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preemptive breakup poemif anyone ever tells you your sadness isn't physical,
show them the ache in your bones,
the raw skin on your arms or wrists or hips or thighs,
the imprint of your foetal body on your mattress from the days you couldn't bear to leave.

and you see this?
this is what hurt looks like.
i want you to look closer, lean in a little until you can feel the sadness on my breath
and i want you to watch my eyes. count how often they blink and count how many of them are forcing back words i still can never say.
i don't want you to miss a second of how you make me feel.

i want to be what keeps you up at night
i want to be the reason you can't eat

InertiaSometimes, I feel so very sorry for
the letters that I write.
Born onto a blank page and
trapped there all their lives.
No new sites to see, no unfamiliar faces to meet;
standing in a lonely row
just to express my thoughts as words,
and yet, completely unable to express their own.
They lie paralyzed in their birthplace
lacking the ability to grow and learn.
Immovable to change for the rest of their lives.
And sometimes, I wonder to myself,
why I choose to be the same.

The Bone CollectorSometimes my breath catches in my throat
and the very stillness of an earth going
a thousand and three miles per hour
gets lodged there.

Sometimes these simple exchanges
leave me breathless, croaking on dust:
the unfiltered pigments of other people's skin
and blood and ash

but with my tarred lungs and itchy eyes
I sit and sift through charcoaled remains,
alphabetising them from c to c. I am lost
in a world charred brazen.

Many things I have loved have turned to ash.
Many people. I was naive enough to think
that there was some perfect nutritional truth
that could outlast hell-fire.

I claw through a world turned ashen
and know those dead

Memories of WarMemories of War:

What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...

A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?

Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...

And the world will soon forget.

Fill my heart with this regret?

For the victims written in stone.

Unspoken sin you now atone...

Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain

SilenceWords never spoken,
Screams never heard.
Whimpers never noticed,
Tears never cured.

Scars carved by silence,
Forming words unspoken.
Forever I will be
Nearly broken.

I will never give in,
Though hanging by a thread.
I will never give up,
Though my life has been shred.

With words known,
But not ever spoken,
I will never be
Truly broken.

A Product Label.Love. (Requited Edition)

Directions:
Apply thoroughly all over body
Avoiding contact with delicate eye area
Repeat on a regular basis
For best results:
Use in conjunction with other products.

Keep stored in a cool place
Keep out of reach of children
Do not use if seal is broken or missing
Choking hazard
Do not swallow
For external use only.

If irritation occurs, discontinue use-
Rinse eyes immediately with water
If symptoms persist
Seek medical advice or see your doctor
Handle contents with care.

Maiden By The Bay“Maiden By The Bay”

Every now and then across the water at night
A lady can be seen dressed in long silky white
She dances along the water as elusive as a bird
Her beauty so astounding I can not put into words
Her movements so graceful they shift the moon’s release
On the gravity of the earth; every crevice and crease
If the world were to fall apart around her piece by piece
Her dancing would never cease but only increase

And I wait for every day to end so I can say
I have seen this great maiden by the bay

The flowers enveloping her sing in harmony with the bees
The trees bend their barks and their branches tease
The ne

Of Nerdiness and FandomsBeing a nerd is awesome
There's so much to explore
From manga to anime to gaming to cult shows
There's so much out there to enjoy.

Being a nerd is lonely
When there's no one who enjoys it too
At school, without a fandom peer

But...

Being a nerd is amazing
Because you're never really alone
There's so many out there who love what you do too
From fan fictions to art and even music too

Who cares about the haters
When we stick together

the eyepatch and the handcuffs     his hands have promised
     to wipe off every fingerprint
     your last lover left on you

     he has sworn he will
     wear gloves, when he needs to,
     and pay attention to the instructions on the boxes

     "this side up"
     and "fragile"

     and you have sworn
     you will try to let him

     i hear your bodies whispering these things to each ot

ScarsStanding in the shower
Skin turning redder

I stay still and soak it in
This water won't erase my sins

Scars stand out bright white
Burns and cuts all in sight

The real scars cannot be seen
They reside inside of me

I wonder if all I will be
is a creature scarred eternally?

R.I.P WordsDo you know what it feels like?
To feel something, but...
be unable to express what it is;
to be silent;
to fight it alone.

I know how much it hurts,
but I don't know how to show it.
Poetry used to be my refuge,
a place where I could be alone -
express all my emotions,
without being judged.

I'm losing it.
I can't connect to poetry.
Everything sounds so stupid...
Everything I write sounds stupid.
I have to erase all my feelings,
because they don't sound right.

The words aren't real.
They don't show what I feel
And maybe this will be the last.
Maybe I'm gone:
lost of all emotions.
I'm truly alone...
I used to have poetry.

Now I have not

Song: I loved youShe wears pink and I wear out.
You say its not like that, I'm about
ready to get up and shout
that I love you;

and nothing she could do or say
would make my heart look away,
it's only you who's gone astray,
'cos I loved you

You choose anything but me.
Not how this was meant to be.
Anything but me,
so what am I

what am I left with?

and I get that you are moving on
and it's me who don't belong
but I can't believe that its wrong
to still love you

an' now she's making up your bed,
the mem'ries locked up in my head;
I choose to live with them instead
'cos I love you.

You choose anything but me.
Not how this was meant to be.
Anything but me,

Magic.Magic.

The voices in the wind.
The shiver down your spine.
The sparkle in the eye.
The whispers in the trees
It is Magic.

Impossible.
Incredible.
Unimaginable.
Real.

The forgiveness out of anger.
The strength out of weakness.
The light from darkness.
The life out of death.
It is Magic.

Impossible
Incredible
Unimaginable
My wish.

WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasmines
and stardust mountains of silver and —

No.

Inkblot skeletons with paper mache
hearts, whose bones shall burn with one glance at the
sun; gravestones of blood diamonds and tears of thistles...

Harp strings ringing in grotesque harmony, screaming
for slender fingers to pluck and caress with devotion.

I want to write

gods

and

chaos.

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It swelled and breathed and scented the breeze like the dying petals of spring,
floating through open windowpanes and settling like dust on the empty shelves.
Sometimes it just appeared without visible entry like the cobwebs that roost in those corners you had thought so clean just a day ago. Or it unraveled in the morning dew and graced the cold spring skies, scattered like hundreds of wandering stars only visible in the light of a window.

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October EyesSuch gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades.
A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades.

Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies,
So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes.

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UntitledThere was something of the night, she would say, which had always frightened her.
It wasn't the moonless shadows or the strange prolixity of sounds, but the way the skyline would shatter just beyond the city's crest, as if proving to her childish mind that nothing is truly limitless. Not even the sky.

Abeo Solus

Flitting heartbeat, sparrow high,
twisting round the mountain's eye,
tracing breath of shattered skies
and filling velvet palms.

Falling sparrow, cry of stone,
wings of mist and powder bone
sipping, slipping from thy throne
within their crimson throng.

Treading now, beneath the clouds
As what was once so heaven bound
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And singing silent songs.

Fly no more, above the arcs
singing side thy fellow Larks
curl beneath their shadows dark
and sing your silent songs.

Your flitting heartbeat, Sparrow high,
now sings of silent songs.

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He would often catch the coursers of a newly printed page
or lock upon the wingspan of departing poetry.

But once the years corroded and the pages crumbled,
fantasizing was no longer enough

Soon he found that these shallow fabrications had all the depth
of a black and white page.

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the way you used to hold my hand;
fingers spaced between torn edges and
around undotted i's.
Guiding me away
from those gentle autumn leaves that
I had loved to crunch
so very much.
But instead, I stepped against the sunspots
of every promise you had broken
trying just to pull some meaning from a sentence
ending with "goodbye".
And when my eyes began to slide over the words you had misspelled,
I closed your note
and tore it into nothing.
Nothing but a sad reminder that once again you had cracked
like those gentle autumn leaves
that I had loved
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Human Nature

by ~HoldTheNoise, Jan 15, 2013, 7:34:40 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

When you are young, they will treat you with the softness of spring. They will guide you through the winter winds and over snowy hills, admiring the brilliance of your midday innocence; pulling daisies from the earth just to place them in your hair. And they will whisper to each other of how beautiful you are. When you grow older, they will treat you with the indifferences of autumn. They will urge you from the complacency of your own fleeting fulfillments, and they will watch your brilliance fade with the swiftness of the sky. You will shed your fragile childhood with the colors of the trees, and you will learn to face the winter winds without their guiding arms. And they will whisper to each other of how beautiful you are. When you are grown, they will treat you with the coldness of winter. They will leave you bare and naked before the ravenous wolves, expecting you to fend for your own forgotten brilliance, asking why you've kept those wilting daisies in your hair. They will whisper through the icy winds of how fortunate you are, to have one time danced and sung beneath the softness of the spring; to have one time lived with midday brilliance beaming from your face. and I swear that they will whisper of how beautiful you once were.

Human Natureby ~HoldTheNoise

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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Pianist: [link]
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~Sparky-Sumi Apr 10, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

This is gorgeous!! I love how it flows! I love how you incorporated seasons into it!
I just love it!

~HoldTheNoise Apr 11, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Oh thank you so much!! I'm glad you like it

`KathrynODriscoll Mar 5, 2013 Student Writer

Hey there, for #projecteducate this week we are exploring poetry forms. Myself, `thetaoofchaos and =AzizrianDaoXrak discussed Free Verse poetry here and featured this deviation. Just thought I'd let you know! Thanks.