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Even Leaves Fall For You 
Gentle whispers
break
beneath a crest
of autumn leaves

capturing the fragments
of a drowsy
sunlit breeze

clipping velvet metaphors
to strewn
amongst the trees

just to
snag
the linen
of a darting sun rays
sleeve
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"
Her Musethese words are not poetry

swimming liquid fire through ashes

of dead phoenix veins.

no, they are rough and callused

with over use, their own faithless artists

spewing black tar from their lungs

in the hopes to one day breathe again.

nothing moves her.

she would rather scribble her heart out

on physical manifestations of her own reality-

on skin and bones she worships like a temple.  

"Write of me," he says, "right here."-

planting sun-stricken kisses  

along the hollow of her burning throat.

"I want to be where your heart sleeps."
I Found It.
A breeze washed over
the shivering hills
allowing them to rise and
fall
like a mothers gentle hush

Quieting the sun-rays
to curl within the drops of dew
and nestle atop the trees
catching flight
upon a beating butterfly
and dispersing amongst
spinning auburn creeks.

the wind gently tugged
at a mass of wild hair
Strays unraveling
as invisible
fingertips
danced through the
songbirds lullaby.

Fingers lost in buttercups
and eyes merely resting
where the sky meets the earth
laughing in colorful shades
and spinning
in the watery sunset.

I have found happiness.
It gets betterIt might not have been your day,
With the sky above turned all gray.
You might ask yourself why?
Sometimes it feels like you slightly die.

You carry this secret with you,
It might make you feel a bit blue.
You don't dare to tell another person,
Fearing your image might worsen.

Fearing of what they might think,
Fearing they might leave you in a blink
Thinking what you will say
When you will tell your parents you're gay

But the actual feeling when you tell,
Even if it might feel slightly like hell.
You know that you are now free,
And you know it will get better,
on that you can trust me.
InsomniaA miniature moon floats sleepily
atop my open window;
a drifting continent sifting
over shivering tree tops.
Watery clouds explore along the
broken crest of atoms,
fingers rolling in the shadows
of its dimensions.
My skewed sight steadily begins to
repaint the scattered stars and
one by one like raindrops,
they burst across the sky
Breathing down in thoughtful shafts
upon the inside of my eyelids.
I'm thankful to be an insomniac.
Soakeda rainbow
spectrum of
soft bruises
nestles in
the space
between her
fingertips
and heartbeat.
a silent reminder of
all the nights
she spent in
the solitude
of your
company.
ReversalsHere,
night bruises the sky
crimson instead of blue;
scarlet, vomit-drunk,
the sun hanging by a lynch-pin
warning the west with red, haggard eyes.
The moon is thinking of you,
blue, full up of water and wane
and insomnia stagnant as the
last few drops of vodka
in the basin of the last bottle,
undrinkable for a reason.

The reason is this:
here,
champagne makes the stars
blush and purl and fall,
flimsy as paper, to
the asphalt roads.
And when they are run over,
invasive plants grow up from the remains,
spindling forth like hyphens
sponged into genetic code,
siphoning the nutrients from
everything once, breathless,
above
The Little SeedThe Little Seed:

Little seed floating
Dreaming that he may blossom
Drowned by the currents

-Chen Yuan Wen, Unofficial Release
pumpkins, pogo-sticks, and lip-to-lip
dear october.

the leaves haven't fallen yet.
maybe this year, they will not.
i am sick of things dying prettier than they live.

i am walking streets full of dead carcasses
and making sure to step on them to feel the bones crack
beneath my feet and it makes me feel powerful
and alive and deadly and beautiful.

i am three months away from january
and my unfulfilled new year's resolution is still
sitting heavily on my collarbone, trickling down my ribs
melting into the soles of my shoes.

last year, i celebrated the new year in my friend's friend's apartment
in india and two minutes after the countdown was over,
people set off fire
if the moon was a hot air ballooni would be first in line
to purchase a ticket.

i would bring a jar of fireflies
to release into the stars
and scatter moon dust
in the bottoms of my boots
so i would be always be
walking on dreams.

i would sing to the sun
and knit jumpers out of clouds—
each carefully hemmed
with a silver lining
made of a native american's
sterling pearl hair.

after all,
if the moon was a balloon
and the sky was our ocean
i would be the grain of sand
caught between a salmon's gills.

on my journey,
my eyes would be telescopes
and my hands, compasses
as i hear the lone wolf howling to me,
crying out to his ancestors
in the plaintiv
N o v ai.
This distance between us
is devouring my lungs.
I'm left here gasping,
trying to suture back together
all the broken nights-
the cigarette burns in my bedsheets.

ii.
I'm tracing maps on my limbs,
and I'm painting black holes on my palms,
pressing them into letters
left on my nightstand
untouched and unread.

iii.
I keep telling myself
none of this is about you.
But I'm reaching for empty galaxies
as I try to remember what it felt like
to be one of a binary star.

iv.
Light-years away, and I'm here-
just another nova on your ceiling,
searching this vast universe for you.
She has the moon in her eyes.But, this body is a black hole,
a hollowed out womb-
and these palms are sandpaper
thin and bleeding a silent stigmata.

"Not yet ripe to fall from her bed,
too young to understand her own limbs-"

She folds back July's origami skin,
wishing for the warmth of winters kiss.
She is a raven heart, thumping wildly
against the whispers of vintage lips.

Her bed is empty,
but the sheets are red.
In The Garden

The sunlight threw its hair across the peeling iron fence
Bathing rosebud domes in deep vanilla shades

Katydids clicked their thighs as moonbeamed moths ducked
Taking shelter beneath shadowed petal veils

I kissed the pale dawn, leaping over iron fence
My barefoot soles left yellow streaks across the silver stones

In the shadow of a sparrow I kept the garden path
One by one the slender trees curtsied as I passed

The liquid honey sunlight filtered through the Autumn dawn
And here I spent my afternoon, Dreaming winters gone

The End
Berlinyou were my five day summer.
I fell in love with the maze of your veins
and the hum of your heartbeat. I lost vital
parts of me between the brick of your
walls, and yet I found myself a thousand
times in the tangle of your stories and the
gravel of your skin.

you whispered secrets in my hair and
I laughed like ice cream, and all the
scents and all the flavors that you taught
me are now nacreous pigments in my
larynx.

it's in your hold that I was sent to sleep
with exhaustion dripping from my lips
and satisfaction nestled in my limbs.
I came to you to escape from the things
that have settled deep
inside my bones,

and I c
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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
We Dreamed Of Silver Sails

Remember those winters by the lake so long ago?
We were bundled in cotton and swaddled in snow.
Soft naked footprints 'cross paralyzed sea.
The breath of our skin left a pathway of steam.

Like music box figures, we'd spin on ten toes.
Our breath fogged the walls of our hourglass dome.    
Folding our secrets like white paper swans,
we kissed them with wax and we locked them in jars.

The trees were our fortress. The sky was our home.
Our ink splattered fingers carved hearts in the stone.
We fashioned red kites 'round the waist of our wrists.
They left for us tails through the rings of cream mist.

We laughed an
In The Garden

The sunlight threw its hair across the peeling iron fence
Bathing rosebud domes in deep vanilla shades

Katydids clicked their thighs as moonbeamed moths ducked
Taking shelter beneath shadowed petal veils

I kissed the pale dawn, leaping over iron fence
My barefoot soles left yellow streaks across the silver stones

In the shadow of a sparrow I kept the garden path
One by one the slender trees curtsied as I passed

The liquid honey sunlight filtered through the Autumn dawn
And here I spent my afternoon, Dreaming winters gone

The End

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Rain Rain

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Time dipped its frozen fingertips
in the waters of my bones,
wringing them dry of once purple skies
and smoothing away gentle grooves of nostalgia;
a topless render to my optimistic lens.

The sky began to fade like a freshly broken bruise:
Red, orange, yellow, green, purple, black, white.
a pallet of sour syllables that settled in my teeth
& festered deep within the crooked corners of my mouth,
occasional expressions pulsing through uncharted steam.

Bitterly dissolving like the powder of an hourglass
It drips like dew across my window &
nestles in the crooks, the kind of way a comma
hugs the corners of an 'n'.

rain, go away.

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©2012-2013 ~HoldTheNoise
Category: Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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Mood: Adoration ~FallingStarXIV Aug 20, 2012
I love this...
I want to write poetry like this! <3
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Mood: Love ~HoldTheNoise Aug 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Aww, anyone can if they put their minds to it!! :aww:
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~FallingStarXIV Aug 21, 2012
Yeah, I guess the key is to keep trying... :)
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~HoldTheNoise Aug 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
yepyep! :aww:
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~jikivigoig Aug 16, 2012
Beautiful imagery. All of the words seem to fit together just right.
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~HoldTheNoise Aug 16, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much~!! :blowkiss:
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!Musicobsesser102 Aug 15, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Your writing just falls off the tongue. It's so easy to read. It's really dreamy and descriptive and flowy and I can't get enough of it <3
This is really amazing.
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Mood: Love ~HoldTheNoise Aug 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Ahh, thank you thank you~ :dummy: I really appreciate it~!! :blowkiss:
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!Im-Here-For-You Aug 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
This is very deep and well thought out... I love it...
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Mood: Love ~HoldTheNoise Aug 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for reading!! I'm glad you liked it~ :w00t:
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