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Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer

For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of

The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.

SpeakeasyI can feel you like a phantom,
sensation without touch,
like breath in winter
or a misty mountain morning
that stays with me
until the stars fall in evening.

Your eyes contain the secrets
your lips would dare to betray,
but your body tells the story
and I am trying
to read between the lines
of your paperback smiles.

A grazing touch, a covert glance,
the memories remain
as skin grows warm and red
beneath lying fingertips
that claim incidental contact
a thousand times a day.

Of course,
it's not the kind of thing we say
when we are speaking
without talking and feeling
without touching
and thinking without knowing...

all of the things

Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet

(you tell me to be
quiet,

dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)

tonight
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name

my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words

you tell me to be
quiet
so I can hear the world breathe)

I want to go home

Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.

We Can't Be Together.Every kiss you plant on my lips,
Takes a little bit of my soul away.

You're stealing the passion,
You're invading my heart,
And killing what emotion I've left untouched.
Stop this.
I can't love you.

I've tried to before,
Oh my god,
Have I tried.

Tried to unlock the doors to myself,
Tried to open up,
And let you in.
But as soon as I took one look,
Negativity took it's opportunity,
And struck the hot iron I'd been molding.

Every word you mutter
My knees falter under
You're killing me

You're my kryptonite
I'm your paradise
But in this odd peace that seems to be approaching
I can't find happiness.

We aren't meant to be together
But this

WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.

I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze

like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.

Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;

safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.

Poet as PainterThe world
Your dusty palette,
The pen
Your muddied paintbrush:

Dip into
The impossible
Colour
Of imagination

And stain
The pristine slate
With an
Image distilled.

with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
and sleep-heavy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
optic nerves,
and here you are:
facing a choice between
on
and
out.
and this?
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
weightless ache--
this is what
gone
feels like.

BoyfriendI thought you were good.

You WERE good.

You played with my hair.

You held me when I cried.

You were a gentleman.

You made me laugh.

You kissed me.

You loved me.

I loved you.

It was then that I learned the truth.

The dirty, rotten, stinking truth.

About you!

You cheated.

You played with her hair.

You kissed her.

You loved her.

You made her laugh.

I saw you – don’t you dare deny it.

I saw you giving her that love.

That same love you gave me.

I break up with you.

You don’t even seem to care.

Did you ever love me at all?

Or was it only ever her?

Much later, you’ll realize what a mistake you made.

I

Dry Spell I am immobilized by time.
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
fleeting,
evaporating
through the cracks of
my fingers and high

above my head.
I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
words,
silences,
or actions
could possibly satiate it.

I realize only now that it can never be filled:
all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
or stretched
so far
that it dissolves into non-being.
I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devo

You Don't Know ItYou don't know it, but you kept me sane
I nearly went over the edge
With a knife in one hand and a gun in the other
But you grabbed me
Pulled me back on my own two feet
Emptied my hands
And when you realized that I couldn't stand on my own
You hugged me
Like a mother would do for her child
Like a friend would do for, dare I say, another friend

You don't know it, but when you saved me
I felt free
I felt wanted
I felt needed
I felt, dare I say, loved

You don't know it, but when you showed me kindness
I fell in love
In love with your kindness
That same sweet kindness you saved me with
It felt like I found a new home
One that I could be, dare

untitledGold abundant at your feet,
Heart ripe and pumping on your sleeve,
And eternal admiration;
To say happiness has evaded you
Would be asylum-esque lunacy
For you have nothing to lose,
Fate is on your side,
The odds are in your favor infinitely
Do not waste the gift you’ve received

Pull Her Hair/Stare At The StarsThe ghosts have crashed their ship
on the other side of town,
you can see it from the second floor
all the way over here.
You can see the white clouds
rising from the wreck
and a nova of heat, a big bright
nova of warmth pulling the moths and wolves
out from the woods (with their noses up and searching).
You can smell the yearning like bees
leaving the hive, like the grizzly brown bears
on the jagged white mountains (concrete and imposing).
They call it fear,
but I see these ghosts
scrambling up into the sky
and I like to think it's
something different entirely.

When... But...When I was younger, we held hands and we had fun,
But now that I'm older, I see you and that's all gone.

When I was younger, I got hurt and you were there,
But now that I'm older, you're not there to pick me up.

When we were younger, we had our fun, we were friends,
When we were younger, I knew you and you knew me,
But now we're older, you're just one of those faces,
And now that we're older, we have drifted apart.

When I was younger, I looked to you and saw it all,
But now that I'm older, I'm just a broken record.

You're such a preety thing, and I'm not your lover,
Please don't forget, I remember those times together...

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SarahWhat a story that we could have told
A revolution that would have rocked the world
But the sun cycled through and nothing changed

You stomped out the flame before it could catch the world on fire
You told all your friends it was nothing but a minor thing
What else could I have done?

She pressed my lips and said this won't last long
I told her she tasted like summer and the difference between right and wrong
Then she put on her shoes and walked out

I found a moral in the short piece we wrote
Simply my best wasn't good enough
I tried to simplify the baroque
But it left me with me, not us

Not the right time, nor the right place
The

HillsideThe sun is setting, the bells are ringing
Have I aged too fast?
The seconds are ticking, their footprings are vibrating
Should I hold my ground?

I've been blind for so long now
Following your path
Its dead and overgrown
Tell me what this chase is all about

I'll ask you just one time so I'm sure
You answered with all your grandieur and allure

I'm yours baby, I'm yours
If you can find me
I'm hidden in plain sight
I'd love to hear your plea
Just tell me, tell me
What you want from me
Tell me, tell me
Only I can set you free

Don't look down, or to either side
Straight ahead is safe
My bones can feel it, my soul can see it
The

HiddenWhere you hiding my love, my girl
I want you now more than I ever have
I'll find you out there one day, my pearl
Gotta whole lot of time to make up for

So where do you run, where do you hide
You left me here, left me behind
I'm just a shell, just one lost soul
I kinda need the other half to my whole

Don't speak just yet
Enjoy the moment with me
Even gods stop to stare
We all make regrets
You just need belief
I'm stuck in this damn snare

So where do you run, where do you hide
Doin nothing here but wasting time
I'm just a man, just one loophole
I kinda need the other half to my whole

Here's What It Is (Pt. II)Dry a non-existent tear, it's not so bleak
I'm not so meek, you're not so weak

I'm searching, crawling, prowling
through thickets, foliage, darkness
It eludes
Ever transparent, ever undeniable
I hunt
an instinct
A final straw
Over and over it breaks the back
Never letting me forget what I lack
It sears
Bubbles and burns, but I persist
Tenacity controls, so much more than coexists

And I find myself so tired
But so it goes until the sun rises
Can I help the way that I'm hardwired
To cut all my ties

Conclusions drawn, easy to read as a book
It's not you, nor has it ever been
All fingers point back to me, just look
Open your

Here's What It Could Be (Pt. I)Intro

Below you'll find a three piece poem. It contains as many as my thoughts as I could put down comfortably, which does not mean its as many thoughts as I'd like to put down and expose. I feel that when light is shed on things it's much easier to see and thus understand what you're looking at. Which I find myself having trouble with often, for better or worse. I hope this clears up some of those things for me. In just digging through subconscious thoughts and uncovering musings and realizations associated with writing this, I already feel different. Not elated or enlightened necessarily, but different. And although different is not always

No SolaceNo change, no solace
I can't be free
Not when these chains are holding me in place
I can only dream
And awake to a losing race
I just want to forget
And let go of your ghost and your face

Oh, I can't even look at you
without free-falling right through
your smile and into your eyes blue
There's just one place I want to go to

It's right to you, but I can't

Had hope, lost faith
I don't know who I am
And I'm happy to sit back and wait
But its hard to know
Are you mine or did you forget our date
It's turmoil
I'm back to remembering your traits

Oh, I can't even look at you
without free-falling right through
your smile and your

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Little Somethings

by ~Church38, May 31, 2012, 7:00:16 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Optimism is a funny feeling
A funny way of saying you'll be left reeling
at the marvel of it all,
in the grand scheme of it, everything big or small
It's a coded message, a headache at first
but after realizing it could be worse
Often times the sky clears itself
just a little, to show you the blue and grey shelf
A reminder of how high you can climb
when you understand the power of your mind

Often times this magic gets overlooked
a boring cover adorning a beautiful book
There's nothing I can do or say to influence
nothing I can choose that wasn't ambiguous
I guess all this searching of myself
led to a discovery of better health
As hard as it is to think that it's just a glossing
distracting me from the storm thats costing me
Better not to introspect beyond visible sight though
lest you find something that might bring you back below

Little Somethingsby ~Church38

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Just a little poem I wrote. Nothing too special, I just wanted to write something

~rememberingthelights Jun 1, 2012

I like the first stanza more than the second. The second isn't far enough away from cliche. It's not bad though.
I like the line about the blue and grey shelf a lot(:

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