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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

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.

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

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

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.

nightmarethe foxes are at your bedside and singing--
feversongs,
songs of boiling thoughts
and broken muscles.
their lullabyes.
they sneak so quiet, and
somehow,
you can't quite
dream
anymore.

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

Seaside HolidayI am content
to stay
a caterpillar

Who says
you have
to change?

What's so great
about being
a butterfly?

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Dark shrouds unfold, quietly veiling
drowsy world of emerging shadows.
and lights awaken in the trees, glowing
with thin cold incandescence.
silent ghosts flit by, softly hinting
their presence with flutter of invisible wings.
Then frogs laugh happily beside gurgling pools,
telling the joys of cool mud, and water, and night-smells.
a sigh of relief, for respite at last,
from chaotic heat of a glorious day.
Silvery eye peeps from jagged tear
in thick purple smoke of heavy cloud.
and sleepy owls blink, waking abruptly
as wet leaves glisten beneath spreading moon-shine.
Dry grasses rustle, as ti

Transcend-Transcend
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I hear your voice
calling to me through
the cries of wild swans on the wing
whirr of feathers rushing
through moon-silent evening.
your hands
in the caress of soft breezes
tiptoeing across mirror surface of satin depths
as down below silver lights
flicker past, and smooth stones
lie dreaming.

I see your face
shadowed within the petals of
white narcissi,
and you are
all around me, in the whisper
of a million grasses, speaking softly
through the rich tints of summer flowers
and the swirls of autumn leaves.

Sweet voices of you, harmonising
in burst of magic melody
crystalline notes resounding

Ode to an -S-Ode to an 'S'
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Snaking sinuous symmetry slipping
through sea of sedate forms--
sibilant syllable easing seductively
past moist swell of satiny lips.
Soft consonants swooping off
smooth tongue persua
Sively; suave sentences pre
Senting appearance of outward seeming.

Words swaying past with whi
Sper of soft shantung, and
similitude of sound carries
hint of teasing sarcasm?

What a versatile letter humble 's' can be--
what a swarm of diverse sounds can be formed from thee!
Sipping sweet ambrosia beneath spread of shimmering sky--
hissing shrill salvos of sound among crowds of shivering serva

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masses irresistibly attracting
squeezing seething condensing
swollen with anger too
long subdued swirling
swelling swooping
like black portents before silenced sun.

huddling close pulsating
throbbing with power hitherto
hidden; growling grumble emanating
from engorged threatening belly/

atmosphere quivering charging
transmitting impulses humming
through chaos of assorted atoms/
waiting watching expecting
thought frozen; movement hesitating
moment of awakening is coming.

spear ripping sky with searing
white wound; and
pelting whipping slashing stabbing
daggers darting dow

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faded moments linger
you remember? we went that day
back to the old house.
we walked
through sere fields
wind swept sorrowing through wilted stalks.

you heard? echoes whispering
of a time when the world was new.
see the withered weeds?
east wind bends them to its will.
you picked golden daisies there
I wore them in my hair.

flickering shadows stealing
beneath tired grey leaves
two chairs holding silent
shadows of yesterday.

side gate swung shut
the first flaming leaf fell
on your shoulder.

past and gone.

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April 2002

shadows on shingleshadows on shingle

sea shouting
reminds me of skipping stones
tripping daintily
on waves wearing
white foam-webs

oh you remember
swing swaying
?
under silvery crescent showering
folds of white silken rain?
and our
scuffed shoes
tracing
sandy swathes
through
serene serendipity?

relive the
melted memories?
the white
flowers floating?
away in the
dimpled darkness?

laughing
in the
molten moonlight
you
cast a
shimmering shadow

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fallen ashes

by `volantis, Jun 15, 2002, 9:21:39 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

fallen ashes
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I will
lie awake, alone
while miles of moonlit ocean
lap peacefully at distant shores; separating
us, and
you are lost in quiescent dreaming.

I will
cherish worthless keepsakes
sediment
on the beach of time, made precious
by remembered moments
quiet insignificant conversations
which you
let fall by the wayside, as you
swept along with life's blithe current
leaving me behind.

And I will
think of you,
silhouetted in sunlit morning,
smiling
dark shadows at your feet, creeping
higher to consume this memory.
and a swift tattoo accompaniment, rapping
out this harsh reality
that you
have forgotten me.

will I?

________________________________________ ___
volantis, June 2002

fallen ashesby `volantis

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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The poet volantis begins by writing, "I will" and ends with "will I? in this wonderful poem, "fallen ashes"? In between are words like, "moonlit ocean lap peacefully at distant shores; separating us..." volantis' poetry will always caress and sometimes knead the emotions. Although this poem is one of longing and regret, it also, as does all of his poetry, contain tremendous beauty. (Selected by +jsenn) ( Featured by °jsenn )

~vivzy May 8, 2004

love the phrases you used there!

~goofyromantic Jun 13, 2003

Favorite.

~sabriel Mar 3, 2003

That was touching. There was a great deal of good imagery....I must compliment your great skill.

~roses Sep 23, 2002

*quietly holds back tears*

That was simple beautiful.... eloquently written....
and filled with such emotion that my own poems can't even come close to capturing....

Wonderful....

~tseia Sep 19, 2002

This is a great poem, some great phrases in there. I especially like "made precious by remembered moments
quiet insignificant conversations
which you
let fall by the wayside" - very true, I think. Well written +fav

!jaysin Sep 19, 2002

definitely love the second stanza...
great poem, wonderful words

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~summerdies Aug 10, 2002 Writer

Wow...I love the metaphors and the way they enhance the already liquid flow. Awash with melancholy images which are vivid in both there beauty and depth of emotion.

"I will
cherish worthless keepsakes
sediment
on the beach of time, made precious
by remembered moments
quiet insignificant conversations
which you
let fall by the wayside, as you
swept along with life's blithe current
leaving me behind."

Beautiful!

°euphoria Jul 13, 2002

Welcome to my artistwatch. Your work touches my heart.

~sgawevad Jul 5, 2002

Another very solid piece...you certainly have a way of capturing the reader...your poetry ends leaving me wanting...so on to the next post in your gallery! (I'm having so much fun...hmm..."fun" is such a surface word....I need a deeper descriptor...).

~technodepth Jun 16, 2002

great stuff.

love the way this is written.....it really moves in a powerful way.

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