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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

we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.

I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way

(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not

the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding

we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
I&rsquo

Onceyour beauty lies restless behind those
hills, where you fought valiantly. and
the man you once were was brave and kind,
but now you are possessed by a passenger
of darkness, whispering words of your
loneliness.

the man you once were is forgotten, and
the man you are today, is only a ghost, a
shadow, of what you were before.

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?

FossilizedLiving proof of fossils alive,
and no horseshoe-crab am I.

Nor, inhabitable harsh compression of plates,
residing under humid marsh-scapes.

I mold into the walls, as chalky old coal.
But I am no mineral, no era.
I am not, Mesozoic.

Through the ages
Iron
Bronze
silver, gold and heroic.

I remain a still-life; and no Iduna's apples would retain my youth
No magic fountains, or time devices, or wrist watches.
I am the machine of time.
The watcher, omnipotent, the wise.

But

no God am I

Somewhere, sweet tangy sap trolleys down cracked bark.
Somewhere, celestial bodies erupt unseen.
Somewhere, a abrupt breeze blows overturned bi-cycle tire

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.

bookworm“there is no such thing
as reading too much.”
that is what I tell you
when you insist

that there is some danger of
becoming lost in the stuff—
mistaking seriphs for serpents,

swallowing a story so whole
that its hook
sticks in my throat.

“there is no such thing
as reading too much”
I tell you, boldfaced,
surrounded by snakes
with a line through my lip.

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

HorsepowerHorsepower

There’s a knife turnin in my soft parts
And heat burnin my mind on hard starts
The motors runnin but I lost the wheel
Just want it to be numb don’t wanna feel
Take two steps back and put it in park
Before I leave scarred up black marks
I need a u-turn on this highway
But can’t go back on the by-way
So look ahead, the pavement goes on
Break the rear-view mirror it’s gone
Contemplate
Reiterate
Put it in drive
And say goodbye
Let’s see how fast this bitch can fly

-Cygam7

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.

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

Here and There, Now and ThenBurnt umber dawn, swaying electric trees
Thousands of souls chant in the summer wind
Journals of the dead are read by schoolchildren
They awake shaking someone else's dreams from their heads

Static electricity on the nape of your neck
In the television, on your phone, in your dinner
The calling of a murder of crows from the trees
You remember the view from the hospital room window

A smorgasbord of life and limb, death and decay
The antiseptic smell has an undercoating of rot and dirt
Talismans won't work any more than prayers and candles
Soldiers still fight lost wars, glory in the faded night

Tall fences are built to keep the worlds separ

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

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a riddleI am every where
and I am no where
all speak to me but only in wispers
but few hear me speak back
I can not be contain
I can not be controled
I can not be tamed
I am dosile
But my wrath leaves
death and distruction where ever I go

what am I?

no of title yetwhere am I going
where have I gone
do I have a home
how long have I been gone

I am a lost soul
with no memory
going down a forgoten road
to a forgoten destiny

I remember some
in my nightmares and dreams
it is driving my crazey
tearing me at my seams

I want to remember
my days long past
I am looking for them
trying to find them fist

I search and search
heading to the new dawn
but tryinng to remember
the days long gone

it has been many years
since I found my memory
since I remebered the road
and remebered my destiny

and all I have learned
on this road well trodden
is no matter if you remeber
somethings are better

out side looking into others
my eyes are the windows of my soul
but to me
they are the windows of the world

always on the outside
always looking in
not knowing how to join
not knowing where to begin

it is my greatest strength
and yet my greatest sin
always on the outside
always looking in

standing on the ledge
looking at the others side
but never jumping over
life's great devide

I try to stand my ground
but I am not sure where I stand
never taking sides
for that I am damed

all the people moving on
but I am standing still
never lerning how to live
never knowing that thrill

every one is staring at the sun rise
while I am stare at the su

returnhow can one return
to where they used to be
how can they stop running
and face their destiny

I can not go back
they would not know me
I can not return
I am not who I used to be

what once was soft
now hard as stone
who once stood among many
now stands alone

what was once black and white
now is shades of grey
what could be easely told
now is hard to say

but I must return
although it is hard to start
it must be done
for the sake of my mind and heart

now I am going back
but not as I use to be
that was a mask I wore
now I am going as the one true me

I wounderI sit here all my peers I can see
I can't help but think
of all those that have become before
and the many that will come after me

will they see their dreams come true
will their future be what they want it to be
will they find happines
will they find their destiny

I know that is what I wished
but it was not ment to be
it seems that fate has something
different in store for me

what it is I know not
but it is my fate
to follow the path before me
to chance to turn back came to late

I hope that those
that follow after me
will not share this fate
that we will not share this destiny

now my name is called
and I step foward
my

howhow can you ask me questions
that even I don't know the answers to
how can you ask to understand
when I don't understand to.

how can you ask me questions about my heart
when I am still trying to comprehend
how can you ask me to choose a side
when I don't know where I stand

how can you ask me problems
that I can not seem to get
or give me pieces to a puzzle
that just don't seem to fit

how can you try to understand me
when I don't understand my self
how can you put me in the stoplight
when I just want to sit of the shelf

these are the things you ask me
and the answers I want to give
but I remain silent
my mind never letting

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broken wing

by ~Quicksilver1, Feb 29, 2008, 8:22:12 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

the start to cry
when they hear her sing
the little angel
with a broken wing

she wears loose cloths
to hide the bruise
but when she sings
her dreams burst loose

oh little angel
with a broken wing
let loose your voice
for you fly when you sing

you heart of purest white
web to a man with a heart
of blackest night
oh what a sorrowful sight

yet still you fly
and still you sing
little angel
with a broken wing

oh little angel
with a broken wing
let loose your voice
for you fly when you sing

the world has not been kind
you feel hatred's sting
and still you fly
and still you sing

now benith an angel
of alibaster stone
your true self released
your light doth shown

oh little angel
with a broken wing
let loose your voice
for you fly when you sing

oh now when the people
hear your voice they cry
oh little angel with a broken wing
let loose your voice for when you sing
you fly

broken wingby ~Quicksilver1

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

©2008-2013 ~Quicksilver1

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~Velvet64 Apr 4, 2008 Hobbyist Writer

When I read this, I could just imagine someone singing it.
Flowing all together, this is wonderfull.
Love it!.

deffently a

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~Quicksilver1 Apr 5, 2008

thank

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~ice-deathrunes Mar 18, 2008 Professional General Artist

wow. it sounds like one of those tragic relationship songs. it's nice though.

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~Quicksilver1 Mar 23, 2008

thanks.

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