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Scratcheswe're dancing in that narrow expanse where the only sound
is the contraction of a writhing unwilling heart;
we're finding our way back to the surface through
layers like paper ceilings and puppet strings

and we're tied out by our own shortcomings- snaked
like a noose, fangs nip at our heels and

we've lost control,  and we've lost direction
and we've lost ourselves in the people that mean
nothing. we curl up like a tapeworm deep inside
esophagus' and promise we'll never leave
(oh please promise me you'll share my heart
when the anemic night comes)

leaden feet and feather eyes, I can't see what
you mean but I found an answer betw
I take you inYour hip bones stand like shrines that could hold forever
A candle in their shadow to illuminate pleading eyes
Plant the seed in my chest and let it crown in my throat
Blossoms of desperate breaths and blithe carnality
evergreenUnder the cedar boughs forming scars against the sky
I found them:  brilliant, ghost-like, humble creatures
Timid like the greying clouds fearful of weeping
Drinking from a hollow in the evergreen

They scattered as they saw me
Leaving a lone shade lying decimated in the earthly compost
Fading like sand pulled flat by the tide
I knew this was how they would come to their end

The waning gibbous cannot guide them home
As there is no return for those forgotten
So they rest and worship the dark crescent cup until she fills again
Thirsting for the stagnant puddles of the evergreen
they can't be takentheir bleach skin caught my eye
albino white against the wild
hair like bright sky electric in the briars

haloed sister gods shot down like fawn
TransientThe once sanguine walls—
         broken and collapsed into wings
—have become grey, pinned still, within a desolate birdcage.

Migratory birdsong hatched from our birth place, from
scuff marks and peeled paint, where cross-legged lovers once sat,
where lips fed souls, and fingers clasped time tightly.

Time escaped on the winds we breathed;
its cold chill upon our cheeks,
our eyes closed to the changing seasons.

But lights shine through to eyes pressed closed,
and hearts know what we wish they didn't.

I carved your name along my rib, an epitaph,
and whispered safe journeys to you, weeping
your departure from winter gr
lungs in the freezeri stay by myself in the perfection of solitude,
the soundless-ness of being in the world without
another soul to penetrate that thin blanket
of lonely peace--
if only life could be like this,
like the mind of this dream
piercing us through and through.

in my lonely fever i shiver,
wishing for another possible sack
of flesh to warm my own,
but then i remember
flesh speaks and thinks and hates
so naturally i leave it.
i leave it all.

the pains of breathing and living
drown me with their potency
but i reject them with cold fevers
and the impersonal sort of bliss that
follows you in the evenings until morning
flashe
like kissing caffeinehe drinks me in like a creamy mocha--
double shot chocolate,
making love to sugar.
his eyes on my thighs,
& lips on my hips:
my heart dancing & pounding in
iambic pentameter.
a smile,
full
of devilish love,
the picture perfect poet's dream:
a soft, swirled, murmuring blend of
sweet & spicy & bitter & sour.
every breath of his
a windfall of words go off in my head
that i don't even understand.
beautiful eyes that in me
surmise no surprise
--green like unfallen snow--
each whisper of a feeling in them
like a caressing fingertip up your spine,
i shiver & laugh
'cause
he's all mine.
takingwild sea-scented boy,
when it's time to
use the razor
i will cry and i might
leave dark-moon bruises
on your biceps
but i won't
blame you,

i won't. instead,
i will remember
primitive indigo dawns
with naked lamplight
light on half your face,
fire in your eyes,  
me trapped between
your hands firm on the sides of my head,
i will remember cathartic silences,
your gaze leaking into my tear ducts,
my waist
my ribcage
my sadness  
that you taste away,
the pulse of your vitals
against mine, lips raw with
sincerity,
and i will remember  
our skins our touch
the energy flowing thr
in vain
i try ( with a desperate smile )
to lay the memory of you down,
to place it behind me
  with the dregs of life and
  with the dangers of love and
  with the debris in the dust.

i try ( with claustrophobic heartbeats )
to explain why you're no good,
to throw you out of my existence
  and forget your name
  and forget your lips
  and forget your face

i try ( with your picture in fragments
littering the ground behind my footsteps )
to leave this town and this boy behind
  to carve a new name
  to create another life
  to choose for myself

but although i try so hard
it is all in vain
aphroditeclambering lips tumble over each other like
little deer stumbling into the headlights, where
blushing cupid's bows snap shut at the slightest
whisper of a touch; as summer's broken blossom
whistles into moss, suicidal and free-falling at a
twist of the wind, dripping through honeyed-hands and
trickling down wrists. words nuzzle breath, the air
staved of acoustics that choreograph faces closer; watching as
quivering eyes thrust new-born hope, where
restless hearts knock beneath a web of ribs,
screaming silently as bodies are poured into the
stitches of aphrodite's venomo(us) fly-trap.
nervosa.i.

i was six years old the night my mother crept into my room, spread a second quilt on top of me, and began to quietly brush the hair of my barbies. she laid down on the cold wooden floor, one ear down - as if she could hear the small specks of dust moving across the downstairs hardwood.

"we're moving to waterford," she said, staring fondly at my lovingly-kept pocahontas doll. i hadn't seen her swipe it, and she played with the silky ends of the doll's purple-sewn hair in silence.

"i don't want to go," i told her, bleary-eyed and whining, "who wants to live in a place named after water? don't they have anything exciting to name it after?"
MoiraShe wears
an atlas on
her effervescent skin
so strangers know she holds
the world
alone.

Tattoos
adorn her like
ornamental clues to
her existence - decorated
goddess.

She is
enlightenment;
pure radiance exudes
from fleshed stained with the careless sins
of man.

Child
of innocence
and dirt, no stranger to
the unrelenting flame of life
unlived.

She wears
a map of roads
and cities, even star-
charts; they call her Destiny
and Fate.
collide with meO, virgin ghost
collide with me
my eye is open, I am your target
I am
take me to your home, I take you into me
your cathedral is my spine
you are the lighthouse in my ashen ocean
black from my mind, turn on your light
I beg to lap you up like new milk
In a Foreign TongueI tell you lies when I want
to sing you love songs,
and these ancient spider-words
crawl out of my mouth and become
butterflies in your ears.

You say all the right things,
and I can't think of anything
to say, except
for the words that I have said
so often before, but have never felt
right in my mouth, not as right
as your tongue or sweet tea,
but I practice them every night,
and I wonder if you can feel my jaw
move against
your sleeping skin.

One day I'll learn
the words to a love song
and sing them just for you,
and they will sound wonderful and right and
it won't be a question anymore,
it will be the answer.

It
cage, burn, I do not knowRest your wicker head, baby
But don't catch fire in my arms
If the moon falls apart, catch its pieces
And I'll read them to you like fortunes or luck
Your skin opens up and I capture what's inside
I know not to look, like a child sweating shame
Is it my fault that my hands are the gentle cuts
That unlock this cage?

I cannot weave into you
Your beadwork is enchanting
And I drown
In you, there are pages I cannot turn
And at my touch, I'm afraid they will only burn
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cavernousCarving a hole in his chest
The house he'll hold his hibernation
Thick clouds pillar his vision
And he sleeps
I can harmThe beast in the forest
Touched his teeth to my skin
And I ran from the swing set
My cousin and I were playing on
We were too loud
And he watched us
Until my eyes fell upon him
He was at me
And I knew it was over

I remember finding slugs under stones and wood
I remember plants curling at my young touch
Do I make your skin crawl, too?
I am someone else's mistake
Don't let me be yours
We were tied by our fingers
But I couldn't reach you

When I hid and my words fled
I thought you would find me
Buried in my colorblind fear
My lost reasons
My cliff dive
Into black waters, I hope are sharp
With grey hands
To catch me with a c
will not wakeMy sad, tired eyes
And lips ran dry
Like failed thunderstorms

Static on my fingertips
And so much fear
The shock will not wake me up
freeHer cut lip was leaving a trail
Through the early woods
The cracking leaves left stained autumn
And birds' nests emptied of their predators
Snakes keep homes in the canopy
But some of us are afraid to climb
curious hazeFox carcass, yipping skull facing south
On the turn-around, half circle like a pill
We swallow the clouded night full
As stars snatch quick looks
At our curious haze
deepYou never brushed your lips
Against my ear
To whisper something raw
Or something to make me smile

I wasn't able to listen
And dams break, babe
No more fires, just deep forests
Burning in deep rot

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Cartographers cannot trace your ever-changing landscape
So I hike through your caverns pathless and unafraid
You are the siren boy with a head like waves
Thrashing about and yet you still allow
My meek little figure to lap at your ear
And slowly crawl in like a curious why

Thunderheads roar in your skies, calling me home
I venture through your woods of crystal and smoke
To find you singing me forward on storm etched stones

I spend years at the beach fumbling with rope, to build a steady craft
That will reach your throne
I bow at your feet, but you wear terror like a crown
My hands lick up your thighs and into your mind
As I crash through the earth and into your bed
I am but a map maker lost in your head
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I'm not very good with prompts
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=SilverInkblot Dec 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hello! Just a note to let you know I've featured this piece in my journal: [link] :)
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~Is-lnds Dec 16, 2012
storm etched stones.

these three stanzas are gorgeous.
rhyme at the last two lines - its a
clean way to end this.

are you always that modest?


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~anotherforestfire Dec 17, 2012
thank you, thank you

haha I don't try to be
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*0hgravity Oct 31, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
lovely opening lines. I like the concept in this.
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~anotherforestfire Nov 2, 2012
thanks so much!
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=HillsOfMyst Oct 30, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
you have been featured here :)
i'd really appreciate it if you could give some love to the other features and :+fav: the journal! :heart:
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~anotherforestfire Nov 2, 2012
thank you! I definitely will
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~ContagiousPixie Aug 23, 2012  Student Photographer
Oh no! I'm so sorry, that's terrible! My only thought was maybe they thought it was slightly too sexual?
Because other than that there's no way they couldn't have accepted it! But please try again for winter's
theme when they start accepting Sept. 1st. I'll be trying to create something for "dreams" as well.
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~anotherforestfire Aug 23, 2012
Oh it's fine, hmm I guess that's possible. But I plan on submitting again, maybe more than one. No clue what I'm going to do it about, though
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~ContagiousPixie Aug 28, 2012  Student Photographer
:\ Good luck next time then.
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