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I Don't Miss AdolescenceMy sister calls to ask me if I'll do her makeup;
Mami promised that she would, but she's tired
and screamed when Maria reminded her senior prom
is tonight. She says, "I have a hickey on my neck,
something she doesn't want to cover, and you've always
done a better job of highlighting the subtle graces
inherent to my bone structure, the angles we share."

I say, "That's okay, but I can't pick you up,"

so she arrives in a flourish of exasperations,
telling me all the family business, waving her nails
in my face and talking about the pain of her extensions.
She says, "Do you think we need yellow concealer?
I plan to take pictures, and the last

Onyx DreamsOnyx Dreams

Fluctuations of sound waves vibrate the floor,
While the lights of my room glow brilliantly,
But as time winds down and my energy starts its decline,
My vision gets blurry and listening becomes hearing,
And hearing becomes simple background noise,
While Palaceer Lazaro’s words become filmy intonations
Yet, still creating a motion picture full of abstract images,
In my mind full of words and phrases that do nothing but stay stagnant,
And Slumber begins to wrap her warm hands around my head,
As she sweetly begins to pull me into black depths of rest,
A state of unconsciousness that will take me on a journey,
Through the grey abyss we call the center of our nervous system,
And once I fall into the pit of nothingness, the pit of onyx, for those few hours,
I will transform into an atramentous being with aphotic wings,
Because “black is free……..”

You were cold insideYour lips tasted of
summer, of warm days and
cherry-flavoured ice,
relaxing by the
pool side and
smiling against the sun.

You should have been too hot,
too sticky, too humid.
You should have
overheated, should have
melted into your bones until
they turned to ashes, but
it never happened.

I suppose I should have
seen it coming, but
I was so moonstruck over
the way you said my name, so
in love with the idea
of love, that I
didn't notice the way
your eyes bled
winter.

Poem of the day 145 / Poeme du jour 145Une pluie d’hiver
sur les dunes
scalpées

A winter rain
on the scalped
dunes

Frantz, mai / may 2013

7 - The Pet PoetI remember when Mommy bought you
a black-haired pet for your sweet sixteenth.
Its bronze collar said its name was "Poet."
You fed it noise from the out-of-tune piano,
intense moments involving flesh and razors,
and the occasional walk by the lake.

At first, he knew only the wolf's howl,
purging blood and flames onto the carpets.
Everywhere was a smell of extravagance --
like that woman's cheap perfume on the train to work.
But you cried a little less,
smiled a bit more.
And that was when Daddy stopped
trying to send it back to the shelter.

Soon, you even started watching T.V.
(and enjoyed food, dressed nice, made friends.)
But T

She's changedIf you looked at a little girl with big brown eyes and soft hair from the crown of her head
Her dreams would be big and her worries would be simple
And you’d say “She’ll be going places”

If you looked at a young girl with a toothy grin and a giddy laugh
Her pride would be strong and her conscience would be clear
And you’d say “She looks happy”

If you looked at a shy growing girl with her forehead covered and sleeves down to her fingertips
Her eyes would be distracted and her heart would be a drama queen
And you’d say “I don’t know who she is”

If you looked at a maturing girl

VIIEncore un peu de cendre
Au coin de tes lèvres
Parolescentes

J'épluche tes souhaits
Tu laves le ciel
En vain

Et dans ce vent chaud
Des milliers de pétales
De peau

To Our Princess We Must GoHow dare you take from us our Princess!
How dare you cast away her light!
How dare you seize her from us!
We resist with all our might!
You saw the signs of her sadness!
You saw the signs of her dismay!
You saw the darkness growing!
‘Twas you who had betrayed!
Abduct from us our feathers!
Give us wings of flesh and bone!
Bear a mark upon us
We are loyal to the crescent throne!
Send us all up to her
And as you cast away this third
We will scorn and hate and curse you!
Dismiss us from the herd!
Don’t fret for long, dear Luna
For we are well upon our way!
May our presence to you be comfort
It’s at your side forever shall we sta

nothing specialthey tell you not to give up
because you have potential--
and to the ones who simply enjoy
you're probably fantastic
but to those who do
you're simply mediocre,
nothing to bat an
eyelash at.

you're not quite bad enough
to quit, but you're not
great enough to be
remembered.

unrequitedyou make my words
gather at the hollows
of my throat
until i choke on them.

my fingers ache to
hold you--
but my eyes ache to
cry.

you're nothing but heart break
wrapped in a bow
of something beautiful,
like the dust of grace from
fallen angels.

i drink a little faster and
cry a little harder
because the way whiskey and tears
mingle on my lips
tastes suspiciously of love.

Thinking.Thinking without thought,
Not thinking about a lot.

Thinking about what it how it would be,
To have a thoughts as endless as the sea.

Thinking about the passing time,
About the mountains I have not climbed.

Thinking about a world gone by,
And about the big blue sky.

Thinking about love so sweet,
And of life crumbling at my feet.

To think about everything vast as it seems,
Would take as long as counting dreams.

So to think without a thought,
And not to think about a lot.

Would carry on an endless dream,
And let time unravel at it's seams.

SeppukuA blue sky greets me as I kneel to the ground.
I hear the rushing wind and the sacred water sound.
The cold, grey stone upon my knee,
As I prepare myself for eternity.

I take a solemn look at my silent crowd,
Those cruel, dark faces scream so loud.
They want me to do the final deed.
I'll plunge the tanto in. They'll see me bleed.

I look for a while at my full rice bowl,
And prepare for the next cycle of my soul.
What shall I be? A man or god?
Shall my next life be lived in the mud and sod?

I finish quickly so we don't delay.
By now the light is fading away.
I take up the pen and start to write,
To put brush to paper is one last delight.

"

Petit OiseauDon’t move a muscle
I’m not even drawing in breath
Through my heart
Oh, such a tiny, naïve little thing!
Will she let me approach, if I’m careful enough?

Or will wings divide my intentions
Widening gaps from the soil to the sky
Soil in my hands, and
Purple stars in her breath
I could never hurt you, little pixie
My winged Thumbelina

I don’t move a muscle
I’m focusing on not drawing breath
Lungs contract
She gives me a heartwarming stare
And oh, I am moments away!

But stop! Coarse laughter sings
Dark notes that may injure her
But the dancer still hops, unaware
Of the tears designing my chee

The Boy Who WaitsThe train rolls past the selfish boy,
The boy who stands and waits forever,
The boy who watches the girl fly past,
And wishes she would get off at his stop.

The boy stuck in circles,
The boy who always needs help,
The shy boy with the social prowess of a shattered rock.

He waits and waits,
And every time she flies past,
He hopes and hopes.

She talks to him often,
But sometimes not so much,
He feels like he’s walking straight when she speaks,
Her words make sense to his boggled mind.

The boy at the station,
With eyes wide in anticipation,
The selfish boy who wishes good things to happen,
The boy who takes things for granted,
Who thin

Left AloneYou want me to leave you alone? I'll leave you alone.

You want me to buy you a cake and a knife? Sure I'll do that.

So, what else do you need me to do? OK. That should be easy to do.

Here I go, walking to and fro, to unknown destination just so I can please you.

You hate my guts, huh? Well, to be honest, and I will not lie, I hate your guts too.

You see me and I see you, walking past each other each and everyday - We do not smile.

I often invision you surrounded by flames and you invision me drowning in the sea.

And here is my question to you: Why do you hate me so much?

You snarl as you echo my words: Why do YOU hate me so much?

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anchored in our minds,
the story stretched out to never-ending.
Punctuated only by "Goodbye"
and "I love you."

Fitting memories over dreams over
names and places and times
a dizzying puzzle that
doesn't fit quite rightly..
held together only by your smile.

Remember that
I am your forever-girl.]

-2-
[Inside jokes piling up 'til
it's a mess of meanings.
Conversations in the middle
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running so long that they feel
like half a dream.
A mismatch of pictures and lyrics
building up to what I feel,
moments frozen indefinitely,
as our breaths are stolen away.
Carrying your laughte

Of love and nightmaresI took a breath as the tide came
rushing in
words ignored, lie there on the floor
collecting dust and memories
tears find their way out
I feign innocence and empathy
I throw everything that I don't
have at him
but the lies slide off him
his gaze peirces me, his anger
pins me down
and I drown under the tide
trashing and breathing in water
only because it's easier than asking
for help.

a pink and purple blend of sorts
butterfly kisses over the skin
bruises stretched over brittle bones
a far cry from what I've been.

"How do you wake up
from a nightmare that's real?"
she asks me..
I tell her
"I don't know, sleep, forget
ru

StorytellingIdeas clashing inside my head
they're breaking down my walls
they're leaking out,
drifting away as i fight the
tide of escape.
My hands are stiff from holding
the pen so tightly for so long
the ink stains my hands and
my thoughts.

I don't want to forget;
whatever happens, I want this
memory to remain...
If only I can form the words
I won't have to be afraid of
losing this.

I've seen the beginning yesterday
and witnessed the end just a
few moments ago
but nobody can tell me what
happens in between.
nobody knows...
more importantly, nobody cares.

If I could show you what
goes on inside my mind,
I'd take a hammer to my he

I'd like to write a songI can feel the music rising in me,
like laughter bubbling out
spilling color unto the pale blue sky..
the notes are dancing on my tongue
notes that were once the words I've
been much too afraid to speak.

[I hum to myself.]

My dreams are watery
and they run down the page
to leave a stain like poetry
i sift through the pages
and create a beautiful story
from the water-colored portraits.

[and I write down the lyrics.]

my heart is running faster
than the rhythm,
the lights are too bright
and i don't think anyone will hear me
above this noise..
i take a deep breath
and i close my eyes.

[I sing the song.]

the words float out f

Insomniathe seconds are seamless,
disappearing under the silence
faster than i can tell..
my movements are slow and
my limbs are pulled down to the ground.
i fight the pull
but my body is so tired, i can barely move..

i lie down and close my eyes,
patiently, i wait for sleep to come.
my mind churns.
the room is quiet
but my thoughts create a storm in my head
i try to push the thoughts out,
i try to pull the quiet in,
but the silence is too heavy to be broken apart
and the moment i pull it in
it presses down on me.

i sit up and open my eyes.
the room is too dark,
the lights are all open
but the room's still too dark.

i look at the

Afraid.i am afraid of heights,

i hate the sensation of vertigo
coming over me,
i hate the feeling that i'm about to fall..
off-balance and unsure of my steps,
and one wrong move can send me
crashing towards the ground..
with no way to save myself..
..i'm afraid of no one being there
to catch me.

i am afraid of the darkness,

it presses down on me,
its heaviness wraps around me
and i'm suffocated..
my nightmares stalk me in the darkness
and there's no where for me to hide
i can't even see my tears in the darkness,
and i keep hearing voices in my head
saying..

..you are alone.

i'm afraid of being left behind,

i feel like my friends

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His Kiss

by ~dear-brielle, Mar 29, 2011, 11:06:36 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

I stand high up
where my fingertips almost graze the sky..
I can feel him pulling.
I am lightheaded.
I am afraid.

I don't jump
I lean in towards his pull
and before I know it, I'm falling..
I'm falling for him.

I spread my arms wide
and pretend that I'm flying..
adrenaline rushes through
and I can hear the screams over the
roaring of the wind.

the wind rushes past me..
it whistles through me,
as if I had holes
as if I was empty
as if I was nothing.
it whips past my face
and I blink out the tears from my eyes.
But I'm happy.
for the first time in my life..
I am Happy.

I crashed to the ground.
it's over.
what felt like an eternity
was over in seconds..
everyone saw me breaking
everyone heard the shattering of bones
everyone saw the splattering of blood
everyone heard the screams..

but they weren't mine..
not anymore.
I was happy.
I am happy.
I don't need to feel anything else
but this.

I fell for him..
and now i'm happy..
happy when i was falling
happy after i fell.

I fell for him
and his name was Gravity.

His Kissby ~dear-brielle

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

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~dear-brielle Apr 3, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

thank you

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!ginger-ninja-pom Mar 30, 2011

this is impressive and moving, you have captured the moment of this so well thankyou I love it >.<

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