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Pianist
His fingertips splashed through the ivory keys
With ripples that scattered in rows
While windows bloomed petals of watery pinks
Each kissing his cheeks with a glow

Releasing his notes like a bird caged in spring
He untangled the keys from their din
Making sense of a sequence not meant to be seen
He etches them deep in his skin.

He performs for the windows and plays for the halls
The curtains will sway in his song
The picture frames quiver and jump from the walls
Beneath the great rush of his palms.

So I open my window, before I lay rest
Just to capture a trace of his spawn
It's been years since I've heard it, but still I await
ColorsAround people I see colors,
Many different shades.
Each person has a color that they hold.
A unique story to be told

Your eyes and smile, so shyly kind.
Your attitude, temperate and soft.
So it's understandable that your hue,
is quite a lovely shade of blue.

Full of your self you are.
I bet you have left many scars.
I see that you are very, very mean.
No wonder the color around you is an ugly puke green.

You are so confident.
Your face inspires hope.
Your actions though; brazen and so bold.
Your color fits you, around you I see gold.

You are compassionate,
That I can easily see.
Not judging by the looks of ones head.
A trul
Hello August 
Shuffling softly in the twilight of morning

blooming children once wandered along the drifting sidewalks

feeling only scattered freckles of broken sunlight

drip across their faces.

Rolls of fresh dew tumble down unraveled flowers

nestling gently in the corners of their toes.

They skid through puddled asphalt

soaking deep the buried harmonies beneath their cursive breath;

the taste of past summers still

steaming on their tongues.
Actress 
Luxurious lies dropped in
sparks from her lips
like the last cigarette of the day.
With fine slender nails
she unfurled rolls of red
like match striking breath to a flame.

She slithers her way
through a slicked inky gown
with eyes trimmed in frosting of gold.
Her rose pedal lips
bloomed above whitened fangs.
Rehearsing the lines she was told.

She spends her days spinning
within a glass box
reinventing new ways to perform.
Checking off names
of the public she mocks
While sliding their tongues across thorns.

The actress, the mask,
the palm of your hand
hearts opening now and again.
Her mind is a slate;
a canvas
Average AngelYou sat in your favorite chair
quietly sipping from a cup of coffee
while watching the morning news.

What you may or may not have known
is that, from birth, all I ever wanted
was to be just like you.

I've never met a nobler man,
who put all else before himself,
carrying his family in his loving hands.

A soul with a past that few could handle,
yet you carried yourself on iron legs,
teaching me that weakness is unacceptable.

A tenderness about you that no mother could match,
the protectiveness that only a father could know.
From birth till this day, I only feel peace when with you.

I told you "I love you"
and gently kissed you
Hey BroHey Bro:

Hey Bro...
It's been awhile since I've come by
I guess that's my bad this time
A lot of stuff has changed recently
And I kind of wish that you could see it all

I've got a girlfriend now, she's sweet and caring
I remember when you used to joke that I'd never get one
It always used to make me so mad...
Did you know, she's got green eyes. My favourite colour
She makes great food and I really wish she could have met you

Diablo three finally came out and I know we were waiting for that one
You always used to promise that we'd play it together sometime
But I know that it's impossible with the way things are...
I thought a lot
i really want to...
i allowed the word to curl
against the ceiling of my mouth.
cradling the absence of a
storm that never came
roosting over rafters of a
note stretched far too long.
seeping through my teeth and
pulling moisture from the rain.

"fly"
Psychotic LoveThe tears of the sky..
They cleanse the red.....
Born from a lie....
A light now dead

Like swirls of insanity
Dropping into masses...
Denying reality.....
As pain encompasses

Your Light....

The sky dressed in grey
Sings a song of forlorn
What price must I pay?
To mend what is torn...

I who stole lives
Gained life from you....
I who saw lies
Lies, you made true.....

My darkened soul
In pieces, so broken
You made it whole....
Is it heavens's token?

Like the heavenly sun....

Silence these voices that torment me so
Showing me things I dont wish to know
Deep within the depths of my heart
Is a desire that tears me apart..
Dragons BloodYou are an art journal,
all scraps of paper and profound quotes
of those you say "I'll fucking know one day",
because you love to shock me
with even more profound profanities
and those watercolor fingers
you use to shut me up.

Gently. Always gently.

You leave me moon-eyed;
Dragons Blood still lingering
in the wake of your
heartbeats against mine.
Wilting RoseThey beat her and mistreat her
They fill her life with pain,
Yet all she does is smile
as they shoot her down again.
They hate her and degrade her,
They make her feel like scum,
Then stupidly, they wonder
where her emptiness comes from.
They take her then they break her,
without an ounce of guilt,
Then leave the precious flower
all alone to weep and wilt.
Here I Stand with my Hand OutstretchedHere I stand with my hand outstretched.
Feet bare, but bound forever in this spot.
Eyes filling with tears,
but none flow over my lids.
My arm grows weary,
but I dare not drop it and relax.

Still I stand with my hand outstretched.
The wind and rain tear into my body and face.
The snow and ice sap me of warmth.
The thunder and lightning rattle my body.
The sun lays it's blistering rays upon me.
The sad moon refuses to shine even a single light for me.

Still I stand with my hand outstretched.
People poke, jab, joke, and scoff.
Others belittle and think oddly of me.
Still others keep to themselves and ignore me.
It doesn't cross
Nostalgia
The house was ripe with once secret romances
that seemed to sink between the couch's cushions
and cling to rain-washed window panes.

Activity of flickering insects tapped against the sill,
saturating the walls with ghostly shadows
while breathless streams of sunlight swam around them.

The room held a kind of lukewarm emotion.
One that still pervaded the air with faint,
lavender quills and settled on the shoulders of its occupant.

In a vibrant lull, it dusted my conscience
with petty apparitions of once absolute memories.
All of which now sits in a pile on the floor,
awaiting organization.

Horizontal landmarks of growing c
There Was a Storm Today

The palms of rain and soil applauded as they met,

twisting their fingers to knot a streaming brook.

Lightning followed, pounding its fists against the smoking sky,

While gusts of wind erupted; raindrop fireworks.

Mist began to swirl above the steaming pavement-

(reminding me of those winters by the lake so long ago.)

The puddles chased the passing storm to clear

the dusted streets and wash the trees of poor habits.

Again the lightning flickered, like a dying silver bulb

swinging by a string in some attic from the past.

The storm exhales once more to retract its mighty arms.

And so the afternoon awaits the sun to press her fingers
SnowLet's lose our faces tonight
Chemical anxiety and paper highs
Thrown to the curb by something stronger, small and white
While stars burn out their insides; Prometheus in the sky.

I always thought you were a lie:
Stinking pop culture curling bright around my eye
But now I wonder if your treasure is something I could find
Leaping from the bass lines into my frenzied, eager mind.
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4: DarkSleepwalking:

My sight a'skewed and pupils wide
I dance the night away.
My dampened skin
Grows cold and thin
When stepping in the fray.
As once warm apparitions pass
In junctures and in fleets
I crystallize these warming flits
Of once sweet memories.
In bed I lay and here he stays
To keep awake my dreams.
When sunlight clears
He reappears
And all my fears reprieve.
When windows crack and curtains fail
Into the ground he flees
I think he's dead
But 'round my head
His shadow follows me.
She Smokes Away Her SinsBurning.
Burning.
Always
      burning
is the cylinder flak of her blunt.
Sweet.
Sweet.
Forever
       sweet
was the cigarette's soft serenade.
it sang away her thoughts.
Ticking.
Ticking.
       ticking
was the conduit of hour glass sand, suspended in the air between her glass lips.
Decreasing.
Decreasing.
       decreasing
were her minutes.

to seconds.

and Then...

Nothing.
2: LoveLove is a reflection.
A thin, fragile mirror, spinning on a string in the corner of your mind.
It's vision blurred by the vortex of misidentified emotions swelling around it.

Love is an illusion.
An emotion invented as a kinder substitution.
It is an overcompensating label humans assign
to selfish attachments driven by personal gain and search for self-satisfaction.
It is a band aid of guilt.

Love is a paradox.
An infinite cycle of REcycled emotions.
Each time it is used expenses in larger restorations,
Requires higher maintenance,
And yet, we remain in love with the concept.

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Beneath The Black Willows

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Beneath the black willows
the moonlight deploys
unnoticed through soft braided reeds.
Though fingers were broken
the moonbeams disperse
like organ pipes sifting the breeze.

Beneath the black willows
a violet crow falls
to perch upon empty a chest.
A hollowed form spun
through the breath of the wind
His toes brushed the finger tipped crest.

Beneath the black willows
there swings a white noose
and from it there swings a man high.
He dances each morning
He dances each night
I imagine he's thankful to fly.

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Beneath The Black Willowsby ~HoldTheNoise

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Other Poetry By Me:

The Pianist: [link]
We Dreamed Of Silver Sails: [link]
In The Garden: [link]
Yellow Spring: [link]

Poem © Sadee Esquivel
©2012-2013 ~HoldTheNoise
Category: Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

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~Hardly-Crazy Aug 20, 2012
All I can say is wow.
This is too good for words :)
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Mood: Love ~HoldTheNoise Aug 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Aww, thank you so so much!! Your support is far enough <33:glomp:
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~Hardly-Crazy Aug 21, 2012
No problem ^^
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~dgREYmOUSER Aug 15, 2012
.. particularly enjoyed the last stanza. :)
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~HoldTheNoise Aug 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Agh, thanks~!! The last stanza's my favorite too!! :iconcblushplz:
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Mood: Love ~Golden-Leaves Jul 31, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
You have such a gift. Do not waste it.
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~HoldTheNoise Jul 31, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you~!! I'm trying my best not to~ :thanks:
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*LookingGlassInk Jul 31, 2012
Marvelous writing. You have a way of creating vivid images that many writers lack. You've done an excellent job with this poem and I especially love the darkly glib note that you end on with "I imagine he's thankful to fly." Great work. Thanks for sharing. :)
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Mood: Love ~HoldTheNoise Jul 31, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Well thank you for reading~!! It's very encouraging to see people like my work~! :squee:
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