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UndeservedI don't deserve to be an artist.

I don't know how to hold deep meaningful conversations with strangers.

I don't lament at night about a lover I have lost.

I don't watch the white smoke ebb into darkness.

I don't spend lonely nights admiring the true beauty of the world.

I don't sleep restlessly from the truth of suffering within this world.

I don't lie through my smiles or struggle to create them.

But I do think I am a writer.

I am completely, irreparably damaged.

I cry all night over old words and emotional baggage.

I weep over my lost innocence.

I spend nights
GluttonHis caramel covered fingers caress my coffee skin
An epiphany aged in its own beautiful winery, 

A honeyed breath drawn in a moment so heated,
Its oven like intensity roasting any kind of chastity.



Irreverently juicy, pleasingly sinful,
Succulently divine in its every form
Lovemaking at its most beautiful…
Moans that echo sheer gluttony.

I never knew passion was edible,
nor lust so delicious in its impassioned call

Until he showed me why chocolate
is the most deadly sin of them all.
City of LightYou are my city.

Your eyes are the gates,
Your soul is my transport
Your veins the roads I must travel.

You should never ever be afraid
of my knowing you too well.
Or of my being too close to you.


After all,

Can you ever,
Even after living your whole life in it,

Know a city too well?
N o v ai.
This distance between us
is devouring my lungs.
I'm left here gasping,
trying to suture back together
all the broken nights-
the cigarette burns in my bedsheets.

ii.
I'm tracing maps on my limbs,
and I'm painting black holes on my palms,
pressing them into letters
left on my nightstand
untouched and unread.

iii.
I keep telling myself
none of this is about you.
But I'm reaching for empty galaxies
as I try to remember what it felt like
to be one of a binary star.

iv.
Light-years away, and I'm here-
just another nova on your ceiling,
searching this vast universe for you.
Exiled Together"Exiled Together"

He slept with both eyes open

As the maiden near him cried

Under covers tightly woven

They knew tomorrow would be goodbye

He gave her all he had

But soon she'd have to go

Leaving him very sad

And possibly quite alone

She could have been pelted

By stones from those arms

Who would rather see her swelter

Under fire by a barn

Every time they tried

To torture her to death

This man would come around

And defend her one last breath

But now she would be cast

Into the morning's rising sun

I can't say I know for sure

What exactly she had done

Was she deemed a witch?

A fugitive? A traitor?

Was she the town's snitch
Her Musethese words are not poetry

swimming liquid fire through ashes

of dead phoenix veins.

no, they are rough and callused

with over use, their own faithless artists

spewing black tar from their lungs

in the hopes to one day breathe again.

nothing moves her.

she would rather scribble her heart out

on physical manifestations of her own reality-

on skin and bones she worships like a temple.  

"Write of me," he says, "right here."-

planting sun-stricken kisses  

along the hollow of her burning throat.

"I want to be where your heart sleeps."
A Siren's Call
Visions of madness shimmer in silvery skies
Horizons of passion drown in timeless beauty
There is a voice so pure that can melt a Sun,
a fragrance so luring that can reap mortal breath
Once thou hath gazed into the eyes of a Siren,
love befalls in a kiss, upon whispers of death
An endless ocean swirls, ethereal waves bewail
— the sound of her cry haunts eons of dreams
In the deepest abyss, my soul shall forever sail

For a thousand years, I drifted in her song —
lost in restless fever of wanton seas
Gently I reached towards her long silvery hair;
embroidered in tempest of Love's odyssey
Tears of sapphire jewel oceans d
Bones"There are good days and there are bad days," you would say to me as you would try and explain away why the whiskey bottle was empty again this morning, why you smelled like her and why you thought it was best to let me know what you had done. At least that way, you were absolved of the gift of lying; the one your bones were too light to lift and just couldn't take, by bestowing me with betrayal.

My mother would bring me an encouraging cup of tea in a giant pink mug instead of a cup and explain, "There are good days and there are bad days." Her eyes were always full of positive energy and strength and good will. I look back to those days and
She's Not Your ToyShe's Not Your Toy:

Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...

Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean

The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...

A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...

Happy birthday sweeth
FaithI love your belief in God.

Not because it matches mine. 

Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.



You are the dream I always wanted, but never had. 


(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)

It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.

I want to wrap my prayers around you.

I want to press my lips to the segments of your body. 

If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours

and dream your nightmares for you.


(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)

In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wis
Hallucinations"Hallucinations"

I found a small, green bottle sitting on a table

Without any description, warning, or label

When suddenly curiosity took a hold of me

Maybe just one pill could cure my disease

So I popped one in my mouth and swallowed it whole

And washed it down with old coffee gone cold

And realized after fifteen minutes nothing had happened

For these white pills offered me bitter compassion

So one pill led to two which then turned into six

I figured I needed more to completely get my fix

Six led to ten which led to twenty instead

And that's when I felt this ringing inside of my head

Or maybe that was the ambulance singing a son
ContradictionsThese things seem to rule my life,
Some people hate me and cause me strife,
Others think me a hero, ready to sacrifice myself.
Many think me noble, but you can decide that yourself.
 
Contradictions, they rule my life, "Why did she break up with you?"
A complete and utter list of contradictions, all of which I tell you,
"Does she love you?" I answer she says so, and I love her too.
A contradiction follows, "But then why did she break-up with you?"
 
That's the mystery, the greatest contradiction of all, to all of you,
But no, I leave out one thing, the thing that kills me inside too.
"I'm just... I'm not happy." What she said, word for word,
And I cry now, because what she said did not go unheard.
 
 
Girl as NicotineShe is the Mona Lisa dip-dyed in ivory, flecks of oil
paint curling at the corners of her eyes. Her name is warped water
underneath rope bridges, ecstasy in a chalk pill.

It will go down easily with a pair of blue eyes and a cup of red wine.
Just don't choke when the signs of the zodiac rush in over your tongue
and you're overwhelmed with the taste of silk sheets. Sagittarius will take
you to the forest and to Jupiter's storms, Leo sounds like solar flares and
will show you a pride of lions hunting at the first waver of dawn, but it's
Gemini you have to watch out for. It will split itself into two
and replicate in your synapses.

'Addicted'
Dependent on the White PillDependent on a White Pill:

Here I lie again tonight staring at the cracks in the ceiling
I'm afraid that I must bring to light these emotions that I am feeling...
Have you ever met a man like me: calm, composed and elegant?
Or are you one of the many dummies, living in a world that is decadent?

Oh I know how this society works, believe me I have suffered since birth!
I have always been treated as a worthless pariah, starting on June the first...
My fated birthday, a joyless occassion, the date of my inception into a world of naught
With a family that treated me, as a personal clone, I was no different from our dog named 'Spot'

For th
My LoveEven when you're gone.
When there's no one left.
When I betray you.
As you finally rest.
I'll still love you.
I'll be strong.
You don't have to worry about what you leave behind.
I can hold down the fort.
I won't cry.
I won't even blink.
You taught me all I need to know.
I've already said my goodbyes.
You can be at peace.
Don't think of me.
Think of yourself.
For once.
Do something selfish.
You're so worn out.
You've given all you can.
Just lie down.
For a little bit.
We will carry on here.
I'll make sure of it.
And someday...
When my buisness is done here.
I'll meet you.
I'll be with you.
Without reservation.
If o
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His hands have a habit of finding my hip bones,
trailing his river like fingers along my stone smooth skin,
his lips do not move, his mouth tells me stories.

Mine spend their time
tracing the length and breadth
of his back in kisses*

We travel through lands that never existed
before we touched them
At temperatures far exceeding in Fahrenheit

If only we could understand
how lust and geography
make such divinely sinful bedmates.



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!morbidthrall Oct 4, 2012
Such divine beauty renewing.
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~Lumenovus Sep 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I might have liked it, if that were the type of geography we learned. What a wonderful, sensual poem. Creating your own lands... I feel a resonance with that idea. I'm happy for you, that you have had experiences to inspire something like this.
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~NotenSMSK Sep 26, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hmm... short and simple. I am glad actually that it is not well... erotic ^^;. Having said that I like it since very such poem gives the impression or psychology of the author and what he/she percieves. You took a different approach that gave a different perspective over what you consider love or perhaps how YOU percieve it. The Italic portion worked well and I am genuinly surprised how you managed to pull 116... actually it explains the intensity of love... in my opinion :hmm:

The last stanza also concluded the whole work rather well... especially as you discussed geography which you hated at school. Good work :squee:
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~AMPEugenie Sep 21, 2012
very interesting
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=HillsOfMyst Sep 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
the asterisk/footnote is definitely something i haven't seen in a poem before (:
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~NianLauri Sep 20, 2012
Seductive and beautifull in the same time. Realy love it.
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Mood: Wow! ~crystelclear1104 Sep 19, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Such beauty and grace in a seductive poem. Love it!
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~burning-girl Sep 8, 2012
Not bad. Not bad.
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