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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.

the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.

i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;

i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)

and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
elsewhere.
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
leav

He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.

The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.

But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a

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

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.

SurelyIt was raining
when we kissed for the first time,
for the last time.

Thin rivulets
sunk into the shrunken space
between our bodies
and divided us
like nothing could before,
like everything will
from now
until that never again
when we will
see each other once more,
no more.

Your eyes were
that bewitching shade
of dull brown blue
with all of the light darkness
whirling
in a placid pond
around a pupil
overflowing with vacancy,
and me
and my frowning smile.

The winter heat
fell like a rising tide
and,
for our every breath
was another death
so black and full of life --
embracing our boiled ice skin
as we drew apart,
came together and broke free

Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,
their dreams condemned to ashes,
and our restless bodies stretch,
for forgiveness, for direction –

survivors of the abyss,
amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –
so many dead, so many maimed,

how many graves are we standing on, today?

Life, Death And A Pork Chop SandwichAll tangled up, hard to breathe
This steel cloud day that swirls
With heat and pounding hammers
I shake in my boots and cough up
Blood, rust and damaged flesh
Waiting for the second coming
Maybe next time around there'll be
Some chance for more than this

A twisted barbed wire halo
Wrapped tight around my skull
Blinding white light aura
Swarming with flies I'm flying
To pieces, thousands of shards
Cannot be brought back together
But I will remember the summer
Of my first Chevrolet in each bit

Gleaming bits of glass in the desert
Each reflecting a different moment
Still, now, enduring until the waves
Of a new ocean sweep them away
No pain

SisterSister

A sister is like a soul mate;
Someone who is always there
to guide me through fate.

A sister is,
a part of childhood that I cannot erase;
A sister like you,
is one that I would never replace
because you always know how to
put a smile on my face.

I know I can depend on you
to always be there for me;
This is one hundred percent guaranteed!

I've had great memories with you
in the past;
and I hope there are many more
to come,
in the future.

Pretty little things called words and dustif you weren't a hypocrite,
you'd be wrapped in the sweetest
perfumes
(learning
how to engulf the ocean
with your lungs
and think of how to cup it
in your hands
despite
your broken prayers and
still be beautiful)

dance with the gypsies
'till noon
(a quake in
your hips like the thrust
of continents
and the faultlines
emanating from
your spine,
but still
so, so graceful)

sing with the nymphs
in tune
(your voice,
it's growing old,
raspy even.
your throat's burning dry
like a monsoon
faltering in a desert,

and tones
still octaves
powerful)

be nestled in a king's arms
soon
(oh, you precious
little thing.
how

Lost In ConfusionMy mind is spinning without a rest
emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?

The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.
I don't understand, what is going on...

Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A rollercoaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this ?

I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noisies echo in my min

A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.

Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.

Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!

I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

Why meI wanted sleep very badly
I tried my hardest to rest
I closed my eyes and laid there
But sleep didn’t come easy
I would doze off
And wake back up
Again
Why me? When I know I have to be up at 3 AM.

DangerousMermaids; they seduce you then hold you under
Vampires; will kiss your lifeblood away
Mages, will turn your own mind against you
While trolls will hunt you down if you stay
Run through the woods, don’t stop for nothing
Monsters wait with jaws opened wide
Ignore that pretty elf, who’s probably plotting something dark
For she will torture you once she’s lured you inside
Orcs; will have a craving for your flesh
While dwarves are just prejudiced against your height
Dragons are very skilled when it comes to fire
While faeries will torment you throughout the night
So run little weakling, don’t stop now
The faery realm has go

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having sex
with a girl, there's

No romance involved
and I've never been
mistaken for
chivalrous

I'm a pig, and
oink oink dear

But let's not pretend
you didn't know
what you got yourself into

So let's hold hands and
act as if there's
romance in one-night
stands

Denial, delusion
I guess it doesn't
matter

Either way, baby
you've got
another thing coming
if you think this is about love

There's no love involved
it's pure lust
an inherent need to
go through as
many women as possible

Unfortunately you
had to just be another
notch in the belt.

Force My HandIt's been quite some time
since I last heard your voice
or tasted your smell

and I've got to say
I'm starting to miss you

Or maybe miss the things
about you, you know
the things that drew me
in to begin with

     but I've grown weary
     having to fight to keep
     you around when the
     feelings aren't returned

There's only so much I can
give before I have nothing
left, and I reached that
point a long time ago

and now I'm just
running on empty

But we always pull
through in the end
don't we darling

And when you've g

Set It Ablaze
i was sick and tired of feeling
without reciprocation, of giving everything
i've got and ending up with nothing in return

so i packaged up all of my feelings
for you in a neat little box and set
it on the side of the road

i drove as far away from them
as i could in hopes of
escaping this hold on me
you've got

but that wasn't enough
so i returned to that same
spot in the road
where i had left the box
and i took a set of matches
and gasoline
and i lit it on fire

hoping to burn you out

every issue encountered, i'd just
set it on fire.

Together We AwaitMaybe you weren't the girl I imagined you to be. If I painted you inaccurately, you never corrected me. This fantasy of the perfect girl I engendered seemed to be pretty fitting when you walked into my life. And you never bothered to tell me you weren't as remarkable as I dreamed you were.

And maybe that's all I was doing, dreaming. You halted the machine, as rust built and gears stopped grinding, you broke me down. There isn't a moment I regret, or would do differently. I'd take nothing back, if given the chance. I'd only wish that the trust wasn't broken and tears weren't shed. But the machine wasn't built for time, and there's no going ba

Just That Guywell i'm a son of a bitch
an asshole
a dick
a jerk
a player

i've heard it all
and i've been called
every name in the book

believe me honey
this is nothing
new

if you thought i was
different
let me be the first
to tell you i'm not
and we never are

any guy you think
isn't like the others
most likely
is just like them

i invest little emotion
into women
and certainly
little effort

i guess my charm
comes natural
or something like that

and i can be eloquent
when it matters
and serious
when the time
allows

i guess i've just
got a way with
women
that most men
only
dream
of having

so does that make
me good
or

Look Too Hardi guess it's time to surrender
though i've never been the
type to throw in the towel

i'll just give it all up
my pride
my dignity
my ego

in hopes it would
make you think twice
about leaving

i don't know why it
wasn't enough
when i gave you
everything

but it's irrelevant
to think about
the past

the future is what
matters and i
hope it includes
you

if i told you i'd be a better man
the one you wanted
and deserved
would you stay a little longer

the state i'm in isn't
suitable for even the most
hulking of men

i've lost my way, and this
precious beating i
hold between my hands
and rests upon my sleeve
is just so

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You Didn't Take Your Meds

by *royalocean, Mar 5, 2010, 10:36:10 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

_{it took every
ounce of me to
figure out
why you
left so
abruptly

turn back the hands
reset the dial
the sun is just
too bright to die
and now i throw
it away
in hopes of some day
finding that
the means do
justify the ends

if i can't hold onto you
even if only for tonight
then nothing is even
worth it

consider me a thief
for stealing your heart
and placing it somewhere
that only i'd recall

tell me something baby
did it mean so much to you
that you had to lock it away
and keep me out

tell me something baby
did it mean so little to you
that you had to throw it
all away

i'm just so sick
of this back and forth
i try not to

picture your face
anymore

the sound of your
voice

or the smell of
your hair

maybe you just
drank too much
and ruined the night

well what else is new
when everything relates to you
its always about
you having
one too many drinks

i fear i can't
believe a word
you say
anymore

sit back and
enjoy the show
take your cue
upon command

i feel that this
is going to
become quite
the dramatic
opera

this operatic display
so expertly orchestrated
has left us

alone}

You Didn't Take Your Medsby *royalocean

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Obviously not possibly you didn't take your meds.

~jessicaconk May 25, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

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*royalocean May 27, 2010 Professional Writer

Thanks!!

~XsquirrelXhaterX Mar 17, 2010

i've been meaning to ask you this for some time now. how do you make the letter font so small? do you use a code or something (like < i > for italic or < b > for bold) ?

*royalocean Mar 17, 2010 Professional Writer

< s u b > < / s u b > or < s u p > < / s u p >

~XsquirrelXhaterX Mar 18, 2010

^thank _you

~Ritsukasa Mar 6, 2010

I really like it! But that line in your comments is very familiar and I don't know why...^_^'

*royalocean Mar 6, 2010 Professional Writer

It's a line from a Dance Gavin Dance song!

~Ritsukasa Mar 15, 2010

Ah, I see...I don't understand, but I see....I shall have to investigate...

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