora

~I shall never stop loving thee~My powdered lips shall kiss thee through this ever lasting love
your beauty intensifies my satisfaction
O, tis' be you my darling, my one and sweet caressed heart
Shoot a bullet through my skull, tis' only the most dainty way I show thou love for thee.

Thy heart shall never stop beating for thee
He, be this time were I shall daunt my passion for thee.
so soft and abase
how I feel sorry for thee
trapped by endless monsoons of terror
let me hold thee and love you endlessly

Will thy be my lover?
Be my daunty heart?
If thy say Ye, then I eternal happiness shall last forever

Be thy love and I shall take care of thee forever
Never leave thy, The

RozeAm văzut niște roze întunecate, cu spini,
Le-am atins și m-am rănit,
și am mers mai departe...
Am văzut niște roze de un roșu aprins, cu spini,
Le-am atins și m-am rănit,
și am mers mai departe...
Am văzut niște roze albe, fără spini,
și am trecut mai departe...

Visible SpectrumYou reminded me
of a stained-glass window
that sits perched on its wall
beneath my stairs at home.

Daylight doesn't measure its colors,
it only scatters them down
on the hardwood floor
when the sun breaches the
suburban canopy.

And daylight didn't measure you,
no,
I saw you and all I could think on
were your mosaic eyes,
the spectrum of your blush;
that they were solid
and real
and more than patterned light.

I cover stained glass with my hands
and colors vanish.
I cover you with myself
and you are vibrant.

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

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.

There Is A PlaceTaste my lips let them consume my lust
There is no one so important than you
Maybe it silly but I believe in second chances
I know the riddles of your heart, the way to keep you smiling
There is a place for us, a place where no others have found with you
There is a door and the sign says “True”
I've tried to tell you love exist beyond me
I know its hard to believe, I've seen you happy
I touched you like no other has
I have looked the other way when you found a bit of happiness
I walked on by with a hint of uncertainty
Can't you see the truth in what I say, seeing our certainty?
There no place for us in the hearts of others
When th

Down The Rabbit HoleHere and now I would flock to you in a heartbeat.
One day though, you’re worried I may fly away instead of to your rescue.
So clip my wings and drop me down the rabbit hole.

Put my loyalty to the ultimate test.
Just don’t let the dreadful hole land in Alice’s Wonderland.
Instead, drop me in the dungeon with in your mind.

Leave the dungeon’s exist doors slammed shut
But make the keys worst hiders than I am a seeker
While allowing me the choice of you or my freedom.

Display all your secrets as a piece of loot.
While lacing the good in riddles for me to solve,
And drenching the dark in booby traps for me to disarm.

Le

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

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I try again but fail the task
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where all that you have asked I've done.

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Little Boy

by ~matrix7, Aug 16, 2001, 8:29:15 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

Sometimes I wonder if its worth
the mask I wear to hide the hurt.
The outer shell I show to all
but they don't see when I trip and fall.
But the inner me few people know
I push it deep and never show
the scared little boy I am within
when all alone, I fight to win
the constant battle going on
between what is right and what is wrong.
And out of sight but always there
is the sense of fear that fills the air;

Still scared of the dark after all these years,
Still scared to let go of my tears,
Scared to drop my hardened shell
that I've worn so long and kept so well.
Scared to let somebody in
afraid to let them close again.
Scared right to the very bone
of living all my life alone.
Scared to let somebody see
the scars I have all over me
from ones with whom I've shared my heart
and been betrayed and ripped apart.

Then the walls shoot up again
and I push down deep the hurt within.
But every time my heart gets tore
the walls are stronger than before.
Until I'm scared to even let
someone close to me, and yet
I long for someone to reach through my shell
to the little boy within myself.

Someone who will hold me near
to whom I can tell all my fears
of never being good enough
of never being strong and tough
of never having any friends
of scars, I fear, that never mend
of always being second best
of failing all of life's little tests.
And sometimes just to sit and stare
into my soul and truly care
about the peron I long to be
and the Little Boy inside of me...

Little Boyby ~matrix7

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

Another of my older poems that I decided to upload. This one is basically about my insecurities and inner fears growing up. I was 16 when I wrote this and a lot has changed but some of it is still the same (still dont particularly care for being alone in the dark for one). Just kidding...

~reapersrage Apr 20, 2003 Writer

This poem is great I really enjoyed reading it, I hope to write that well some day, hehe

--
Curiosity took over my body and before it became clear, I found my self walking in the strangers direction.
“Hello” I whispered in a peaceful tone.

-Carlos Franco, R.R

~dor Aug 29, 2001

hehe glad you knew what I meant ;) (Wink)

(I just noticed you are a Christian as I came across some of your Christian poems)

"Hard" path to walk on...
I've kinda fallen =( (Sad)

but your words are very inspirational...
Thanks

~matrix7 Aug 29, 2001 Hobbyist General Artist

..."go look at your wife or a tree or something!!!!!"...

That is gonna keep me chuckling all day now...heehee...thank you for the laugh! I will go find something to "look at" as you put it and be back up in no time ;) (Wink)

Don't wowwy, I am not gonna quit. (Elmer Fudd Voice)

*Goes into Rain Man bit*
Definitely not gonna quit, def-definitely not gonna quit. Uh oh...gotta go to K Mart..."
now THAT was a good movie....heh

***End of incessant rambling.***

~dor Aug 29, 2001

oh and the bad thing is I'm suppose to be working!!!!! not reading your stuff! hehe

anyways your poetry is true poetry
(though I'm no expert for sures)

this "has got" to be what true poetry is! =) (Smile)

~dor Aug 29, 2001

you're in a slump??? well go look at your wife or a tree or something!!!!! and get back to writing pleazzzzzzzzzz hehe

~matrix7 Aug 29, 2001 Hobbyist General Artist

Look at all my stuff eh? And the bad thing would be.......? Hee hee, just kidding. Thanks for the kind words! They are much appreciated, especially as I seem to have been in a writing slump lately. Oh well, I feel like it is gonna lift soon though, we'll see!

:::Matrix7:::

~dor Aug 29, 2001

Matrix I found it!! hehe
sorry, I don't know why your note came over to me alittle late, just rec'd it today =/
(but anyways it made me look at some of your other poems)
you write great emotion... =) (Smile)

now I have to go and look at ALL your stuff!!!! arghhhhhhhhhh

~umbilikal Aug 16, 2001 Writer

As much as I dislike rhyming poetry...your poem was far from trite. And most of the ones that rhyme seem trite to me. I can relate to your insecurities, but as it should be with you, I have gotten over them. This work is just a steady reminder of the fact that the person you need to understand best is yourself. Then one can decide to tackle relationships and life. I think I tried that the wrong was around a few times...lol.

°jsenn Aug 16, 2001

You write very well. You seem to be more sensitive than I expected after I read you questioning the-jafo's decision to personalize, by request, his WinAmp skin for me (Joy) "JSennAmp"

Fears are always with us. Some of the tender fears we experience as children follow us throughout our lives. Indelible might be a good word for those fears. Maturity brings new fears which may haunt the sleeplessness of our nighttimes with sorrow and regret. Ya just gotta rock along sometimes. (A famous line) "this too shall pass."
(¯`·.,¸¸,.·´
j♥y

`sanguru Aug 16, 2001 Hobbyist Writer

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I'm very envious of your rhyming skill. I can't do anything near that good. I like the ideas you have here, very nice. you portayed your emotions very well and got the points across quite clearly. Keep up the good work =]

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

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