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bedIt's a stabbing sight
Letting in the morning with a crack of the shades
And you forget you could page-turn horizons
Waft through free territory
Where acres are just beds
Made of fresh land

Wrinkles in the river
Tell remembered times
About old languages that could make you cry
About soft beds that carve away canyons
A speaking voice lifted from the earth
Begging you to remember

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

a drug or choosingYour oily prints upon my eyes
Blessed art thou
You bleed through the cracks in my walls
Eyes, pores in every centimeter of wallpaper
Watching me sleep, watching my night-mare
The horse running from the fire-like river
Pouring down the mountain to the plains below
Engulfing my atmosphere in golden red smoke
I am not addicted

Sirenum scopulimy bed hangs like cliffs
sharp edges under tide
two pearls, golden lined
on black, she sings me home
raptured, like gnosis
faded on wine

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

ArmsA slouch like Atlas from this heavy barrage
I’m not burdened but my arms are weak
Utterly missing you
And I’m shaking

pornographyYou unclothed me rib by rib
Our chests opened like scaled jewels
But you took the key, your classic heartbeat
Art music for a paying crowd
Don't let me let you down

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

birthUntil the ovum opened like ghost skin
Pooled like the ocean
And poured from my mouth
I wasn’t aware of how god-like
We sinners could easily be

milkWith fire, they carve incantations upon my crown
Speaking words that whisper loud

my veins feel like wires spitting currents like waves crashing
skull against rock, as the birds above fall like stars

the beat of the drum dances to ecstasy's whipping tongue
skyclad to take the milk of heaven in

when the eye opens, like the sky,
it too shall cough up milk
to feed the covetous teeth that crawl up our spines
the wyrms of gods past and those still to arrive

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

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

if only, if only.i.
we drove nowhere
and we spoke a language
that nobody understood
underneath a foreign sky
blanketed in the scent of pine.

ii.
you told me
my eyes were like envelopes—
because they were always
opening
closing
fluttering to the sound
of breaking seals
and ink stained fingertips.

iii.
i told you
we should run away
to a new land
with new faces
because
i was enamored
with people i had never encountered
and places i had never gone.

iv.
you laughed at me
and said that
if i didn't spend
so much time with my head
buried in world maps
i would realize
that i was living on one.

v.
i remember
it rained that day
and the tea went cold
but the

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

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your neckI want to burn you with my fingers
Ice water up your spine
Make you sing that airy song in my ear
Deep intake, going under

I can slide my fingers between your lips
Your tongue, your warmth
I'll hide in your neck
And suffocate in that dark moon hollow

Dali DrugsDali on his beached whale
With new tattoos
Saying to the stoner
"drink me"
And he does
Swallowing the (D)ali (D)rug
Taking in the scene
Of whale on sand
And drugs on water
And Jesus in shades
And wings in the clouds

light switchYou snuffed me out like the light switch
My mom used to make me blow out
When I still believed in things I can no longer
see

doe eyesHe's the angel brights
Headlights in deer eyes
My doe eyes
Like dough eyes
Like blood
I could have sworn they made my eyes bleed

I'll call it summerI'll call it summer
And there's music that almost doesn't exist
And insects like scabs calling to each other
Calling your name
Sucking you into their beds, green with slumber
And so very hungry for one another

I still wonder who killed youold experiences don't always die
and new ones still get the chance to kill us
they pull our bodies apart
ripping our skin
like when your stitches came open
because we were too rough in bed
and maybe you had a boyfriend
who sometimes thought about burning you
with the cigars you didn't know he smoked
or a girlfriend
who liked someone else inside her
and still kissed you when she came home

we stayed up too late one night
you were mumbling about my eyes
so I closed them and you kissed me
and I fell asleep wondering
if you had once been with a boy
who wanted to hurt you
or a girl that didn't love your eyes
the way you love mine

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he came and he went

by ~anotherforestfire, Jul 8, 2012, 9:00:45 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

_{The sky cracked open like an egg
Pouring its whites like shining bone dust
Collecting on the ground in ruins
Built up from pagan sorrows and pagan storms

He crawled from the runes
Scribblings like twig upon twig
To belt out a calling to the listeners
Be wary of your fires, for they burn my havens down

His echo was heard by haloed heads
Ribbons and fern twisted on necks
Their bodies retched open, letting the sun in
To sink into soil, like blood on their hands}

he came and he wentby ~anotherforestfire

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~anotherforestfire

_{be careful}

~BelaRoseWolf Aug 22, 2012 Student Writer

This really is an amazing poem!

It's so descriptive, and dark... But it's so beautiful... Everything flows well, and all I can say again is amazing... ^^

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~anotherforestfire Aug 22, 2012

thanks so much :]

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~BelaRoseWolf Aug 22, 2012 Student Writer

You're very welcome!

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~chewyraezen Aug 4, 2012

your poetry is very inspirational. i love how you write.

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~anotherforestfire Aug 4, 2012

well thank you very much

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=slowslicksnails Jul 21, 2012 Student Writer

Great! Might sound better with saying pagan once in line 4 though

This does read like a classic like others said...very interesting!
By the way, how did you get that font?

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~DrowningSignificance Jul 9, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

Amazing! <3

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~anotherforestfire Jul 9, 2012

thank you!

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~ContagiousPixie Jul 9, 2012 Student Photographer

This reads as if it were a classic.

Brilliant.

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~anotherforestfire Jul 9, 2012

ooh thank you so much!

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