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circumspect.i want to try you on for size
like a portrait you
buy to see if it matches
the mahogany of the wall.
i want to pull you over my head
and see if i like the way you look
on me.

i want to excavate a hole
into my chest
and see if you fit the way
i'd like you to.

i want to curl my rib cage
inwards and try to keep
the butterflies there;
but the weird thing about
butterflies
is that as soon as you
try to hold them in
they die.

i want to try you on for size,
hold you close and try
to love you,
but i don't know if i can-
and love has
a real messed up
return policy.

taken.i.
I know I am beautiful. My hair doesn't always fall into place and I have zits but I know my eyes are never dull. I have friends that I can trust even though I'm not the most popular girl around. I have a crush on a boy who likes another girl but that's okay, because I'll get over him.

ii.
I still watch Spongebob and my little brother teases me for it. I don't really care because usually I'm not watching it at all, I'm just using the time to rest my mind. My mother has given up on telling me to grow out of it.

iii.
Autumn has arrived and I am happy because that is my favourite season. There is something about the falling leaves that m

my eyes are swollensometimes i miss being a child,
when the hardest decision
was which crayon i wanted to use.
i would rather unintentionally bruised knees
over an intentionally bruised heart.

i was such a careful child.
i would spend my days drawing
chalk pictures on the sidewalk,
but tonight they are all saying
"no, you can't drive home, not like this"
but i always do, i always do.

i remember in my teenage years.
i would break into cars and homes
and my mother would just shake her head,
"what am i going to do with you!"
she always laughed it off
but right now, no one is laughing and
if she saw me now i don't think that
she

am i caught to every floor?suddenly there is a fake yellow light slashing its way through the backs of my eyes. my face had been turned all sideways to stare at the lonely blue-patterned wallpaper and everything feels icy and laced with chemicals that don't pierce through all the dirt, so it lies there, coating my arms and reflecting my eyes. stitching my gaze all around the room, i rest my careful eyes on the leaves of my life blowing in the wind, hidden there in the corners of everything. the leaves are dying, you know. dying, all blown around the edges and the green creeping out of their insides. my arms look sick yellow and i keep thinking that everything feels lik

starcrossedand we sailed

in sinking ships

on borrowed tides

'neath starless skies

[i wonder, love,
why we never made it home.]

laced boot ladyI was just seventeen
child of honeybees
I startled easily
before you found me

fed up on pretty things
you were a lovely dream
starved for actuality
I sought in you

I was a child-teen
loved by air, dust, and gleams
I bruised easily
you had your way with me

left me behind quickly
beyond repair
but you don't see
you were a light-feather
drowned in tar and severed
from a childhood of shadows

imagining lives living
full, happy, so lonely
I won't be tempered
for the flame's left me
and you had your way with me

I won't be swayed 'gain so completely
when you return to me,
I'll be a laced boot lady,
heart tucked carefully

my skin is breathingi am not as i seem;
sea-witches linger
deep within the oceans
of my eyes,

the pink line of my mouth
smooth with siren song.

mermaid waves creep
like rose-tangle down
my spine,
thorns jutting from the curls;
broken bends of gold.

lie; i was born this,
angel-skin glowing
in the twilight,
hellsong rattling from
the marrow of my bones.

beauty is vague;
the rope of my lashes is
so, and yet the whisper of
my soul is sharp and hollow:

my skin is breathing,
a melody light as fairies,
falling over torn wings.

dicey. i don't really even know
where i'm going with this life.

my shoulder bones are broken
and the old woman who brings
me bread has died. what do you
say to that?

the car keys keep dropping to
the asphalt and my snow globe
has hit a thunderstorm.

i wear my necklaces backwards
so the children behind me can
proclaim that the lady in front
is wearing diamonds. no, i'm
wearing memories.

the pond out back has frozen
and i walked onto it with the
caution i have obtained over
the years. i waltzed in the middle
until my arms started to ache
from hugging an invisible being.

what would you say if told you
i didn't miss you, i missed

shower stallHer eyes raced to rinse themselves

Of their pearly oyster shell of bone.

Their boiled egg bodies made free as she moans.

Spilling out their juice to quench her skin,

Racing away, fleeing where they have been.

Thoughts slithered their way through the tunnels of her mind

They moved back and forth through crowded and creeping vines

Heavy-laden eyelids will abide to their will

Following bouncing, echoing voices,

Like crickets, always singing, never still.

optimistic depression. i. when i see something i want more
than to be a bird, i go for it. i'll walk, not
fly to the destination, and make the most
of it. i live out my dreams.

ii. people tell me i'm absolutely stunning,
beautiful, and all that bull shit. but i don't
see it. i see something no one would call
breathtaking. i see a monster mirror reflection.

ii. i love watching the eyeliner and mascara
run down my face in globs of goop as i cry
a million crystal clear tears. if you'd see my
eyes after i burst into tears, they're like
a million dollars in the love bank.
tears are my obsession.

iv. my pens are dried from all the ink
being slapped

smother mei.

i want you to
             claw
apart my ribs and fracture
           all my bones
so maybe that way it won't hurt so much
       when you break what's underneath them.

ii.

i want you to
            shred
apart my spine and colour
             my blood crimson
so maybe that way it won't hurt so much
       when you le

thalassophobic.when i arose
with the sun-tinted curtain shifts
in my room, my jaw unlocked
from the rest of my body
like a missile from a submarine.

water flowed between
the cracks of my skin
in an new exodus from egypt.
starfish clung to my elbows,
sucking out all flexibility.
a piece of seaweed stretched
across my mouth like
your letters to my doorstep.

i couldn't breathebreathebreathe.
tentacles drifted from my eyes like the grain.
sea wasps charged towards me
like honey bees with their undulation cries.
they engulfed me, and
the only colour i could
see was black.

and then i tumbled
down into death's arms,
open wide from too

Same Heart, Different ChestThe silence in his arms
spoke all the words
between a thousand years
and yesterday.
He told me:
"You could not have forgotten my face."

I had.

I am spray painting black doves
on the bellies of his walls,
but his walls were made of paper.
They folded and withered
as paint kissed cardboard barriers;
sleep would have taken me
if invisible entities
didn't pry my eyes awake.

In return, he made the galaxies
churning in my lungs rearrange,
and sideswipe into my heart.

Sixty-four years is too long
for anyone to hold their breath.

gambler's fallacyone.
anxiety polarizes
a fear of being alone
with a fear of ruining what i have;
like king midas, except what i touch is gold already
and i make it dust.

two.
"hey--hey!
i don't like that look.
stay here."

his lips brush my forehead,
his fingertips, my hair.

he knows me better
than i am willing to know myself.

three.
your fingertips on my shoulderblades
speak in a language only you and i can understand.

i am who i have always wanted to be
when i get to hold your hand.

four.
i meet his parents in the dark
after six hours in a van
bleary-eyed and unprepared
just glad to be off the road.

his mother doesn't say anything: w

next thing we're touchingyou put the moon out with your cigarette as everything around you began to dim. you stirred the stars around as your body swayed against the porch lights, as you lifted the twenty-sixer to your lips.
you turned to me and said, "lets show this world what we're made of."

yes baby
lets fuckin' show them.

we had our first kiss right there.

-

honest to god,
i'm not colour-blind, i just see colourless colour
i'm not starry-eyed, i just reached out and tore the sky down the middle

-

i still remember the salt strewned in the air as we fucked on the shore. it was one of those days where there was a lulling silence, a silence so serene it w

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love like a cobweb caress

by ~tearsfadewithyou, Dec 21, 2010, 12:49:06 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

^{i think my medulla and cerebrum
became secret lovers and ran away
together, entwining in a butterflies
dance and working their way down
my ribcage until they could finally
slip out of their marrow-coated
prison bars.

they say medulla was as beautiful
as the greek constellations and
northern lights, with iridescent
fractured eyes and champagne
tinted locks that were kissed
by the stars themselves.

and cerebrum, oh cerebrum,
he was as handsome as a
forest fire, scalding eyes with
half moon pupils as erotic as
the volcano inflamed words
that slipped off of his tongue.

they fell in love with each others
scars rather than their hearts,
she was as beautiful on
the outside as she was broken
on the inside and he had
insides as burnt and charcoal
as the forests he left behind.

i wouldn't know of their
beauty, nor of the dance
my heart says she saw them
do as they ran away from
the locks and prison bars
inside my body.

they wanted to be free,
soar their wings and jump
off ten story high buildings
without any fear of falling,
but they always fell. everyone
always falls.

they'll return to me one
day, crawl back up my vertebrae
and slip back into their ribcage
bars, more broken and bruised
than ever before.

they'll have crushed wings
and broken halos after
learning no matter how hard
they try they won't ever be
as high as a bird.

i hope they rot from the inside
out soon, because without them
these bruises aren't looking like
poinsettias and flower petals anymore.

i'm starting to forget to remember
to breathe,

      and he's the only thing
        i can't seem to erase
               from my brain.}

love like a cobweb caressby ~tearsfadewithyou

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

^{sometimes i don't even know why i'm still breathing.

something new for you guys,
i'd love feedback on it, negative or positive. <3
i apologize for not posting something in quite some time,
writers block always seems to creep up on me.
don't be afraid to point out any spelling or grammar errors. <3

i'd like to know:
-after reading the last stanza, did you understand the concept of the medulla and cerebrum?
-do you think the title fits? or should it be changed? suggestions?
-what line gives the best visual/image?
-do you have a favorite line? if so, what is it and why?
(please, don't feel like you need to answer these)

*please, whatever you do, don't take my work and pass it off as your own. please, please, please. <3}

~Zandneo Jan 10, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

I thought...this was honestly kind of humorous.
(I laugh at funerals so, sorry ^-^)

This is really a beautiful poem, very creative and you have a lot of imagery going on here. The first stanza is great, pulls you into the poem at the very instant.

A title is a title, I feel it fits.
Even if one didn't, people would ponder about why it's named as it is, which is what I do all the time. I take maybe one similarity between lettuce and wanting to have sex with a prostitue, and I'll name my poem lettuce :]

"...scalding eyes with/half moon pupils..."
My favorite, because I feel that's a very powerful image!

Great job on this poem, keep up the good work!

~beautyinreview Jan 6, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

You create some extremely vivid images here. For example, "iridescent fractured eyes". Interesting concept and execution, it's really well done, but I'm confused about one line. "slip back into their ribcage bars" - I just can't seem to understand the intended meaning. I keep having an image of the brain crawling back inside the ribs and staying there, and perhaps it has something to do with the heart, but maybe you could help me out with it.

All in all, a wonderful piece.

~tearsfadewithyou Jan 7, 2011

^{of course, the intended meaning was in fact that after there long journey of breaking their halos they're confined to stay closest to my heart, they no longer have enough energy to work their way back up my body and after all the hurting they've gone through, i've come to the realization that i must always follow and listen to my heart.

i don't know if that explains it any better, my mind is much too complicated to try and explain my thoughts.}

~beautyinreview Jan 7, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

I thought it was something like that.

Obviously, poetry and literature are always open to multiple interpretations, but sometimes I like to know exactly what the author was thinking too.

*meldickinson Jan 1, 2011 Student Writer

loved this bit "they fell in love with each others
scars rather than their hearts"
great concept overall

~Alleyana Dec 29, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

I liked the entire concept. I was engrossed in the love story between them; the way you described them was breathtaking. And then, I think once you said it was your own brain ("inside my body")... it just lost some of it's magic for me (I'm really not sure why). Overall though, you have a beautiful piece here.

~tearsfadewithyou Dec 30, 2010

^{thank you so much for your input <3. i don't know how to quite describe it but, the fact that they were lovers inside my body was kind of suppose to represent how they were the lovers i wanted to be on the outside, but couldn't beside they were trapped. i don't quite know how to explain it, a brain like mine is so full of nonsense.

anyways, thank you so much regardless. <3}

~Alleyana Dec 30, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

it's not nonsense. it's awesome.

~londonrey Dec 28, 2010

the second stanza of this is beautiful, and the whole concept is lovely.

~hotdoghea2 Dec 28, 2010 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

This piece is magical, I love it

If I had to choose a favorite part, I think I really like it when you say:

"they wanted to be free,
soar their wings and jump
off ten story high buildings
without any fear of falling,
but they always fell.
everyone always falls."

Congrats on the Daily Literature Deviation, too!

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