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Rose petalsAnd as the rose petals
pelted the ground
they dented the soil
and shook the world
as furiously
as any boulder
ever could

a viatorthe snow laden boughs loom
and veil the serpentine pass.
without stint I wallow.
as I traverse the earth in shades of grey
I abate.

a viator, bestowed no notice
to relinquish prosaic thoughts.
to luxuriate in the nothingness
and absence of others.
I flourish.

demonsi stole flowers from the neighbor's garden for your grave today.
hydrangeas were always your favorite, though after you passed
i allowed your garden to die along with you.

Muted Liltmay nights brew black
on calloused retinas

I crush three shades of dissent
out of the rubble (aftermath)
on a film of labile skin

encapsulated winter shadows
patterned bruises by ghosts in ink
root-bound dead whisperings:

december's late memory

Autumn AutopsyAs lovers,
we were reckless;
Children
chasing fireflies
in a field of mines.
We traded kisses
and carefree caresses
for shrapnel
and blackened skin.
Short moments
stolen pawned
at the cost
of darker afternoons,
the twilight
of the dying season;
We didn't ask,
we never questioned
the interest
of our expenditures.
I shed my skin
in the Autumn of youth,
peeled back
the viscera and
bared the bone --
Rising up,
a scarecrow of worms
and raw meat,
amongst the stalks
of reddened corn.
Tonight
she clings
to dusty artifacts,
shelved trinkets
and
wrinkled sheets
laden with memories
of decaying potency;
The wisps
rising from the cooling wick
will never be
as sweet as
when the flame
burned brightest.

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

RestorationTake from me my legs,
and no longer can I walk.
Take from me my voice,
and no longer shall I talk.
Take from me my arms,
and forever take my might.
Take from me my eyes,
and forever take my sight.
Take from me my ears,
and never shall I hear.
Take from me my judgement,
and never shall I fear.
Take from me my tongue,
and take away my lies.
Take from me my heart,
and soon I shall......

Boy with the Rusty HeartDear boy-with-the-rusty-heart,

I met you for a reason.

I didn't know it at first, in that heart-stopping moment of attraction
when your eyes briefly captured my own.
All I knew was that your obsidian eyes twinkled with violet secrets,
sweet possibilities, and a twilight paradise.

I didn't realize it, but as I reminisce now, whenever you said my name
it sounded like the perfect synthesis of a prayer and a curse all at once.
It didn't matter though… I had already bitten the forbidden fruit.

I didn't see it (or maybe I chose not to), how despite your charming smile,
your truths came out like raw diamonds etc

DolorousEtch into my blackened vodka bones
Dig me a well, my doll
Watch for snakes in the deep

The water is cold and so run my eyes
Take me, Deity. Take me to the window, my doll
Let the laugh walk over the sill

I keep you to myself, I keep you for myself
Beg the morning light to give me rest, my doll
I beg my eyes do not open

Let my regrets hold you tall
Dig me a well, my doll
Bury my secrets in the deep

Like RainfallSo lonely she doesn't even have herself
As amorphous gray excretes sheets of rain
And clumps her hair to hanging dreads
That pull her chin into her chest.

Like angry torrents crashing down
Against the black of frozen nothingness
Her body downward hurls.

This is how she plummets,
Her head cycling to the rocks,
If ever ground might forgive and end
What gravity compels.

Forgotten WorldAnother World(sonnet)

Stories forgotten throughout the ages,
Their whisphers strangled for someone to know
The stench of must fills the rotten pages
Their destiny forgotten: nevermore.

Magical worlds crumble 'neath the rubble.
Heroes vanish, gone to an unknown fate.
Lurking in every corner is trouble.
Transfixed forever in that untouched state.

'Less a wandering eye spies its cover
And brushes aside the layer of dust,
Tenderly opens it like a lover
And creates a secret frienship called TRUST.
Books are portals, the first step, the beginning
They are the reason why lives have meaning.

It's escalated past complicated.This has escalated past complicated,
and entered the realms of impossibility.

Its gone far beyond being dominated,
And began down the path of instability.

This is far stronger than being intoxicated,
And has lost the last drops of plausibility.

Now we're way past being consolidated,
We've broken the shackles of vulnerability.

Blue Butterflies, AgainBlessed are the ones that see

the Blue Butterfly,

the magical creature that gives us life,
see her dancing between the trees
where white orchids glow,

see her between the fading twilight and
the silver rising of the moon...
oh, let us stay until dawn

*K
MARCH
*Y
© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.

Sometimes the moon is my dreamSometimes the moon is a ship

Sometimes it's half a cookie

A light at the end of the tunnel

A snow globe with a bunny

Sometimes the moon is a lady

Sometimes the moon is my honey

Sometimes the moon is my dream

When I can't get any sleep

AbridgedWe have become Abridged

Copied and pasted

Thrust out of mind

Disposed in recycle bins

Enough!

We deserve better than forsaken love or merry bitter sweet psalms

We want complications and double knotted loose ends

Of being one with voices we conceive and silence

Tired we are of the constant crowding pushed into brightest singulars

Give us more respect

For we are the Words

Elongated

And elated

When struck into conundrum

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by ~anotherforestfire, Aug 6, 2012, 11:00:58 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

_{You are a peach
Pulsing like swollen stars
Ready to erupt
In white, puckered and deep
Sweet sweat like warm summer
Suckled

If I climb the mountains and trace the line
Can I bury my lips in you,
Dig for the howl that calls in the north,
And lap up the night's hidden moon?}

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~Is-lnds Aug 13, 2012

woah -

Can I bury my lips in you,
Dig for the howl that calls in the north

~anotherforestfire Aug 13, 2012

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~whitegrowsthelily Aug 9, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Wonderful metaphor.

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