black-cat-shining - Hello Poetry

Move down upon a hollow road Dreary wind’s gentle tap on your door The grey bird’s path in willow lanes Skeletons for evermore Or lest the snow falls on the ‘morrow And quiet drapes winter its sheet Keepsake my sparrow in the morning In memories ‘til spring we meet

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Jul 14, 2011

Jul 14, 2011 at 5:54 AM UTC

Quiver

Move down upon a hollow road Dreary wind’s gentle tap on your door The grey bird’s path in willow lanes Skeletons for evermore Or lest the snow falls on the ‘morrow And quiet drapes winter its sheet Keepsake my sparrow in the morning In memories ‘til spring we meet

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I want to bite the feathers off your back Rip away your veins and settle into mourning Like your blood tasted of pain I want to tear you, tease you all the day Pull, punch, rattle, shake and leave you all in bones And break, brake before the hurricane I want to teach you how to hear my name Shudder, tremble in fear and release into hiding Wait until your ghost appears I want to freeze your face in that position Expression twisted out and drop your wings before you Shout, shout but to no gain

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Jan 29, 2011

Jan 29, 2011 at 12:23 PM UTC

Bring on the Devil

I want to bite the feathers off your back Rip away your veins and settle into mourning Like your blood tasted of pain I want to tear you, tease you all the day Pull, punch, rattle, shake and leave you all in bones And break, brake before the hurricane I want to teach you how to hear my name Shudder, tremble in fear and release into hiding Wait until your ghost appears I want to freeze your face in that position Expression twisted out and drop your wings before you Shout, shout but to no gain

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What beautiful little words You spread across the page As if this call for empathy Could dispel your rage What dainty little lies You whisper in my ear As if this pause for apathy Somehow negates your fear What delicate little souls You lead onto the ice As if your hindsight sympathies Could currently suffice

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Nov 9, 2010

Nov 9, 2010 at 6:56 PM UTC

Critique

What beautiful little words You spread across the page As if this call for empathy Could dispel your rage What dainty little lies You whisper in my ear As if this pause for apathy Somehow negates your fear What delicate little souls You lead onto the ice As if your hindsight sympathies Could currently suffice

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I dropped my pocket four days ago I hardly noticed at the time But when I went to find your note I found it had been left behind Along with every untossed penny And clumps of tissue and twine Although in truth it was no great pocket Somehow I’d lost all that was mine

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Nov 8, 2010

Nov 8, 2010 at 9:23 PM UTC

Blue Jeans

I dropped my pocket four days ago I hardly noticed at the time But when I went to find your note I found it had been left behind Along with every untossed penny And clumps of tissue and twine Although in truth it was no great pocket Somehow I’d lost all that was mine

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A breath of whispers Cast me to your depths Rolling in that thunder gulch Midnight, why respire? Wake me with a splash Dawn and passive cry for mulch This excessive erosion Secret me your protections Trip wire designating unintended fault A dark of dream scare Toss me in your undulations Sapphire coagulating in that salt

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Sep 22, 2010

Sep 22, 2010 at 8:07 AM UTC

Drowning

A breath of whispers Cast me to your depths Rolling in that thunder gulch Midnight, why respire? Wake me with a splash Dawn and passive cry for mulch This excessive erosion Secret me your protections Trip wire designating unintended fault A dark of dream scare Toss me in your undulations Sapphire coagulating in that salt

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Cat sits behind cage Bored Man comes in Cat leaps up Tries to catch his coattails Snags his heart instead Cat sleeps on couch Content Man comes in Cat wakes up Swats away his gentle hand Signing it in red Cat hunts in field Brave Man comes out Cat pounces down Returns to comfort of house Victim having fled

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Jul 18, 2010

Jul 18, 2010 at 6:36 PM UTC

Cat Lives

Cat sits behind cage Bored Man comes in Cat leaps up Tries to catch his coattails Snags his heart instead Cat sleeps on couch Content Man comes in Cat wakes up Swats away his gentle hand Signing it in red Cat hunts in field Brave Man comes out Cat pounces down Returns to comfort of house Victim having fled

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I dance along the terrace That sits outside your soul On a perfect summer evening I laugh with the voice of daffodils That grow up in your garden And drink the blood from your veins I leap across the meadows That lie outside the wasteland You like to call your heart I cry with the boughs of willows That ring around the skull Where all your dark dreams spawn I swim through the memory Of a starry-eyed girl That is only found on cold winter nights

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Jul 18, 2010

Jul 18, 2010 at 6:34 PM UTC

One Step Further From Reality

I dance along the terrace That sits outside your soul On a perfect summer evening I laugh with the voice of daffodils That grow up in your garden And drink the blood from your veins I leap across the meadows That lie outside the wasteland You like to call your heart I cry with the boughs of willows That ring around the skull Where all your dark dreams spawn I swim through the memory Of a starry-eyed girl That is only found on cold winter nights

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I cannot touch your fog people They haunt me every night Sad smiles slipping from their faded lips There’s a moth drowning in the candlelight The velvet flour of its wings Dancing in the flames and casting shadows Over my sunken eyes I’m searching for your breathless But maybe that’s my problem Perhaps all they are is smoke and air There’s no moon tonight in this sinkhole sky The blackbirds have smothered her In their charcoal feathers as fireflies Pretend to form stars I can only remember your voice Ringing like elk-song in my ears When their dew point fingers brushed my heart There’s a silence that is pulling at my soul The soft glow from my chest Is being dragged over those unlit fields I walk alone I cannot touch your fog people They are not mine to see Sifting in between here and eternity There’s a scream echoing in my memories The desire to touch your mist Leaving hopeless footsteps that end abruptly And do not exist

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Jul 13, 2010

Jul 13, 2010 at 7:41 PM UTC

Not My Words to Hear (For J)

I cannot touch your fog people They haunt me every night Sad smiles slipping from their faded lips There’s a moth drowning in the candlelight The velvet flour of its wings Dancing in the flames and casting shadows Over my sunken eyes I’m searching for your breathless But maybe that’s my problem Perhaps all they are is smoke and air There’s no moon tonight in this sinkhole sky The blackbirds have smothered her In their charcoal feathers as fireflies Pretend to form stars I can only remember your voice Ringing like elk-song in my ears When their dew point fingers brushed my heart There’s a silence that is pulling at my soul The soft glow from my chest Is being dragged over those unlit fields I walk alone I cannot touch your fog people They are not mine to see Sifting in between here and eternity There’s a scream echoing in my memories The desire to touch your mist Leaving hopeless footsteps that end abruptly And do not exist

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The forest has been waiting for you Patient but forever it has Been quietly pining for you to return Its heartbeat's track of ballads The doe appears out of nowhere There's a screeching of wheels That's how I think of you A beauty the world is always narrowly missing The sky has been calling your name But you forgot how to listen Long ago you once joined feathers to clouds And in sunlight made them glisten The cat lurks in the shadows There's a midnight cast to her back That is how I think of you A haunting spirit with grace but no definition The sea has been forever taunting you Its crashes add to your fear The knowledge of that waterlogged creature Somewhere deep down there The breeze catches your hair There's a soft roll of thunder in the twilight That is how I think of you A gentle storm to rock a child to sleep

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Jul 12, 2010

Jul 12, 2010 at 9:15 PM UTC

Quiet From the Steps (For V)

The forest has been waiting for you Patient but forever it has Been quietly pining for you to return Its heartbeat's track of ballads The doe appears out of nowhere There's a screeching of wheels That's how I think of you A beauty the world is always narrowly missing The sky has been calling your name But you forgot how to listen Long ago you once joined feathers to clouds And in sunlight made them glisten The cat lurks in the shadows There's a midnight cast to her back That is how I think of you A haunting spirit with grace but no definition The sea has been forever taunting you Its crashes add to your fear The knowledge of that waterlogged creature Somewhere deep down there The breeze catches your hair There's a soft roll of thunder in the twilight That is how I think of you A gentle storm to rock a child to sleep

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I miss you Such simple words Full of pain Causing pain Shattering Like crystals upon A cold stone heart It’s simply That I can’t stand To be here So all I want Is to be there Logically **** What am I doing? So convincing The truth is The truth is The truth is I’m lost

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Jul 10, 2010

Jul 10, 2010 at 7:53 PM UTC

Take Me Out of Your Nightmare

I miss you Such simple words Full of pain Causing pain Shattering Like crystals upon A cold stone heart It’s simply That I can’t stand To be here So all I want Is to be there Logically **** What am I doing? So convincing The truth is The truth is The truth is I’m lost

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