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the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.

i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;

i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)

and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
elsewhere.
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
leav

He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.

The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.

But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a

PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink

A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint

SurelyIt was raining
when we kissed for the first time,
for the last time.

Thin rivulets
sunk into the shrunken space
between our bodies
and divided us
like nothing could before,
like everything will
from now
until that never again
when we will
see each other once more,
no more.

Your eyes were
that bewitching shade
of dull brown blue
with all of the light darkness
whirling
in a placid pond
around a pupil
overflowing with vacancy,
and me
and my frowning smile.

The winter heat
fell like a rising tide
and,
for our every breath
was another death
so black and full of life --
embracing our boiled ice skin
as we drew apart,
came together and broke free

Onceyour beauty lies restless behind those
hills, where you fought valiantly. and
the man you once were was brave and kind,
but now you are possessed by a passenger
of darkness, whispering words of your
loneliness.

the man you once were is forgotten, and
the man you are today, is only a ghost, a
shadow, of what you were before.

Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,
their dreams condemned to ashes,
and our restless bodies stretch,
for forgiveness, for direction –

survivors of the abyss,
amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –
so many dead, so many maimed,

how many graves are we standing on, today?

we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.

I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way

(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not

the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding

we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
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Life, Death And A Pork Chop SandwichAll tangled up, hard to breathe
This steel cloud day that swirls
With heat and pounding hammers
I shake in my boots and cough up
Blood, rust and damaged flesh
Waiting for the second coming
Maybe next time around there'll be
Some chance for more than this

A twisted barbed wire halo
Wrapped tight around my skull
Blinding white light aura
Swarming with flies I'm flying
To pieces, thousands of shards
Cannot be brought back together
But I will remember the summer
Of my first Chevrolet in each bit

Gleaming bits of glass in the desert
Each reflecting a different moment
Still, now, enduring until the waves
Of a new ocean sweep them away
No pain

SisterSister

A sister is like a soul mate;
Someone who is always there
to guide me through fate.

A sister is,
a part of childhood that I cannot erase;
A sister like you,
is one that I would never replace
because you always know how to
put a smile on my face.

I know I can depend on you
to always be there for me;
This is one hundred percent guaranteed!

I've had great memories with you
in the past;
and I hope there are many more
to come,
in the future.

FossilizedLiving proof of fossils alive,
and no horseshoe-crab am I.

Nor, inhabitable harsh compression of plates,
residing under humid marsh-scapes.

I mold into the walls, as chalky old coal.
But I am no mineral, no era.
I am not, Mesozoic.

Through the ages
Iron
Bronze
silver, gold and heroic.

I remain a still-life; and no Iduna's apples would retain my youth
No magic fountains, or time devices, or wrist watches.
I am the machine of time.
The watcher, omnipotent, the wise.

But

no God am I

Somewhere, sweet tangy sap trolleys down cracked bark.
Somewhere, celestial bodies erupt unseen.
Somewhere, a abrupt breeze blows overturned bi-cycle tire

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

Pretty little things called words and dustif you weren't a hypocrite,
you'd be wrapped in the sweetest
perfumes
(learning
how to engulf the ocean
with your lungs
and think of how to cup it
in your hands
despite
your broken prayers and
still be beautiful)

dance with the gypsies
'till noon
(a quake in
your hips like the thrust
of continents
and the faultlines
emanating from
your spine,
but still
so, so graceful)

sing with the nymphs
in tune
(your voice,
it's growing old,
raspy even.
your throat's burning dry
like a monsoon
faltering in a desert,

and tones
still octaves
powerful)

be nestled in a king's arms
soon
(oh, you precious
little thing.
how

HorsepowerHorsepower

There’s a knife turnin in my soft parts
And heat burnin my mind on hard starts
The motors runnin but I lost the wheel
Just want it to be numb don’t wanna feel
Take two steps back and put it in park
Before I leave scarred up black marks
I need a u-turn on this highway
But can’t go back on the by-way
So look ahead, the pavement goes on
Break the rear-view mirror it’s gone
Contemplate
Reiterate
Put it in drive
And say goodbye
Let’s see how fast this bitch can fly

-Cygam7

nightmarethe foxes are at your bedside and singing--
feversongs,
songs of boiling thoughts
and broken muscles.
their lullabyes.
they sneak so quiet, and
somehow,
you can't quite
dream
anymore.

Lost In ConfusionMy mind is spinning without a rest
emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?

The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.
I don't understand, what is going on...

Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A rollercoaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this ?

I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noisies echo in my min

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Some doors should never.......Some doors should never be opened...

I am done pretending he is gone... opening the cage, the monster has returned.
The creature that has haunted countless souls, leaving them scorched and burned.
I am the creature that filled you with fright as a child.
I am the footsteps you hear, when walking all alone and your mind goes wild.
I am the thing that laughs when you scream.
I am your fear when looking into the shadows... I live unseen.

The feeling you get when something brushes your arm and no one is there...
That is me behind you as you turn too stare.
I am the cold breath that you feel on the back of your hair...
Oh how it flows so

The TaintedSo cold, how does it still beat?
So cold, how can love still give,
it no heat?
It has become dark and black,
frozen inside.
Oh, how I wished your love would,
rain down like a summer's sun.

I should have known this could not be.
That not even an angels love,
could free the frozen hell that now lives
in me.

To hell with them preaching that their,
love will set you free.
If this was true, then with all of my faith,
they still dare not come close to me.

False promises of a love so warm,
that will unfreeze the coldest of hearts.
Cold blood still flows in these veins.
A soul frozen, engulfs a heart that
still slowly

S.O.S SOS

In my darkest of hours,
You are there showing me love and care...
All of my pain you have tried to bear;
With your love a dark angel was born.
Swearing to love and protect you
From all that torn your hope and dreams.
With what dark love I hold in my heart
Let it quite you're your silent screams.

Countless times have I held you in my arms,
Always will I take all of fears and alarms,
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Through Eyes Unseen

by ~HellsAssassin, Jun 2, 2011, 1:27:27 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Through Eyes Unseen

Blinded they only see what they are told.
Never knowing the truth they are allowed to grow unchecked and to bold.
Freedoms taken once absolute;
With pride we held true grasping as they slip from what we no longer hold.

They cry with tears of sorrow and pain.
Oh how blind have we grown, now so vain.
The masses follow lies generated by the few.
With glutinous blindness false truths they see what a glowing box says is true.
They cry with tears of sorrow and pain.

Mother of Liberty, Father of Freedom allow your children too dry your tears.
Mother shine your light, opening eyes that refuse to see.
Father teach them of our true freedoms, removing their blind fears.
You have shielded us now we shall shield you in your time of need; our voices will ring out we are free.

With voices of free people will deafen the lies of corrupt leaders, media slaves.
They wish to lay us in our shallow graves.
We the awakened with waver, we will not let freedom and liberty fall.
Regaining their strength, like giants they will stand tall.

Our country we love our government we can never trust.
With reports of false threats you demand for our freedoms and liberties we must.
NO we will shout; you will no longer control us by a private false currency.
NO we will shout; no longer will we stand for the terror you create.
No we will shout; no longer will listen to your messages of blind hate.
They cry with tears of sorrow and pain.
Let them live in the prisons they built.
Exposing their tyranny and shame,
Let them eat and drink the same poisons they feed to us.
Strip their wealth and rob their fame;
Let them see how it feels to be oppressed.
Now bound by the chains they tried to use to enslave us.
They cry with tears of sorrow and pain.

"We the people" will restore freedom and liberty and become once again
A beacon for all the worlds corrupt to see.

Through Eyes Unseenby ~HellsAssassin

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I made this in the hopes of opening a few eyes to what is happening in America at this moment if you do not understand then I will be more than happy to explain.

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*chryssalis Jun 4, 2011

Strong!Wonderful!

~HellsAssassin Jun 20, 2011 Writer

thank you very much

~007Balel Jun 3, 2011 Student Writer

I really enjoyed reading it..
The imagery of the people's suffering,
And the strength of standing up for justice.
Well done on this poem.
You handled the topic with great care.

~HellsAssassin Jun 3, 2011 Writer

Thank you sir

~007Balel Jun 4, 2011 Student Writer

Welcome

~HellsAssassin Jun 21, 2011 Writer

~ArtBennyRGrau Jun 2, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

do you mean in the second line first stanza
"and to bold" or "and too bold"
I liked it. Good anti establishment verses. It sounds like true patriotism. Like the REAL Uncle Sam
calling Bull-spit on what America has become. The PR representatives , public communications and mass media trying to
bank on fragmented ideals that go nowhere , making good intentions and real standpoints into cash-cow trends
and said things allow trash like reality TV to thrive, and any antagonist with nothing but complaints to brainwash the youth
into hating with out reason, complaining with out offering any real solutions and seeking a negative solution to what a compromise
can easily fix.

now the critique and I hope you plz dont feel mad at me for it. : it would be an insult to you if I just said whatever and
not asked cuz some stuff confused me in the way you wrote it. Maybe its cuz I am not used to reading poetry.
please explain "We the awakened with waver" the structure I mean
"Our country we love our government we can never trust."
I think the DA system for text changes the structure :/
did you mean?
"Our country we love,
our government we can never trust."
"Now bound by the chains they tried too use to enslave us." third line before last in last stanza
the structure of "too uses to" I don't understand.
is it like saying "Now they too are bound by the chains which they used to enslave us"?

please hide this comment after you read it cuz I feel it is annoying to have it here,
if not you can ignore it and hide it all the same. I write it cuz you asked critique.

~HellsAssassin Jun 3, 2011 Writer

grow unchecked and to bold.
Unfortunatly my grammar sucks so I am not sure which "to" to use here. It is meant to show the corrupt have been left unchecked for far to long.
"We the awakened with waver"
Oops major typo it should say "We the awakened without waver"
Meaning as the few stand to protect freedom and liberty will never give into their corruption we will not waver in our fight never give up we will go on until the end and we will win in the end.

"Our country we love,
our government we can never trust."
"Now bound by the chains they tried too use to enslave us." third line before last in last stanza
the structure of "too uses to" I don't understand.
is it like saying "Now they too are bound by the chains which they used to enslave us"?

I like this question

"Our country we love, our government we can never trust."
This is some thing personal to me I love my country in the same way I love my family and Vicki. My government can go to HELL 90% of America's elected officials including Barry Saronto A.K.A. Obama our illegal president are puppets for the "elite". They have gone away from the ideals that made America the beacon for freedom and prosperity of the world.
They have turned their backs on liberty and constitutional freedoms.
"Now bound by the chains they tried too use to enslave us."
You are right in your interpretation of the line.

~ArtBennyRGrau Jun 3, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

I always thought that the president is an overpaid meatpuppet for
the senate's agendas and the pay off individuals that finance their campaigns.

thanks for clarifying the lines. My main confusion was the structuring
because it threw the flow of what you were saying off and my mind felt it had to stop to
figure out what the sentence was saying. I getthe meaning but it was the way it was structured
but I am sure that is an easy fix and the message isnt drowned out all the same

check this out though
In Puerto Rico a senator nicked "EL Chuchin" went aroudn paying 6k to a bimbo skin slut
to access him on how to dress, and had a party with several of these women during teh Bday of
a family member. next appears out of the blue with a Bentley. quite expensive. The guy joked it was a gift
and kept on lying about it because he is not allowed to accept gifts... this crap goes on all the time
everywehere like the recession bit. I dont buy how its being handled i cant help but feel that
invisible hands are screwing us all over.
pff My country is an ally and a colony of the US and yet we arent allowed to vote... hence
Obamamessiah douchebag was gonna be here for 2 hours
2 friggin hours!!!!!!!! thats tax money missspent on a trip he has little time for...

~HellsAssassin Jun 21, 2011 Writer

Alex Jones a guy I listen to talked about that the other day because Obama was going to pay yawl a visit.

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