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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

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.

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

Honeythief.straw-stitched and hanging
off every word--

violated:

pressing my ears
against your brittle
hives

and smoking you out

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stay Dreamingyou are pale in the half-light;

all the fire you carry with you in the waking world is doused in the sweetness of your hair across the pillow & your frame insinuating itself in the sheets, in pockets of weight & pools of shadow that say "i am a body", "i am a girl"

(vulnerable yet terrifying)

& in life you are larger than you seem, thunder & lightning inside colored glass. you are cruel-mouthed but soft-eyed, & brittle queen (you would rather break than bend for me), you are all the lovelier for your frail-boned pride.

it is strange how much i see of you when you are not looking back, how i feel as though it is only in moments like these

SunsetThis is the last poem I'll write for you.

Do you remember the day we met?
It was sunny that day--
the day when our worlds collided--
and I remember.

I remember in a way
that can only be described
as the tragic lovechild of
fondness and bitterness,
when two souls trudging
from to separate ends of
a storm
meet, by chance,
in the eye.

When our worlds collided
and turned into something
new--
a haze of infatuation and gratitude.
I remember.

This is the last breath I'll breathe for you.

Do you remember those nights?
Those nights in our own little world,
crushed together into some sort of
mismatched fairytale.
Those nights wh

gathering dragonfly wingsi.
she had wings of a dragonfly,
delicately pretty,
but she fluttered them in front of me,
a sad little smile on her face,
too often.

ii.
her veins were faultily broken –
because she couldn't even cut them right –
but i traced the scabs with my
lips,

even when she sharply inhaled
in pain.

iii.
oh, her eyes were intoxicating
but they revealed
so much less than her clothes when
pulled away and yanked down.

iv.
she never knew
the effect she had on me –

i never wanted

House of Invisible MenPrologue: - The White-Porched House -

White September, October, November,
A December in snow.
The autumn season is a harsh one
For us who haunt this shabby bachelor's apartment.
Time begins to dwell on these first flakes,
White as our faces,
Pale as my eyes.
The voices calling out from the porch,
David, Marcus, Michael,
Roommates, all of them
Joining house with one Steven Green.
Yet, despite the cold,
Despite the snow choking our window-framed faces
You wouldn't believe how much,
We didn't miss the rain.

1. - Faceless Man -

David was an engineer, a worker of diagrams
His hands winding a clock, always working late.
The pro

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Pouring down the mountain to the plains below
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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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the boy with a sun for a heart

by ~anotherforestfire, Jul 28, 2012, 3:30:11 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

_{I 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}

the boy with a sun for a heartby ~anotherforestfire

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~TheMoorMaiden Aug 14, 2012 Student Writer

Really nice imagery. I like the line: Hoping for a chance to kiss your knees a lot.

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~anotherforestfire Aug 14, 2012

thank you!

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~TheMoorMaiden Aug 14, 2012 Student Writer

You're welcome.

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~we-were-left-behind Aug 14, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

Beautiful, this just paints a lovely picture in my mind. Fantastic work.

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~anotherforestfire Aug 14, 2012

thanks so much :]

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*Mrs-Freestar-Bul Aug 9, 2012 Writer

The images are striking, absolutely beautiful

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~anotherforestfire Aug 11, 2012

thanks!

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Mood: Wow!

*lantern-rose Jul 28, 2012 Professional Writer

This is just absolutely beautiful! The emotion! The imagery! Beautiful job~

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~anotherforestfire Jul 31, 2012

thank you so much!

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*lantern-rose Aug 4, 2012 Professional Writer

You're welcome! ^^

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