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"splinter" poems
ground zero i become aware of boundaries i am a dog chasing cars i sing your voicemail to sleep there are no surgeon general warnings to tell me that *the objects in the mirror are more depressed than they appear* so how do i tell you that there are parts of my life that move slower without you in them? or that i look for you every day in emails & unanswered calls in the sunrises i didn't choose to be awake to watch that i sometimes still stare at doorways hoping you would walk through them    stage 1 you tell your new lover you've got a splinter and they pull the sound of your body falling asleep on mine out of your fingertip    stage 2 your new lover says something at dinner that makes you choke so they call 911 & the paramedics do the hymleich not knowing you would ***** our promises all over the the restaurant    stage 3 your new lover surprises you by cleaning the house & washes the shirt you kept next to the bed, not knowing it was the last thing you had that smelled like me after people always ask what was loving her like? after a really long silence i just say "it must be nice" but i never say it's watching paint dry i never say it's a window seat in hell i don't tell anyone about the dreams where i am reading you bedtime stories each one is a different way you die & every time i can never save you dreams where what i think are angels in my bedroom are just homeless versions of myself you never loved i have dreams where i pay someone to shoot me just to see if you would cry just to see if you would cradle my body i don't tell people that loving you is like playing piano for someone who can't hear that it's hitting repeat on my favorite song & forgetting the words every time it starts over that it's finding out there's no milk after you already poured yourself a bowl of cereal it's getting locked in the dark & being told to look on the bright side that loving you is like being reminded of what it felt like the first time you accidentally let go of a balloon as a child it's drowning without the water it's the feeling you get when you start to dance & the song ends
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
TomLeveille
stages of detachment
ground zero i become aware of boundaries i am a dog chasing cars i sing your voicemail to sleep there are no surgeon general warnings to tell me that *the objects in the mirror are more depressed than they appear* so how do i tell you that there are parts of my life that move slower without you in them? or that i look for you every day in emails & unanswered calls in the sunrises i didn't choose to be awake to watch that i sometimes still stare at doorways hoping you would walk through them    stage 1 you tell your new lover you've got a splinter and they pull the sound of your body falling asleep on mine out of your fingertip    stage 2 your new lover says something at dinner that makes you choke so they call 911 & the paramedics do the hymleich not knowing you would ***** our promises all over the the restaurant    stage 3 your new lover surprises you by cleaning the house & washes the shirt you kept next to the bed, not knowing it was the last thing you had that smelled like me after people always ask what was loving her like? after a really long silence i just say "it must be nice" but i never say it's watching paint dry i never say it's a window seat in hell i don't tell anyone about the dreams where i am reading you bedtime stories each one is a different way you die & every time i can never save you dreams where what i think are angels in my bedroom are just homeless versions of myself you never loved i have dreams where i pay someone to shoot me just to see if you would cry just to see if you would cradle my body i don't tell people that loving you is like playing piano for someone who can't hear that it's hitting repeat on my favorite song & forgetting the words every time it starts over that it's finding out there's no milk after you already poured yourself a bowl of cereal it's getting locked in the dark & being told to look on the bright side that loving you is like being reminded of what it felt like the first time you accidentally let go of a balloon as a child it's drowning without the water it's the feeling you get when you start to dance & the song ends
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The pieces of me Were falling through the cracks The pieces of me Shattered from the past These pieces I've Been missing so long You've put them back Where they belong In your shirt pocket Grazing your chest Where those pieces are safe And can be loved best You've found those shards Where someones thrown them away You're now who will Keep them safe Be careful because My thinly severed parts Hardly resemble What once was a heart They may embed Themselves within And splinter you with Broken passion I may not give you all of me But I can share my pieces A bite of me is all you need The bite that never ceases
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Aug 20, 2011
Aug 20, 2011 at 2:26 AM UTC
bobbie-longo
An Offering of the Heart
The pieces of me Were falling through the cracks The pieces of me Shattered from the past These pieces I've Been missing so long You've put them back Where they belong In your shirt pocket Grazing your chest Where those pieces are safe And can be loved best You've found those shards Where someones thrown them away You're now who will Keep them safe Be careful because My thinly severed parts Hardly resemble What once was a heart They may embed Themselves within And splinter you with Broken passion I may not give you all of me But I can share my pieces A bite of me is all you need The bite that never ceases
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Sunday sermons are spilling on the inner city streets through the green heaps and brown bags through the downtown whisperers and sage solitude souls Army bands prepare for march (their trench members filling packs with canister and cane) the high command and tricked militia head pinned quick on the look for splinter, lorry and skuttle Traffic patterns change at the COP connect camouflage bearers break formal stride battle men slip between colorful floats unsuspecting slumlords (vein pricked and weary) grin in their second suite dying rooms Twitching men and rubbernecks sit discreetly on the corner wall JJ and the chief revere a 21 gun salute holy rollers raise cheer (in a moment of silence) chess men hold steady with ivory cues Flames belt from the distant foundry streets come alive with crackle and dust members of the attic group glance down from their perch an elderly man in a straight jacket (happy in the now) sits solemnly with a cold reflective stare It’s not far from the steely mud holes from the flying fragments and sharp broken dreams from the arsenal digs and madmen (who quietly turned the ***** the ivy trellis and flowing white gown are a nocturne fit for this elevated rolling highland
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC
ck-baker
James Street Parade
Sunday sermons are spilling on the inner city streets through the green heaps and brown bags through the downtown whisperers and sage solitude souls Army bands prepare for march (their trench members filling packs with canister and cane) the high command and tricked militia head pinned quick on the look for splinter, lorry and skuttle Traffic patterns change at the COP connect camouflage bearers break formal stride battle men slip between colorful floats unsuspecting slumlords (vein pricked and weary) grin in their second suite dying rooms Twitching men and rubbernecks sit discreetly on the corner wall JJ and the chief revere a 21 gun salute holy rollers raise cheer (in a moment of silence) chess men hold steady with ivory cues Flames belt from the distant foundry streets come alive with crackle and dust members of the attic group glance down from their perch an elderly man in a straight jacket (happy in the now) sits solemnly with a cold reflective stare It’s not far from the steely mud holes from the flying fragments and sharp broken dreams from the arsenal digs and madmen (who quietly turned the ***** the ivy trellis and flowing white gown are a nocturne fit for this elevated rolling highland
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*erstwhile a halcyon extant universe incessantly ceaseless cradled itself in hues of violet phosphorescence laced with cobalt shimmering stars perpetually whole it nonetheless sought to know itself encompassing all that is bubbling over in effervescent ebullience intertwined with indescribable catastrophic splendor it shattered into tens of millions of splinters of eloquent efflorescent light shining in the night each splinter heretofore imbued with sempiternal felicity began to conjure sumptuous dulcet elixirs furtively seeking out savory emollients to mollify the pique of separation plummeting they fell into monstrous competition seeking demesne they lost the purpose of gaining awareness and intelligent consciousness surreptitious estrangement overflowed deluging them in excruciating agony thus an epiphany was born the carving of the beleaguered fragments inked with tremendous pain created a transfiguration of splinters to crystals hence enlightenment commenced as the gems magnetized together constructing a world where omnipotence shines the ineffable beauty formed by the reintegration of crystals far exceeds the original as they dazzle with universal light bursting from diamonds etched in deep wisdom flooding the firmament with kaleidoscopic rainbow strobes cascading the sky ©2016janetaylor
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May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
jane-taylor
crystals of light
*erstwhile a halcyon extant universe incessantly ceaseless cradled itself in hues of violet phosphorescence laced with cobalt shimmering stars perpetually whole it nonetheless sought to know itself encompassing all that is bubbling over in effervescent ebullience intertwined with indescribable catastrophic splendor it shattered into tens of millions of splinters of eloquent efflorescent light shining in the night each splinter heretofore imbued with sempiternal felicity began to conjure sumptuous dulcet elixirs furtively seeking out savory emollients to mollify the pique of separation plummeting they fell into monstrous competition seeking demesne they lost the purpose of gaining awareness and intelligent consciousness surreptitious estrangement overflowed deluging them in excruciating agony thus an epiphany was born the carving of the beleaguered fragments inked with tremendous pain created a transfiguration of splinters to crystals hence enlightenment commenced as the gems magnetized together constructing a world where omnipotence shines the ineffable beauty formed by the reintegration of crystals far exceeds the original as they dazzle with universal light bursting from diamonds etched in deep wisdom flooding the firmament with kaleidoscopic rainbow strobes cascading the sky ©2016janetaylor
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Blameless as daylight I stood looking At a field of horses, necks bent, manes blown, Tails streaming against the green Backdrop of sycamores. Sun was striking White chapel pinnacles over the roofs, Holding the horses, the clouds, the leaves Steadily rooted though they were all flowing Away to the left like reeds in a sea When the splinter flew in and stuck my eye, Needling it dark. Then I was seeing A melding of shapes in a hot rain: Horses warped on the altering green, Outlandish as double-humped camels or unicorns, Grazing at the margins of a bad monochrome, Beasts of oasis, a better time. Abrading my lid, the small grain burns: Red cinder around which I myself, Horses, planets and spires revolve. Neither tears nor the easing flush Of eyebaths can unseat the speck: It sticks, and it has stuck a week. I wear the present itch for flesh, Blind to what will be and what was. I dream that I am Oedipus. What I want back is what I was Before the bed, before the knife, Before the brooch-pin and the salve Fixed me in this parenthesis; Horses fluent in the wind, A place, a time gone out of mind.
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Sylvia Plath
The Eye-Mote
Blameless as daylight I stood looking At a field of horses, necks bent, manes blown, Tails streaming against the green Backdrop of sycamores. Sun was striking White chapel pinnacles over the roofs, Holding the horses, the clouds, the leaves Steadily rooted though they were all flowing Away to the left like reeds in a sea When the splinter flew in and stuck my eye, Needling it dark. Then I was seeing A melding of shapes in a hot rain: Horses warped on the altering green, Outlandish as double-humped camels or unicorns, Grazing at the margins of a bad monochrome, Beasts of oasis, a better time. Abrading my lid, the small grain burns: Red cinder around which I myself, Horses, planets and spires revolve. Neither tears nor the easing flush Of eyebaths can unseat the speck: It sticks, and it has stuck a week. I wear the present itch for flesh, Blind to what will be and what was. I dream that I am Oedipus. What I want back is what I was Before the bed, before the knife, Before the brooch-pin and the salve Fixed me in this parenthesis; Horses fluent in the wind, A place, a time gone out of mind.
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Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters - I've a Tale to tell. Little Birds are feeding Justices with jam, Rich in frizzled ham: Rich, I say, in oysters Haunting shady cloisters - That is what I am. Little Birds are teaching Tigresses to smile, Innocent of guile: Smile, I say, not smirkle - Mouth a semicircle, That's the proper style! Little Birds are sleeping All among the pins, Where the loser wins: Where, I say, he sneezes When and how he pleases - So the Tale begins. Little Birds are writing Interesting books, To be read by cooks: Read, I say, not roasted - Letterpress, when toasted, Loses its good looks. Little Birds are playing Bagpipes on the shore, Where the tourists snore: "Thanks!" they cry. "'Tis thrilling! Take, oh take this shilling! Let us have no more!" Little Birds are bathing Crocodiles in cream, Like a happy dream: Like, but not so lasting - Crocodiles, when fasting, Are not all they seem! Little Birds are choking Baronets with bun, Taught to fire a gun: Taught, I say, to splinter Salmon in the winter - Merely for the fun. Little Birds are hiding Crimes in carpet-bags, Blessed by happy stags: Blessed, I say, though beaten - Since our friends are eaten When the memory flags. Little Birds are tasting Gratitude and gold, Pale with sudden cold: Pale, I say, and wrinkled - When the bells have tinkled, And the Tale is told.
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Lewis Carroll
Little Birds
Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters - I've a Tale to tell. Little Birds are feeding Justices with jam, Rich in frizzled ham: Rich, I say, in oysters Haunting shady cloisters - That is what I am. Little Birds are teaching Tigresses to smile, Innocent of guile: Smile, I say, not smirkle - Mouth a semicircle, That's the proper style! Little Birds are sleeping All among the pins, Where the loser wins: Where, I say, he sneezes When and how he pleases - So the Tale begins. Little Birds are writing Interesting books, To be read by cooks: Read, I say, not roasted - Letterpress, when toasted, Loses its good looks. Little Birds are playing Bagpipes on the shore, Where the tourists snore: "Thanks!" they cry. "'Tis thrilling! Take, oh take this shilling! Let us have no more!" Little Birds are bathing Crocodiles in cream, Like a happy dream: Like, but not so lasting - Crocodiles, when fasting, Are not all they seem! Little Birds are choking Baronets with bun, Taught to fire a gun: Taught, I say, to splinter Salmon in the winter - Merely for the fun. Little Birds are hiding Crimes in carpet-bags, Blessed by happy stags: Blessed, I say, though beaten - Since our friends are eaten When the memory flags. Little Birds are tasting Gratitude and gold, Pale with sudden cold: Pale, I say, and wrinkled - When the bells have tinkled, And the Tale is told.
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my bones stick out so much I should feel good like fat like privilege and power but these things are fleeting like my body like the conversion I had with you I never meant to bring up semi truck cabs artist’s sketch tables I only meant to move you into the city like a good friend like a walk in the park or a trust fall into the pool blues I say this is the strife they sing about and everyone loves it and eats it with peanuts allergies? no thank you. green smoothies? no thank you. a good morning text? well, maybe if I still like you if I can still stand to be in the same room with myself to go bowling to go on hikes to meditate all these things I hate and my bones they’re smooth and splinter when bitten and my bones they glow like uranium in the mirror good morning blow good morning blush good morning white boy good morning, Andrew
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May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC
KingPanda
morning
my bones stick out so much I should feel good like fat like privilege and power but these things are fleeting like my body like the conversion I had with you I never meant to bring up semi truck cabs artist’s sketch tables I only meant to move you into the city like a good friend like a walk in the park or a trust fall into the pool blues I say this is the strife they sing about and everyone loves it and eats it with peanuts allergies? no thank you. green smoothies? no thank you. a good morning text? well, maybe if I still like you if I can still stand to be in the same room with myself to go bowling to go on hikes to meditate all these things I hate and my bones they’re smooth and splinter when bitten and my bones they glow like uranium in the mirror good morning blow good morning blush good morning white boy good morning, Andrew
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a thing most new complete fragile intense, which wholly trembling memory undertakes —your kiss,the little pushings of flesh,makes my body sorry when the minute moon is a remarkable splinter in the quick of twilight ….or if sunsets utters one unhurried muscled huge chromatic fist skilfully modeling silence —to feel how through the stopped entire day horribly and seriously thrills the moment of enthusiastic space is a little wonderful, and say Perhaps her body touched me;and to face suddenly the lighted living hills
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E. E. Cummings
A Thing Most New Complete Fragile Intense
a thing most new complete fragile intense, which wholly trembling memory undertakes —your kiss,the little pushings of flesh,makes my body sorry when the minute moon is a remarkable splinter in the quick of twilight ….or if sunsets utters one unhurried muscled huge chromatic fist skilfully modeling silence —to feel how through the stopped entire day horribly and seriously thrills the moment of enthusiastic space is a little wonderful, and say Perhaps her body touched me;and to face suddenly the lighted living hills
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Strong and resolute, it stands seeking with claw-like limbs for sunlight and raindrops. Leaves, crimson and gold slip from trailing branches coming to rest on frozen ground. Whispering and sighing the great oak bends and sways in the icy wind. Roots, beneath the surface delve deep down growing strengthening as ages pass-- untouched by frost. The strong winds may blow and wage their wars brittle branches may splinter. But still the oak stands bending not breaking against the forces. -Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
Roguepoetry
Oak Tree
Strong and resolute, it stands seeking with claw-like limbs for sunlight and raindrops. Leaves, crimson and gold slip from trailing branches coming to rest on frozen ground. Whispering and sighing the great oak bends and sways in the icy wind. Roots, beneath the surface delve deep down growing strengthening as ages pass-- untouched by frost. The strong winds may blow and wage their wars brittle branches may splinter. But still the oak stands bending not breaking against the forces. -Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-
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5am, I sit alone my mind feeling so bright is it early morning or the middle of the night. The wind still howls winters tune and trees are dancing in the dale. I yearn for sun and summers warmth but all I get is cold and hail. So comeback Mr Sunshine please to keep me warm and give me ease. The winters blues do not please, just make me shiver, cough and sneeze. The days start dark and keep me hidden as if to say that it's forbidden, to laugh and sing and have the fun I get from walking in the sun. So comeback Mr Sunshine please to keep me warm and give me ease. The winters blues do not please, just make me shiver, cough and sneeze. I long to see the flowers smile, the shadows form on my sundial. The smell of grass that's freshly mown, the shoots from seeds so freshly sown. So comeback Mr Sunshine please to keep me warm and give me ease. The winters blues do not please, just make me shiver, cough and sneeze. Smiling children everywhere running around without a care. Winter woollens stashed away and let's forget those rainy days. So comeback Mr Sunshine please to keep me warm and give me ease. The winters blues do not please, just make me shiver, cough and sneeze. Take away this winters cold it only makes me feel old. Bring the sun and bring the light and take away this awful night. So comeback Mr Sunshine please to keep me warm and give me ease. The winters blues do not please, just make me shiver, cough and sneeze. Early morning sun please shine, and as I sit with glass of wine. I'll try to not let my mind splinter and forget all about the winter. So comeback Mr Sunshine please to keep me warm and give me ease. The winters blues do not please, just make me shiver, cough and sneeze. So comeback Mr Sunshine please and take away this cold disease. Once again to see you glow and throw your warmth through my window.
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
christopher-k-bayliss
Comeback Mr Sunshine
5am, I sit alone my mind feeling so bright is it early morning or the middle of the night. The wind still howls winters tune and trees are dancing in the dale. I yearn for sun and summers warmth but all I get is cold and hail. So comeback Mr Sunshine please to keep me warm and give me ease. The winters blues do not please, just make me shiver, cough and sneeze. The days start dark and keep me hidden as if to say that it's forbidden, to laugh and sing and have the fun I get from walking in the sun. So comeback Mr Sunshine please to keep me warm and give me ease. The winters blues do not please, just make me shiver, cough and sneeze. I long to see the flowers smile, the shadows form on my sundial. The smell of grass that's freshly mown, the shoots from seeds so freshly sown. So comeback Mr Sunshine please to keep me warm and give me ease. The winters blues do not please, just make me shiver, cough and sneeze. Smiling children everywhere running around without a care. Winter woollens stashed away and let's forget those rainy days. So comeback Mr Sunshine please to keep me warm and give me ease. The winters blues do not please, just make me shiver, cough and sneeze. Take away this winters cold it only makes me feel old. Bring the sun and bring the light and take away this awful night. So comeback Mr Sunshine please to keep me warm and give me ease. The winters blues do not please, just make me shiver, cough and sneeze. Early morning sun please shine, and as I sit with glass of wine. I'll try to not let my mind splinter and forget all about the winter. So comeback Mr Sunshine please to keep me warm and give me ease. The winters blues do not please, just make me shiver, cough and sneeze. So comeback Mr Sunshine please and take away this cold disease. Once again to see you glow and throw your warmth through my window.
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Bruised and battered a friendship Sometimes hangs by a tiny thread As we came to the edge Urged on , by all , but our own souls We stop for friendship sake Staring at the rocks of death below We walked the cliff edge black Hearts pounding like stampeding rhino Charging our very path Dragons of fear circle over head Breathing fire over all Pride clamors for higher ground Standing tall and righteous We fly high in the sky Preying like vultures Search for every fault Feeling lost and alone We seek the lower land With pastures lush and green And soil deep and rich Where horses softly munch Teaching us their gentle ways For the loss of a friend Can be to much to bear In this already harsh world Weighing like lead on our back Like the captain of our own ship We cling to the end As our world sinks from under us Breaking boards and smashing masts Many splinter blind our eyes As we float together in darkness Waiting , for the storm to pass Then the great sewer grabs our very souls And throws us to the earth Braking our ego shells With troubles of our time And sew new friendship To be born anew As only the friendship Which has great strength The power to endure many deaths That see through much lashing pain Can ever earn its name For friendship forged in great heat Will find itself sealed to the eternal time
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
adam-childs
FORGED FRIENDSHIP
Bruised and battered a friendship Sometimes hangs by a tiny thread As we came to the edge Urged on , by all , but our own souls We stop for friendship sake Staring at the rocks of death below We walked the cliff edge black Hearts pounding like stampeding rhino Charging our very path Dragons of fear circle over head Breathing fire over all Pride clamors for higher ground Standing tall and righteous We fly high in the sky Preying like vultures Search for every fault Feeling lost and alone We seek the lower land With pastures lush and green And soil deep and rich Where horses softly munch Teaching us their gentle ways For the loss of a friend Can be to much to bear In this already harsh world Weighing like lead on our back Like the captain of our own ship We cling to the end As our world sinks from under us Breaking boards and smashing masts Many splinter blind our eyes As we float together in darkness Waiting , for the storm to pass Then the great sewer grabs our very souls And throws us to the earth Braking our ego shells With troubles of our time And sew new friendship To be born anew As only the friendship Which has great strength The power to endure many deaths That see through much lashing pain Can ever earn its name For friendship forged in great heat Will find itself sealed to the eternal time
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Year after year purity of fire is challenged by evil, appeased with offerings A full moon looks on as winds stoke embers, flare flames to a flickering dance Right in the center of crimson blaze sits Holika, Prahlad in her lap - her arms a circle of heat White sparks fly from her hair, eyes smolder in fury; her mouth ***** in air, engulfs rice and wheat Wood chars, coconuts splinter, flowers singe smearing earth with ash. Year after year faith survives. Holika burns to death. By Unknown
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Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
laurent
Happy Holi
Year after year purity of fire is challenged by evil, appeased with offerings A full moon looks on as winds stoke embers, flare flames to a flickering dance Right in the center of crimson blaze sits Holika, Prahlad in her lap - her arms a circle of heat White sparks fly from her hair, eyes smolder in fury; her mouth ***** in air, engulfs rice and wheat Wood chars, coconuts splinter, flowers singe smearing earth with ash. Year after year faith survives. Holika burns to death. By Unknown
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I stand alone, the ghosts of my parents lingering in my heart Remembering the death the change the upheaval of life how it was The remains of my soul splinter and crack As I remember the terrible deeds that a desperate girl committed. ~ I, that girl, remember humanity as it was; whole untainted pure But the fear and pain overcome and all reason leaves Forged into iron and steel that bleeds tears ~ "It hurts so much," I whispered "I just want to be whole and normal." I'd do anything to fix myself Even if it meant destroying my humanity ~ I found I was afraid to leave this world For in all of its horror and evil Beauty still existed amidst the pain And I wanted to live and laugh and feel I wanted to experience and love and dream But it was all ripped away that fateful night Lost and destroyed, out of sight ~ But then a gentle woman appeared And smiled at me with kind eyes With the touch of a hand I was set free Finally able to just be me I started to cry from the absence of pain And I knew the world for me would change A chance to live a life once more No thought to what came before ~ I was able to touch and dance and fly Dream and sing and touch the sky I'll start again and my story I'll tell And proudly wear the scars I earned well. -Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
Roguepoetry
The Broken Warrior
I stand alone, the ghosts of my parents lingering in my heart Remembering the death the change the upheaval of life how it was The remains of my soul splinter and crack As I remember the terrible deeds that a desperate girl committed. ~ I, that girl, remember humanity as it was; whole untainted pure But the fear and pain overcome and all reason leaves Forged into iron and steel that bleeds tears ~ "It hurts so much," I whispered "I just want to be whole and normal." I'd do anything to fix myself Even if it meant destroying my humanity ~ I found I was afraid to leave this world For in all of its horror and evil Beauty still existed amidst the pain And I wanted to live and laugh and feel I wanted to experience and love and dream But it was all ripped away that fateful night Lost and destroyed, out of sight ~ But then a gentle woman appeared And smiled at me with kind eyes With the touch of a hand I was set free Finally able to just be me I started to cry from the absence of pain And I knew the world for me would change A chance to live a life once more No thought to what came before ~ I was able to touch and dance and fly Dream and sing and touch the sky I'll start again and my story I'll tell And proudly wear the scars I earned well. -Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-
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*stacking the arrows in piles a triangle of fuego furnaces blaze fire infinite reminders of the morning after shafts of light drift from window panes remake our names in god’s slumbering veins from here to there a whisper or was it a word fellow companions have you heard the threadbare sisters took their turns climbing mountains in order that we could learn the ways of green hearted sun-scrapers sweet little dangers fellow death chasers full of music givers of blooming veils bouquets of snow and hail almond shaped eyes resplendent thighs and a mind as pure as a lake during an alaskan winter in the frozen splinter trees are taken from their roots the women are bleeding weaving you the meat and the story outsiders are cast from clay into statues with feminine bodies curving like cotton candy i choose to impress you repeat the compliments that land on empty stomachs string together words like a rosary of sweet nothings simple deeds give thrilling feats a chance to restore their honor purity is unwashed in ***** soil as i am cut from the cloth of the earth our shirts are pressed at birth white light forming fellowship dimples in the cheeks of the mother the earth’s bones torn out from under the way we made ourselves invisible the minute we realized our accents were noticeable our actions were abominable how could we ever repay the generosity we were treated to our ultimate needs are met by poetry upon a ridge a silent figure wept and held his head upon a bed of cement*
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Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 2:17 AM UTC
ganesha-michael-shapiro
Arcturian women
*stacking the arrows in piles a triangle of fuego furnaces blaze fire infinite reminders of the morning after shafts of light drift from window panes remake our names in god’s slumbering veins from here to there a whisper or was it a word fellow companions have you heard the threadbare sisters took their turns climbing mountains in order that we could learn the ways of green hearted sun-scrapers sweet little dangers fellow death chasers full of music givers of blooming veils bouquets of snow and hail almond shaped eyes resplendent thighs and a mind as pure as a lake during an alaskan winter in the frozen splinter trees are taken from their roots the women are bleeding weaving you the meat and the story outsiders are cast from clay into statues with feminine bodies curving like cotton candy i choose to impress you repeat the compliments that land on empty stomachs string together words like a rosary of sweet nothings simple deeds give thrilling feats a chance to restore their honor purity is unwashed in ***** soil as i am cut from the cloth of the earth our shirts are pressed at birth white light forming fellowship dimples in the cheeks of the mother the earth’s bones torn out from under the way we made ourselves invisible the minute we realized our accents were noticeable our actions were abominable how could we ever repay the generosity we were treated to our ultimate needs are met by poetry upon a ridge a silent figure wept and held his head upon a bed of cement*
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10 Haiku of Raven         1 black God Huge cumulus clouds, Exploding into the blue,   .  .  .  Shadowed by raven.         2 valley morn Dark hands working fields, Raven tracing mountain crests,   .  .  .  Carnal tillers wake.         3 Raven spell Dark sound raven makes, Chortles top fir tree, haunting—   .  .  .  Druids incantation.         4 unfaithful Snow covers valley— Solitary raven staining world,   .  .  .  Love has turned black.         5 outcast Many years alone, Suddenly— old thoughts of her,   .  .  .  Lone raven in sky.         6 mischief Lone raven cackles  .  .  . Clouds splinter across the sky,   .  .  .  Mist cuts down the woods.         7 marked Full moon crowns tall pine, Raven landing in cross hairs,   .  .  .  Dark angels halo.         8 Loki Raven knows a charm, A child's costume jewelry,   .  .  .  Colours a black eye.         9 tall tale Zenith of winter— Lone raven in naked tree,   .  .  .  Spring only legend.        10 dark angel In his feathered dress  .  .  . Raven shrouds beneath the clouds,   .  .  .  Even eyes are black.
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
ormond
10 Images of the Raven
10 Haiku of Raven         1 black God Huge cumulus clouds, Exploding into the blue,   .  .  .  Shadowed by raven.         2 valley morn Dark hands working fields, Raven tracing mountain crests,   .  .  .  Carnal tillers wake.         3 Raven spell Dark sound raven makes, Chortles top fir tree, haunting—   .  .  .  Druids incantation.         4 unfaithful Snow covers valley— Solitary raven staining world,   .  .  .  Love has turned black.         5 outcast Many years alone, Suddenly— old thoughts of her,   .  .  .  Lone raven in sky.         6 mischief Lone raven cackles  .  .  . Clouds splinter across the sky,   .  .  .  Mist cuts down the woods.         7 marked Full moon crowns tall pine, Raven landing in cross hairs,   .  .  .  Dark angels halo.         8 Loki Raven knows a charm, A child's costume jewelry,   .  .  .  Colours a black eye.         9 tall tale Zenith of winter— Lone raven in naked tree,   .  .  .  Spring only legend.        10 dark angel In his feathered dress  .  .  . Raven shrouds beneath the clouds,   .  .  .  Even eyes are black.
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365Nectar #42 Don't Be Judging Me Mon. November 4, 2013 8:26 P.M. Volcanic velvet voices vibrate the night like thunder in the distance. Booming Bassmen blaze and burn like ****** fire on a dark corner in the dingiest part of a rumbling city that never sleeps. Sensual saxophones shudder singing prayers of saints and sinners while hot horns hypnotize in perfect high compression swirls tithing in the holy temple of Jazzy Blues. An alluring flutter of silken harmonies. A spine tingling spike of don't be judging me jazz filled blues. Scorching strings splinter melancholy prison walls. Stomping out a seismic sizzle tempermental tones of tickling trumpets torch the menacing hurricanes of life with warm rushes of excitement. A spine tingling spike of don't be judging me jazz filled blues. "Take Me" Vixens tantalize tucked up crowds with thrilling tongue lashes of silken harmonies. A spine tingling spike of don't be judging me jazz filled blues. Full flaring flutes gently ****** with inquisitive fingers and stir a groan like a religious ritual. A playful teasing floating enticingly like a sly fox. Such a succulent piercing of moonstruck madness pulsing mercilessly leaving fields of fire of a funky boogie menace for a wild child. An alluring flutter of silken harmonies. A spine tingling spike of don't be judging me jazz filled blues. Copyright ©2013 Don't Be Judging Me
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 11:52 AM UTC
bronx-peach
Don't Be Judging Me
365Nectar #42 Don't Be Judging Me Mon. November 4, 2013 8:26 P.M. Volcanic velvet voices vibrate the night like thunder in the distance. Booming Bassmen blaze and burn like ****** fire on a dark corner in the dingiest part of a rumbling city that never sleeps. Sensual saxophones shudder singing prayers of saints and sinners while hot horns hypnotize in perfect high compression swirls tithing in the holy temple of Jazzy Blues. An alluring flutter of silken harmonies. A spine tingling spike of don't be judging me jazz filled blues. Scorching strings splinter melancholy prison walls. Stomping out a seismic sizzle tempermental tones of tickling trumpets torch the menacing hurricanes of life with warm rushes of excitement. A spine tingling spike of don't be judging me jazz filled blues. "Take Me" Vixens tantalize tucked up crowds with thrilling tongue lashes of silken harmonies. A spine tingling spike of don't be judging me jazz filled blues. Full flaring flutes gently ****** with inquisitive fingers and stir a groan like a religious ritual. A playful teasing floating enticingly like a sly fox. Such a succulent piercing of moonstruck madness pulsing mercilessly leaving fields of fire of a funky boogie menace for a wild child. An alluring flutter of silken harmonies. A spine tingling spike of don't be judging me jazz filled blues. Copyright ©2013 Don't Be Judging Me
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one, two, three, four those are the first number we learn when we walk out the door one plus one ends up obscene the second thing we learn about as teens minus one, add three on your boy you weren't so keen start at zero life's anew since it is just me and you divide by one you splinter off maybe for a time you become so lost that one two three don't make sense anymore how could little numbers keep your soul from the downpour? well, you think, toss the primer away I'm not so keen on maths anyway
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
autumn-whipple
Maths of life
one, two, three, four those are the first number we learn when we walk out the door one plus one ends up obscene the second thing we learn about as teens minus one, add three on your boy you weren't so keen start at zero life's anew since it is just me and you divide by one you splinter off maybe for a time you become so lost that one two three don't make sense anymore how could little numbers keep your soul from the downpour? well, you think, toss the primer away I'm not so keen on maths anyway
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( Haiku ) 1 black God Huge cumulus clouds, Exploding into the blue,   .  .  .  Shadowed by raven 2 valley morn Dark hands working fields, Raven tracing mountain crests,   .  .  .  Carnal tillers wake 3 Raven spell Dark sound raven makes, Chortles top fir tree, haunting—   .  .  .  Druids incantation 4 unfaithful Snow covers valley— Solitary raven staining world,   .  .  .  Love has turned black 5 outcast Many years alone, Suddenly— old thoughts of her,   .  .  .  Lone raven in sky 6 mischief Lone raven cackles  .  .  . Clouds splinter across the sky,   .  .  .  Mist cuts down the woods 7 marked Full moon crowns tall pine, Raven landing in cross hairs,   .  .  .  Dark angels halo 8 Loki Raven knows a charm, A child's costume jewelry,   .  .  .  Colours a black eye 9 tall tale Zenith of winter— Lone raven in naked tree,   .  .  .  Spring only legend 10 dark angel In his feathered dress  .  .  . Raven shrouds beneath the clouds,   .  .  .  Even eyes are black
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Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
ormond
10 Images of the Raven
( Haiku ) 1 black God Huge cumulus clouds, Exploding into the blue,   .  .  .  Shadowed by raven 2 valley morn Dark hands working fields, Raven tracing mountain crests,   .  .  .  Carnal tillers wake 3 Raven spell Dark sound raven makes, Chortles top fir tree, haunting—   .  .  .  Druids incantation 4 unfaithful Snow covers valley— Solitary raven staining world,   .  .  .  Love has turned black 5 outcast Many years alone, Suddenly— old thoughts of her,   .  .  .  Lone raven in sky 6 mischief Lone raven cackles  .  .  . Clouds splinter across the sky,   .  .  .  Mist cuts down the woods 7 marked Full moon crowns tall pine, Raven landing in cross hairs,   .  .  .  Dark angels halo 8 Loki Raven knows a charm, A child's costume jewelry,   .  .  .  Colours a black eye 9 tall tale Zenith of winter— Lone raven in naked tree,   .  .  .  Spring only legend 10 dark angel In his feathered dress  .  .  . Raven shrouds beneath the clouds,   .  .  .  Even eyes are black
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Never take shelter in another human being— we are weak foundations no comfort within because we all break, splinter, crumble at some point, concerned not where our rubble falls and not who it destroys but if it falls safely
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC
rxchel
Human Shelter
Never take shelter in another human being— we are weak foundations no comfort within because we all break, splinter, crumble at some point, concerned not where our rubble falls and not who it destroys but if it falls safely
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I see your face through the window pane     the glass is cracked and your image is blurred. Even from this distance, I see your pain   and I wonder if my tears my heard. This window frame surrounds my dreams,     the pane conceals my pain. It seems as if the seams around this glass       get stronger everyday. Keeping me away from the one thing       that makes my life worth living.           You on the outside, Staring at me on the inside.     Reaching through this foggy view, It's hard to see,  it hurts to know        we can't reach our destiny. I'm trapped in here, you're trapped out there. It's clear to us that fate don't care. I'm trapped by these walls and you can't get in. Unfortunately, I can see my destiny,       but we can't begin. You've tried to break through,     I've tried to break out. I scream your name,     but you can't hear a sound. You can see these tears streaming down, I see you fall to the ground and reach for me      but I'm nowhere around. This pain is so real, the pain is too thick. I write your name out in the fog         as you stand there in the mist. I need you in here, I crave your touch.    All this pain,        It's just TOO MUCH! I'm trapped in here, you're trapped out there. It's clear to us that fate don't care. I'm trapped by these walls and you can't get in. Unfortunately, I can see my destiny,       but we can't begin. I can't take this, not one more day, our love is too strong, there must be a way. So, we're standing here, face to face, eyes locked through the window pane. You raise your hands up to mine and we smash that glass one last time. Slowly, it starts to splinter down and all the shards fall to the ground. Now, we're trapped together, In each other's arms. Trapped forever, away from harm. Trapped in love for all time, Trapped in love within our hearts. Fortunately, I've found my destiny, Now we can start.
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
the-girl-who-loved-you
Trapped (song)
I see your face through the window pane     the glass is cracked and your image is blurred. Even from this distance, I see your pain   and I wonder if my tears my heard. This window frame surrounds my dreams,     the pane conceals my pain. It seems as if the seams around this glass       get stronger everyday. Keeping me away from the one thing       that makes my life worth living.           You on the outside, Staring at me on the inside.     Reaching through this foggy view, It's hard to see,  it hurts to know        we can't reach our destiny. I'm trapped in here, you're trapped out there. It's clear to us that fate don't care. I'm trapped by these walls and you can't get in. Unfortunately, I can see my destiny,       but we can't begin. You've tried to break through,     I've tried to break out. I scream your name,     but you can't hear a sound. You can see these tears streaming down, I see you fall to the ground and reach for me      but I'm nowhere around. This pain is so real, the pain is too thick. I write your name out in the fog         as you stand there in the mist. I need you in here, I crave your touch.    All this pain,        It's just TOO MUCH! I'm trapped in here, you're trapped out there. It's clear to us that fate don't care. I'm trapped by these walls and you can't get in. Unfortunately, I can see my destiny,       but we can't begin. I can't take this, not one more day, our love is too strong, there must be a way. So, we're standing here, face to face, eyes locked through the window pane. You raise your hands up to mine and we smash that glass one last time. Slowly, it starts to splinter down and all the shards fall to the ground. Now, we're trapped together, In each other's arms. Trapped forever, away from harm. Trapped in love for all time, Trapped in love within our hearts. Fortunately, I've found my destiny, Now we can start.
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*How much do you have to hate life, to not be scared of death?* - ThePoet I'd be lying if I said I wasn't Because I really am afraid But life has only sharp things Wonder if death is willing to trade... Longing ...a splinter Embedded in the recesses of my core Nestled deep, this tiny thorn The source of my disconcerting sore Need ...a shard That stabs itself deep Extract it I will not Think it's worth the keep Miss ...a knife With never a dull blade Stabs itself right through Pain that will never fade Want ...a syringe Injecting the good and bad Side effects loom Driving me quite mad Love ...a stake Rammed into my heart It doubles me over It rips me apart Life ...a spike Impaling without fail Siphoning my soul Through the holes in my mail These are the few sharp things that I own The only things I've learnt to savour I've nurtured them large; now fully grown Always wondered what death has got to offer...
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
ryn
Sharp Things
*How much do you have to hate life, to not be scared of death?* - ThePoet I'd be lying if I said I wasn't Because I really am afraid But life has only sharp things Wonder if death is willing to trade... Longing ...a splinter Embedded in the recesses of my core Nestled deep, this tiny thorn The source of my disconcerting sore Need ...a shard That stabs itself deep Extract it I will not Think it's worth the keep Miss ...a knife With never a dull blade Stabs itself right through Pain that will never fade Want ...a syringe Injecting the good and bad Side effects loom Driving me quite mad Love ...a stake Rammed into my heart It doubles me over It rips me apart Life ...a spike Impaling without fail Siphoning my soul Through the holes in my mail These are the few sharp things that I own The only things I've learnt to savour I've nurtured them large; now fully grown Always wondered what death has got to offer...
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*( Haiku ) 1 black God Huge cumulus clouds, Exploding into the blue,   .  .  .  Shadowed by raven 2 valley morn Dark hands working fields, Raven tracing mountain crests,   .  .  .  Carnal tillers wake 3 Raven spell Dark sound raven makes, Chortles top fir tree, haunting—   .  .  .  Druids incantation 4 unfaithful Snow covers valley— Solitary raven staining world,   .  .  .  Love has turned black 5 outcast Many years alone, Suddenly— old thoughts of her,   .  .  .  Lone raven in sky 6 mischief Lone raven cackles  .  .  . Clouds splinter across the sky,   .  .  .  Mist cuts down the woods 7 marked Full moon crowns tall pine, Raven landing in cross hairs,   .  .  .  Dark angels halo 8 Loki Raven knows a charm, A child's costume jewelry,   .  .  .  Colours a black eye 9 tall tale Zenith of winter— Lone raven in naked tree,   .  .  .  Spring only legend 10 dark angel In his feathered dress  .  .  . Raven shrouds beneath the clouds,   .  .  .  Even eyes are black* .
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Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
ormond
10 Images of the Raven
*( Haiku ) 1 black God Huge cumulus clouds, Exploding into the blue,   .  .  .  Shadowed by raven 2 valley morn Dark hands working fields, Raven tracing mountain crests,   .  .  .  Carnal tillers wake 3 Raven spell Dark sound raven makes, Chortles top fir tree, haunting—   .  .  .  Druids incantation 4 unfaithful Snow covers valley— Solitary raven staining world,   .  .  .  Love has turned black 5 outcast Many years alone, Suddenly— old thoughts of her,   .  .  .  Lone raven in sky 6 mischief Lone raven cackles  .  .  . Clouds splinter across the sky,   .  .  .  Mist cuts down the woods 7 marked Full moon crowns tall pine, Raven landing in cross hairs,   .  .  .  Dark angels halo 8 Loki Raven knows a charm, A child's costume jewelry,   .  .  .  Colours a black eye 9 tall tale Zenith of winter— Lone raven in naked tree,   .  .  .  Spring only legend 10 dark angel In his feathered dress  .  .  . Raven shrouds beneath the clouds,   .  .  .  Even eyes are black* .
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lie. They curl up like a sleeping cat into a smile when she's sad. She speaks like she's not had a broken heart. She colors them cherry blossom. But when she’s with me she plays possum. Her eyes drip in crimson watercolors, a bleeding sky, running into the river. She's a splinter, a sliver of the woman she was. Painting starry nights blazing through a violet sealed off maze. And when I kiss her she’s not kissing me. Her lips are like rubbing up against the bark of a tree. And there's no heat.
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Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 9:13 AM UTC
SandyPoet
Her Lips
lie. They curl up like a sleeping cat into a smile when she's sad. She speaks like she's not had a broken heart. She colors them cherry blossom. But when she’s with me she plays possum. Her eyes drip in crimson watercolors, a bleeding sky, running into the river. She's a splinter, a sliver of the woman she was. Painting starry nights blazing through a violet sealed off maze. And when I kiss her she’s not kissing me. Her lips are like rubbing up against the bark of a tree. And there's no heat.
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