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8.11you had secrets hidden between ribs
and laced into irises that had disappeared
behind black that many months ago
and i once looked too far into the quiet,
searching in blue water for the reasons -

but through muted orange you smiled
and through thick air you breathed them;
slowly, carefully - untying the ribbons
that held your spine upright,

and i caught your words in cupped hands
found them seeping through the warmth
of a thousand kisses strung along my shoulders
and tasted them in the sweetness of your
midnight smiles and mid-morning kisses,
and pulled them from the traces of moans
that you have left on my milk skin

and i know now that

The Lonely SoulA lonely soul,
Left to rot.
It starts to die,
After it fought.

It broke in two,
Then to four.
It was left scattered,
All over the floor.

It finds another soul,
It thought it was happy.
Until it realized,
The soul wasn't with it.

To this day,
It hopes and prays.
That sometime soon,
The souls will come together...and stay.

breathe softly for memy dreams of you are saturated,
as briefly, hotly alive as flame.

i want to explore your sweet hand

travel lightly over your knuckles and down to the very tips of your fingers,
follow the lines in your palm like maps of lonely country roads.

i want to put my face in the warm secret of your neck
run my hands over every juncture of your body

the in-and-out of your waist’s curvature,
the cord of tendon in the crook of your knee.

i want to kiss the innermost part of your thigh
the tender skin taut over the pelvic bone

press my lips there
and murmur with my eyes shut that

oh god, i love you.

2.05from ashes you rose,
and to ashes you will return,
skin ripped from muscle
and muscle from bone

i will watch you burn
and laugh as your fingernails,
still red with my blood
melt into your skin

yes, i will burn with you
but at least this fire knows
no other woman's touch
and at least death
tells no lies

Let Me KnowI can’t tell if this is love or inspiration
or the songbird’s melody fresh in my ears,
woven into my heart.
My heart is like a woven basket:
each treasure stowed carefully;
but no basket is fool-proof.
That’s why this feeling can’t be identified-
my basket is bursting at the seams,
and it’s getting a little too heavy to carry.
I need someone to share these treasures with,
Yet I fear this is
fleeting
flying
fugitive.
So help me.
Let me know if this is love or inspiration
or the songbird at my window.
Let me know this is love
and ground me
because I am a helium balloon
with a big fat smile ac

NevrozaÎnchide-mi ochii și fă-mă să cred că ești adevărat
Întunericul nu încuie lacăte pentru totdeauna
Lacul de unghii nu vopsește și inimi
Ce e cald rămâne roșu
Albastrul e pentru marțieni
Și pentru diminețile reci.
Nici zațul nu poate să-mi mai vadă viitorul
E crunt, e-amar
E un coșmar în cămașă de noapte la semafor
Așteaptă să se facă verde.
Dacă nu poți trăi fără iubire
Te voi ajuta să ți-o imaginezi.

StepsStep one
Take my hand and dance
Slip your hand around my waist
And forget about everyone in this place
Step two
Dip me softly in the light
Of the moon with my blush so bright
And smirk at my bashful grace
Step three
Come with me
To the garden with you
Then fall asleep under the moonlight
With fingers intertwined

There is an EscapeGave and never received
Used, abused, and thrown away
Locked up in chains, trapped in a cage
Falling into darkness
There is no escape
Hiding true feelings, shutting down true thoughts
Dug out my own grave
Buried my own heart
Falling into darkness
There is no escape
A silent scream for help
Stuck in a vicious cycle
Falling into darkness
There is no escape
Speaking my true thoughts
Angry words thrown out
Beating my emotions
Falling into darkness
There is no escape
Struggling against the chains
Bending the bars of my cage
Falling away from darkness
There is an escape
Lashing out in anger
Feelings breaking free
Ending the endless cycle
Now at las

Perfect MemoriesI gave you my
broken dreams,
and you turned
them into distant
memories.

LoveAs darkness from the deep abyss

As a sweet angel's kiss

A dream, a fear, so far, so near

A desire, a need, so dim, so clear

One's daydream, one's love

One's hand, one's glove

A journey of a lifetime, capable of incredible feats

A fight eternal, to find the missing puzzle piece

Left HereLeft here,
Helpless and confused,
Sad and afraid,

You lent your hand out to me,

Your light touched my heart like never before,
Your grasp so tight,
That not even heaven or hell could pull me away from you,
Your light touched my heart brighter than the heavens themselves,
Brighter than the sun and stars itself,

You were able to pull me from the bottomless pit of hell,
You were able to help me through thick and thin,
You saved me from going the wrong way,
You saved me from the darkness that was almost my grave,

You guided me into the light,
Showed me what was right,
You saved me from ever having the chance of being lonely again,

What is love? PoemLove is a feeling that makes you heart jump
The feeling of it makes you get goosebumps.
But the meaning of it comes in different ways.
At which is too much for me to say.
We celebrate this love on this holiday
In which we know if Valentine's Day.
A person might say "I love you."
But what does that mean to you too?
He might say. "I want you forever hon."
But you might think "I want to marry you and have a son."
Love comes in different ways and means.
But what does love mean to me?
Well to me its a powerful tool.
For those who abuse it is a poor little fool.
To me its a great thing to be feeling.
For love to me is caring deeply for a person, pl

Update on Textbook RomanceHere's an update on my feelings for you.
Strong--but weak.
Like my morning coffee, I want you fully,
Then water you down with sweetness.
I don't think of you as much as I thought I would
(ref. "Summer Memories", that tiresome lot.)
But I do.
I still DREAM about you, love.
My boyfriend (my darling) asked me last night,
During our three hour phone call,
If he should be jealous of you--I said no.
(Yes)
(Yes, my darling, you most certainly should be jealous of this little cretin who fucked with my life. This little bastard who I loved so foolishly and then not at all. Yes. Because somewhere, in this black little heart of mine--I love him.)
So y

falling in love on SkypeI first met you on Skype,
our conversation kept going from day to night.
Our hearts beat like a drum,
as we came together as one,
we confessed our love to each other,
as we fell in deep love for the first time.
Speechless from meeting each other,
we blushed as red as a cherries,
wishing that we were side by side.

But month later,
seeing each other one last tine,
you turned off your Skype,
and stepped out to the war.
my tears kept flowing a thousand time,
my heart shattered like broken glass,
as the rain poured, it cover my pain.

My once cherry cheeks are now stained with tears,
will they ever go away?
as everyday is a miserable day,
i al

i have trapped love.i have trapped love.
in a bottle
‘Would you like a
Taste?’
curls the small smile
across my lips, dusted
with bruises and bites
Left Behind
by previous diners

‘I’m begging you,
Open the lid,’
the sly moon song
emanates.
And your heart-hand
reaches skyward, and yet,
star-studded honey
still awaits.
enclosed. seen but unreached.

Ice glass smashes.
as passion swells
liquid drips to
waste.
‘I want to drink
you up.’- and you now know
Not that she is dry,
but enclosed.
fragile. isn’t it just.

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Ignorance is a high mans friend.. stupid till the fucking end
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smile to cover the paina smile on the outside,
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joy comes from my lips,
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i never show it,
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how can i smile,
but so deeply regret,
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though my love is gone,
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though my hope is gone,
i can move forward,
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sufferingas i sit in this dark and lonely chair,
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i wanna rip it out and feel the pain,
because what else is there to gain,
when i hurt at least i feel,
at least i know that im real,
my existence seems to be fading,
all the love for me is abating,
im losing all that i love,
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this pain is getting far to great,
please.. just let it abate....
please..
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i cant take being called a whore,
im really not that way,
please someone save me today...

EndingIf death is the end,
I would embrace it.
Im sick of the pain,
tired of getting hit.
I wonder why its me,
I always get hurt.
Yet I smile,
and tend to flirt.
But deep inside,
my lonely heart,
I'm crying as my world
gets torn apart.
These feelings
I can never show.
How broken I am,
you'll never know.
I am but a shattered vessel.
Hell is all that awaits.
So much for seeing,
those shiny pearl gates.

Love is but a wordLove is but a word
in a dictionary full.
It makes poets,
but makes even more fools.
It can save and
it can destroy.
Love plays with humans
as if we were but toys.
It is an idea
that everyone has.
It can turn scholars,
into a spaz.
Some say it's clarity,
some a bane.
I just smile and say,
Love is sanely going insane.

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by ~n1njach1ck3n, Dec 24, 2009, 9:11:44 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Free Verse

how can i be so hyper,
when my heart is breaking.
how can i type,
when my hands keep shaking.
we hardly ever talk anymore,
but when we do it is amazing.
we laugh and cut up,
and i just find myself dreaming.
Thinking, wishing, feeling,
all while silently crying.
I must look strong,
but my armor is battered and torn.
You are what i miss,
all those moments of bliss,
thinking, wanting, hoping,
for that single kiss
that kiss that would change,
our lives forever.
That would reveal a love,
that could last forever.
But your curves are what i desire,
the slay me like a gun for hire.
My feelings run so deep,
so true...these feelings
that i have for you.
so as we joke and laugh
just remember,
i may look satisfied,
but my real emotions,
those i tend to hide

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Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Free Verse

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~Anjidu Dec 24, 2009 Hobbyist Artist

that's not crack i understand it completley

im sorry

~n1njach1ck3n Dec 24, 2009

well my hyperness may be wearing off but w/e haha and dont apologize my feelings are my own and something i must come to terms with on my own i guess

~Anjidu Dec 24, 2009 Hobbyist Artist

give me your number threw a note

~n1njach1ck3n Dec 24, 2009

how bout if i just text u?

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