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Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer

For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of

The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.

SpeakeasyI can feel you like a phantom,
sensation without touch,
like breath in winter
or a misty mountain morning
that stays with me
until the stars fall in evening.

Your eyes contain the secrets
your lips would dare to betray,
but your body tells the story
and I am trying
to read between the lines
of your paperback smiles.

A grazing touch, a covert glance,
the memories remain
as skin grows warm and red
beneath lying fingertips
that claim incidental contact
a thousand times a day.

Of course,
it's not the kind of thing we say
when we are speaking
without talking and feeling
without touching
and thinking without knowing...

all of the things

Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet

(you tell me to be
quiet,

dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)

tonight
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name

my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words

you tell me to be
quiet
so I can hear the world breathe)

I want to go home

Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.

We Can't Be Together.Every kiss you plant on my lips,
Takes a little bit of my soul away.

You're stealing the passion,
You're invading my heart,
And killing what emotion I've left untouched.
Stop this.
I can't love you.

I've tried to before,
Oh my god,
Have I tried.

Tried to unlock the doors to myself,
Tried to open up,
And let you in.
But as soon as I took one look,
Negativity took it's opportunity,
And struck the hot iron I'd been molding.

Every word you mutter
My knees falter under
You're killing me

You're my kryptonite
I'm your paradise
But in this odd peace that seems to be approaching
I can't find happiness.

We aren't meant to be together
But this

WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.

I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze

like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.

Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;

safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.

Poet as PainterThe world
Your dusty palette,
The pen
Your muddied paintbrush:

Dip into
The impossible
Colour
Of imagination

And stain
The pristine slate
With an
Image distilled.

Dry Spell I am immobilized by time.
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
fleeting,
evaporating
through the cracks of
my fingers and high

above my head.
I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
words,
silences,
or actions
could possibly satiate it.

I realize only now that it can never be filled:
all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
or stretched
so far
that it dissolves into non-being.
I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devo

BoyfriendI thought you were good.

You WERE good.

You played with my hair.

You held me when I cried.

You were a gentleman.

You made me laugh.

You kissed me.

You loved me.

I loved you.

It was then that I learned the truth.

The dirty, rotten, stinking truth.

About you!

You cheated.

You played with her hair.

You kissed her.

You loved her.

You made her laugh.

I saw you – don’t you dare deny it.

I saw you giving her that love.

That same love you gave me.

I break up with you.

You don’t even seem to care.

Did you ever love me at all?

Or was it only ever her?

Much later, you’ll realize what a mistake you made.

I

with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
and sleep-heavy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
optic nerves,
and here you are:
facing a choice between
on
and
out.
and this?
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
weightless ache--
this is what
gone
feels like.

You Don't Know ItYou don't know it, but you kept me sane
I nearly went over the edge
With a knife in one hand and a gun in the other
But you grabbed me
Pulled me back on my own two feet
Emptied my hands
And when you realized that I couldn't stand on my own
You hugged me
Like a mother would do for her child
Like a friend would do for, dare I say, another friend

You don't know it, but when you saved me
I felt free
I felt wanted
I felt needed
I felt, dare I say, loved

You don't know it, but when you showed me kindness
I fell in love
In love with your kindness
That same sweet kindness you saved me with
It felt like I found a new home
One that I could be, dare

untitledGold abundant at your feet,
Heart ripe and pumping on your sleeve,
And eternal admiration;
To say happiness has evaded you
Would be asylum-esque lunacy
For you have nothing to lose,
Fate is on your side,
The odds are in your favor infinitely
Do not waste the gift you’ve received

PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink

A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint

Pull Her Hair/Stare At The StarsThe ghosts have crashed their ship
on the other side of town,
you can see it from the second floor
all the way over here.
You can see the white clouds
rising from the wreck
and a nova of heat, a big bright
nova of warmth pulling the moths and wolves
out from the woods (with their noses up and searching).
You can smell the yearning like bees
leaving the hive, like the grizzly brown bears
on the jagged white mountains (concrete and imposing).
They call it fear,
but I see these ghosts
scrambling up into the sky
and I like to think it's
something different entirely.

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One True Love Gone WrongThere was always a promise of
true love: the cliche always goes that
everyone has someone out there for
them, they're "one true love" but I
often found myself asking what if
you mess up with the one?

does love come again or
are you meant to
be alone for
your mistake

it kept me awake
many nights
wondering

had i messed things up
beyond repair
with the only one
that matters?

maybe life grants us second chances
but what about third and fourth
sometimes fifth

so what happens to us
ill fated lovers who
got it wrong the first
time and now lost
our chance at love

well i'd imagine the
next best thing
is be

The Greatest Gamehoney in the red dress that
stops just above her knees and
folds perfectly against her curves
has got my attention

and i post up on the end of the
bar with her in my sights and
get ready for the hunt

the cross-hairs lock on and
my game is cocked and loaded
and ready to go

i approach her slow as to not
startle her or scare her away

finally i take aim and fire

direct hit

she goes with me back to my place
and i show her off like a trophy
and place her on my mantle
with the rest of my kill.

Mouthful Of Bad Intentionsi know i'm not half the man
that he is
and maybe i'm not as attractive
as he is
or maybe i don't have the body
that he does
but that never hindered my ability
to love you

and as the tide reaches in
and drags you out to sea
taking you away from me
into the hands of someone
else
i'm almost certain you've
given up

to see you in someone else
embrace
makes me sick to my stomach
and it pains me to watch
your lips on someone elses
and your hands around
someone else
and i know it's all so much
better than it was
with me

and i'll peer into the sun for hours
in hopes of bringing back the light
that you once gave me

he's

Give You My Alli feel as if lately i've been repeating
myself to you over and over
like we've been going through this
back-and-forth for far too long
one moment you're completely
all over me
and the next you can't stand me

the whole world must be laughing
at me

well all i'd like is
a little clarity
once in a while

just once
i'd like the
roles to be
reversed

maybe then you'd
understand just how
much this means
to me

your pretty little smile
and that twist of your hair
you do with your fingers
when you flash that great
big pearly grin my way
and i fall right back into the
deep end.

and it's hard to think of things
that mean mor

A Complaint From Tear DuctsMy tear ducts started cursing
me for being so excessive and I
tried explaining to them that it
wasn't my fault, but they didn't
want to hear it.

You're No Angel MaybeThere was some inherent desire
deep within me immediately when you
crossed my line of vision.

Love at first sight?

I don't know what the reason was
but the fact remained that I couldn't
stop thinking about you.

So I laid awake at night and stared
at the ceiling for hours with visions of
your beautiful curves dancing through
my mind.

I envisioned sculpting your figure
into clay bricks, in attempts to capture
the perfect symmetry of your body -
and failing miserably, because I was
never much of an artist - just the
pursuit of capturing perfection seemed
appealing to me.

I waited a while before I approached you,
tried gettin

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Something About You

by *royalocean, Sep 10, 2009, 1:00:36 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

_{So I'm not quite sure just
exactly what it is about you
that makes you so enticing,

You've got this way about you;
the way you walk and
the way you talk
it strips me of my ability
to simply resist}

^{And so I do my best to
impress you
and
undress you

But despite my best attempts
you evade me
so elegantly}

_{Maybe I swag off when
I'm talking to you
and I talk
a big game
and I
shoot game
and you're
just too good for that,

Well I may tilt my hat
differently
when you come
around

And I may walk
with a lean
and my steez
may change}

^{But it's all just to show you;
in hopes of just
having you

I can't help but
show up
all the boys
and show off
all my toys

just to have you on my arm}

Something About Youby *royalocean

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Dubstep inspires some crazy shit in me.

Written while listening to Do You@ Free Land -Panty Raid Music / Ooah

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!airlux27 Sep 10, 2009

This poem describes "you" as I read it i think!!! Good writing....!

*royalocean Sep 10, 2009 Professional Writer

Thank you!

!airlux27 Sep 10, 2009

Thank YOU, I'm new....!

!airlux27 Sep 10, 2009

This poem describes "you" as I read it i think!!! Good writing....!

~Melkyrion Sep 10, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

you know, this is a really good poem. u ever tried going out somewhere where there is no roads or any human things in sight and sit on a hill just looking out? u should try it, ive gotten alot of inspiration from doing so at times

*royalocean Sep 10, 2009 Professional Writer

Oh I know, nature is always the great inspirer(I wish that was a word!). I've drawn a lot of inspiration from being secluded away from everything. It's always so quiet, I love it.

~Melkyrion Sep 10, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

well if u do a google map search for 9446 Grov, you should find the secluded place i originally came from

much more *inthebush* you wont rly find

!Lindzgal Sep 10, 2009 Writer

you've got some great poetry in here.

this ones cool...keep on writing!! You are good at it!

Linda
ps thanks for faving my "A Way with Words"

*royalocean Sep 10, 2009 Professional Writer

Thanks a ton, it is very much appreciated!

You're very welcome, it was a wonderful piece that I rather enjoyed.

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