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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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.

Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.

Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!

I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even

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And I'll Be Yours...I’ll give you my smile;
Take it happily.

I’ll give you my laughter;
Take it gladly.

I’ll give you my hand;
Take it willingly.

I’ll give you y heart;
Take it, cherish it.

I’ll give you my lips;
Take them with pleasure.

I’ll give you my soul;
Take it, protect it.

Keep me safe,
I’ll be yours.

Without doubt,
Without fault.
My love pure like snow.
My heart true like rain.

Treat me gentle;
Love me kindly;
And I'll be yours.

Free

Everyday realitly hits me,
like an icy wind.
Realization of my destiny,
forever to be alone.

To wander in darkness,
shadows ahead.
No one to grab my hand,
pull me from the cliff.

Falling down, spiraling down,
no one to save me.
The ground grows nearer,
life becomes clearer.

I've lived life in a shell, blaming others,
for the hell I've created.
Looking back now I see,
all I wanted was to be...

FREE...

My Silent PrayerI want so bad to see you,
to hear you call me by name.
I want so bad to touch you,
to fly upon your wings.

Give me grace.
Give me glory.
Give me bliss.

Answer my prayers,
oh please God,
Send me an angel.

Bring me hope.
Bring me joy.
Bring me trust.

I saw them today,
your beautiful white wings.
The way your skin glows,
sines in the sun.

You answered my prayers,
for the first time in years.
You sent my angel,
to love and guide me.

You have been my shepard,
as i have been a misguided sheep.
So here you are,
though you've been here all along.

I finally got to see you,
to hear you call my name.
I got to touch your face,

For Love

I dreamt of you,
Like you were a shooting star.
I longed for you,
Wondering still, were you are.

I wished.
I hoped.
I prayed.

And there you were,
You walked on by me.
Saw right through me,
Never once longed for me.

I wanted.
I needed.
I craved.

I needed you to pick me up,
To show me the way.
I needed you to guide me,
To light my shadowed Hell.

I hoped.
I pleaded.
I desired.

The blood from my broken heart,
Swelled around my body.
"Help me," I cried.
Though you never came.

I bled.
I screamed.
I begged.

The fire soon came,
Swallowed me whole.
My body desinigrating,
My dreams fading.

I cired.
I died.
I lost.

Doo

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the game

by ~lostsoul1989, Aug 24, 2005, 4:52:43 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

the whistle blows,
a mad dash to line up.
standing in postion,
four whistles sound,
drums start their cadences.
as we head up to the stadium.
up ahead the teams are running to the field,
the games starts.
paying no attention,
sitting, waiting for the clock.
three minutes till half time,
as we make our way down the track.
getting ready.
the buzzer sounds,
the field is filling up with our opposition.
they play their numbers,
silently hyping up.
the field is ours,
time to play.
the crowd cheers as we enter.
the light pouring down on us,
creating an illusion of daylight.
when we finish,
the crowd is roaring.
the rush is unexplainable.
whether the team wins or loses,
the game is already won...

the gameby ~lostsoul1989

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

i was talking to my sister about how it feels to play during half-time at a football game.. as i told her, it felt as if i was reciting a poem.. so i wrote it.. granted this is a slightly different version.. lol

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!SunshineLightBright Jul 17, 2007

I walked through this well written painting and enjoyed every deep and powerful word. Your words really caught my eye. I was able to get the real feeling of what was being painted. Nice job and very well written. This Is wonderful work.

~tm24fan Aug 14, 2006 Hobbyist Photographer

Very well written, it makes me almost LIKE the thought of going back to band here in about a half hour. I LOVE BAND!!! I love football too, but since I don't play that anymore, I LOVE BAND!!!

~lostsoul1989 Aug 15, 2006 Writer

thanku very much. haha yea.. i gotta fix it tho.. thanks for the fav! guess u'll have to do it again.. lmao cuz im gonna re submit it when i fix it and get a pict for it.. lmao.. yesh yesh.. i lvoe band too!!!!!

~deadinside28713 Aug 26, 2005

its awesome

~lostsoul1989 Aug 26, 2005 Writer

why thankyou so much!

~deadinside28713 Aug 27, 2005

your so welcome

~lostsoul1989 Aug 27, 2005 Writer

~amberwind Aug 24, 2005 Hobbyist Digital Artist

4 years of Marching Band suddenly came rushing back to me with a vengeance. Where's my flute? *goes off in search of instrument while grumbling*

Honestly, I really like the imagery you use, but the vagueness of the poem is a little offputting to me. The first time I read it, I thought you were on the team, the second, a cheerleader, the third in colorguard, and the fourth in band. I'm still not quite sure whether it's the third or fourth one. The piece could use just a tad more refinement in the language, to give a hint of which viewpoint we're actually looking from here. Also, and this is more of a personal preference, I would put line breaks in between stanzas. I see three stanzas in there, Commencement (ending with the line the games starts.), Anticipation (ending with the line silently hyping up.), and Conclusion. Putting a line break in the form of an extra space between the lines would make the piece flow a little better, and make it a little easier to read.

~lostsoul1989 Aug 25, 2005 Writer

thanks for the comment.. i love band so much.. so its the fourth one, lol.. *hugs clarinet*

i'll work on that, again thankyou very much!

~amberwind Aug 25, 2005 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Go woodwinds! I'm a flute player.

And my husband is a stupid trumpet player. Them uppity brass instruments need to get what's coming to them.

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