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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.

the boy with a sun for a heartI speak in tongues because I cannot breathe your air
Like the moon stripping glory from the sun
I can never give you what you're used to
Feeding on the soil at your feet
Hoping for a chance to kiss your knees

Will my rib cage full of sodden hoarding
Be worthy of your scintillation?
I'm a wooden house
Filled with plastic diamonds in the south
Burning in your gentle heat
Melting on my tarnished knees

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

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

missingyou wrap me up in ocean water-born smoke of the midnight aegean seas, the misty wisps suspiring into my ears as your sweet serenade fingers trail sonata whispers down and around my ribcage. these shoulders of hundred-mile journeys should suffice for the safety of the norway fjords. your fingers trace the trembling arteries down my arm and linger at the mass of veins at my wrist, sweeping sadly over the harsh remnants of selfish black nights.

some days, i wish you were heartless too.

life is supposed to be good; i wish i could make yours better. december nights are for people together. you are warm but sometimes it's just hard. i push you aw

VWhat ails you now, my darling
has this, vermillion fever, taken over
I can feel the heat
in your blushing cheeks
miles away

the satellites have broken down
but still
our frequencies intertwine

I am lost
or you
are lost
in a sea of dreams
the whispers in the wind
twirl around me

But I stand, grounded
looking into the expanse of space
you have created, such a heartbroken place.

DormantWinter is a blank slate,
but not like Rousseau's—
it cleanses
sucking out warmth like poison
leaving only windburnt frost
tacked to the window pane

all we remember
is the numbness
the shuddering
skittish steps across the ice
snowflakes pasted to our faces
smoke rising from our lips
dragged across bleak clouds

winter has us captured
bound by fur and walls
drifting in our eggshelled silence

bone cold until we birth ourselves by warmth
emerge from our shells wet and heaving
uncurl our fingers one by one
joints crackling like fire at our backs

until spring comes
drip by tender drip
old wounds thaw
we are found raw,

Under DreadThe winter, the whole winter
is sitting on my head, nesting its fingers
in the little hairs over my ears.
Its friend, the great and unnamed doubt,
is leaning against my collarbone
in a most familiar fashion,
and I fall in and out of balance

irregularly irregularly.

I have a beauty waiting, warm, willing
on speed dial, but the phone--
where did I leave the phone again?
Beauty is as elusive as
the car keys, which, I swear,
were just in that pocket. I

had my hand on them. The whole winter
keeps coursing its little nails
up and down my neck and taking
all my breath away.
There was a dream I had that
I almost remember, almost r

WavesCartographers 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

In your headThat everything is with no reason
All tides are simple water
But they hit us the same
The monsters in your head
Are only in your head
Transfixed
Rushing down the cavern
They wipe you out
And you sleep
Bobbing in that ocean
A starry nighted motion
That rocks you into waking

now it's just dirt under my fingernails.Novak carried an umbrella with her everywhere for nine years. And when he asked her why, she told him, "Ever since my dad died, sometimes it feels like the sky is falling."

That was six months ago, and he still catches himself checking for cracks between the clouds when it rains.

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vii.

He likes to remember her eyes. The left was blue and the right was brown, like two people in one, and faded, like old photographs.

But then he remembers that old photographs are the only things she exists in now, and his office will get so small that he needs to go outside to breathe.

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vi.

He wanted to be gentle, even if he couldn't think of a way how

1Blaspheme, I stand out like an arrogant thorn on the briar
Cautious like bark and sap trickles down
Distant atmosphere can't carry the weight of an all knowing seed
Rupturing the rapture and drowning out the sound
Of too much fire, sparking from the night spires
That stand too high and speak riddles at my name

Coins' Collateral      Your ever-changing hands and eyes
      flashed blank-page fluorescent fire
      in the flickering lights of A-103.

         Silver-edged as zinc coins
         reverberating lightning fire
         that crackled your name
         when the sky set a worth for you
         raining treasuries inside Gov & Econ class drea

Steadfast EndeavorThe silent breath of paper walls narrate
The evenings worth naught but your husky hands,
These fingers carve on blood-red stone for late
Was love to try your hollow soul demand.

On cobwebbed rooftops slide the needle rain
To blind thine eyes as dull as blackened snow.
None languid more than chimes unstrung, contained
Beyond your weary feet where hatred grows.

I understand, far more than words defined
In every tongue, effete, but play this song,
No dance upon your lips is less divine
Than love to never change. Those scars begone.

When next you wake, beside you I'll remain,
Alone, you never shall be cold again.

something in the oceanthere's something in the
ocean that demands a
eulogy, something loud
and commandeering.
bit by bit he is losing his
mind in this heat and the
weather fluctuations
have him tossing and
turning in the middle
of the night. he tells me

that the moon no longer
brings him good tidings
(he would never admit it
but the only news he
receives nowadays is
from the sun). he knows
he is the last of all the
ponds, pools, lagoons,
waterfalls and riverbanks,
and he also knows
that he can be easily
forgotten. at his request

i describe in vivid words
and colors his rippling tides,
roaring cries and shimmering
clear skin. he insists i

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evergreen

by ~anotherforestfire, Jul 9, 2012, 7:54:37 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

_{Under 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}

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*Concora Jul 25, 2012 Writer

_{Your beautiful work has been featured in my journal!}

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~anotherforestfire Jul 26, 2012

thank you!

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~Queshy Jul 10, 2012

This is very lovely. I love the fee to it. I don't have any advice to give but I really do like this *favorite*

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~anotherforestfire Jul 11, 2012

thanks so much!

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~Queshy Jul 11, 2012

Of course!

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!Drakonadyhanie Jul 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I can't explain why I like this, but I do. Immensely. One of the few poems I've taken to well on here in a long time, good work

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~anotherforestfire Jul 11, 2012

thank you :] I really appreciate that

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!Drakonadyhanie Jul 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

no problem

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~ContagiousPixie Jul 9, 2012 Student Photographer

your muse is blooming ever-brightly, i see. <3

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~anotherforestfire Jul 9, 2012

I suppose it is :] thankfully...it's about time

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