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Insomnia and Body PartsThere were
Timeless moments spent between us,
In those instants and hours before dawn;

That time when we traversed
So far away from this
Wretched house and into
The most delicious darkness
Of Andromeda-

That time before our tidal waves
Came crashing down on us again.

I would do anything to
Drown with you.

The softness of the flesh
Between your knuckles, the
Exquisite map of
Leigh-lines
On your palms;

They were like a lullaby
To my sleepy fingertips.

You used
The breath of your mouth
To teach me to close my eyes
And fall asleep.

Your contented whispers and
Observations of the sky
Showed me then how to dream.

I had no id

Strong...?Damaged. Broken, She knows something is wrong with her.
Her past had damaged her. Her future looks the same.
Sometimes, she wishes things were back the way they were.

She lost her love. A friend. A nothing to her now.
No one understands her. Her story is a wild tale.
She fears the questions of why, what, and how?

This future has no light for her. She is lost and so confused.
You left her. Her dad may leave her. Her family could be splitting.
Why did you do this? She is left torn apart and abused.

The tears that try to not appear cannot be shed.
She must be strong. She's gotta be strong.
For her friends that are left and help her m

BottlesOpening closed doors
and ripping out the souls that lay behind
is not how you help people

When we were young
you told me
"You can't bottle things up, you have to let it out."

But I didn't listen
I filled bottle after bottle
all shapes and sizes

Every emotion
every memory
filed and packed away
for a day that I hoped
would never come

They were in there for a reason,

And you decided
that you had the right
to break them all open
to see the things that lay dormant inside

Not carefully,
one by one
you came in and shattered them
all at once

Broken glass
lay at your feet while we both stare at each other
panting, waiting for

FragilityHer bones
Are made of bullet-proof
Glass,
Latticed with cracks
And held together
By the darkening memories
From a thousand lives
Unlived.

Slowly, she
Is splintering.

Slips of paper-
The words she is supposed
To be able to say-
Turn to dust against her teeth
And float harmlessly
Between her ribs.

Blind eye sockets
Drift across her form
In the mirror,
Searching for something
That is less
Hollow
And transparent.

Each evening,
Her vertebrae fall apart,
Scattering,
One by one,
Across the floor

And she follows soon after.

Maybe
Tomorrow,
She will
Be able to stomach
Picking them up again.

And,

WarningYou take a step forward
I take one back
your questioning eyes are too close for comfort

Diving into questions you feel are okay to ask
making assumptions that are nearly spot on
Your getting too close
I think you should stay where you are

Why are you like this?
He asks

Warning:
This information is unavailable to passerby's and boys with blue eyes

I can't answer your questions
if I do you'll just ask more
take a few more steps forward
while I do my best to take as many as I can back

You aren't allowed to know anything about me
you can't be this close without hurting me
please just keep your distance

What happened to you?
he

Left UnsungHe has a pretty tune in his heart
With the lyrics plastered
On strips of delicate, ashen paper
That crumble at the slightest touch.

They hang against the
Edges of his lips,
Trying to pour out,
But ever uncertain
Of whether the wind will carry their weight.

The Caged Bird's LullabySit and stay a spell,
Before life takes you
Away.
I am going to write a love story
Across your lungs
So you can exhale
Sweet things
When you can't
Find the words.

Sing to me
That pretty,
Tragic little song.
The one about how
She broke your name
And took your bones.
I will find each fragmented piece
And clean out
All the maggots.

My dearest,
Your windows are broken,
Cracked and tear-streaked.
Allow me to mend you;
Stained glass
Is far more beautiful
That just a pair of
Empty eyes.

Come outside
And we will dance
In the freezing rain.
We can help each other
Wash off all the poisons
Left cl

Forgotten RemainsThere once was a great nation… a nation with a name.

But now they are the…

Forgotten remains;
forgotten they remain.
The memories they hold,
the tears they contain,
are theirs' alone
only theirs to atone.

Their curse

Whimpers gently rise;
tears flow again
for time cruelly denies
salvation from pain.
They seek sleep to happy lies
but such tries are in vain.

Dying but living on;
futile hope too moves on.
They're engraved deep in graves,
poor soulless souls enchained.
Confined and enslaved,
with no happiness saved.
They rot in a gorge
where only sorry reigns.

Their story

Theirs tales shriek through night

Comatose RendevousThe narrow spaces
Between typewritten letters
Are just large enough
To lay in.
You and I
Are crafters of flesh and bone;
Our skins,
Made of weathered canvas
And stitched together with
Sweet dreams on lonely nights.
Blood falls from your lips,
Staining those folded
Paper butterflies
You make so well;
I like to catch them
When they fall,
And toss them back into the air.
There are
Tiny,
Crimson-colored pieces of you
Splattered about the walls
And the inside
Of my mouth.
(You taste of melancholy,
And masked, uneasy lullabies.)
I would happily
Bear the red smears
Of your steady fingertips
If you run out of
Tattered parchment.
Allow me to
Spread my ashes
Over your ribs and
In the hollow of your throat;
You would look beautiful
Covered in faerie-tales
Made of soot.
I will sing to you as we write
A few more,
Peaceful endings
Across our
Broken bodies-
Beds of coal,
Disguised in silks,
Promise dirty wordsmiths breath
In the wake of
Sleepless morns
And restless eves.
I can see myself
Blowing melo

I am only happy when I cry.I am only happy when I cry.
I can only smile through the tears.
I can only laugh between shaky breaths.
I can only dance in the rain.

Trust too much and fall too hard.
Take everything to heart.
Knives, swords,
Sometimes even in my back.

I put on a mask for everyone who looks.
A mask of a happy, bubbly girl
Without a care in the world.
The mask comes off when my door closes.

My dam bursts when the mask comes off.
My smile comes out when my tears stain my cheeks.
I laugh for real when I taste salt.
I am only happy when I cry.

I've been living off pain for a few years now.
It's sick and twisted.
I never cried.
Not even at funerals.

My ches

They Said I Love You"Mama loves you."
Mama coos as she sews her daughter's lips shut
The little girl nods and lies still in her bed
"Daddy loves you."
Daddy murmurs as he cuts out his daughter's heart
The little girl nods and presses her favorite blanket close
"Sister loves you."
Sister states as she cuts off her sister's legs
The little girl nods and sleeps away

But the morning brings to light all that's happened
The things she's sacrificed to make others happy
And the little girl cannot ignore it
But, she reasons, it is better to be kind
Then to cling tightly to what is hers
So she passes the effect of blood loss off as exhaustion
The feeling of

Fallen...I cannot find the words...
               They're drowning in my thoughts...
                                                     Choking on the air...

BulimiaI put my head up,looked at the mirror.
"Look at you",I said.
"Your eyes are red of crying,
Your face blushed of pain,
You have a scar on your hand,
Thanks to your teeth".
I really tried to be perfect,mama,
I really am trying.
Why do I keep hurting the ones I love?
And my heart is beating fast.
I think I am gonna fall.
Catch me,darling,don't disappoint me.
I need the smell of your skin on me now.
I love you.
My thoughts are lost in the paths of their perfection.
I am a stranger there.
And I was still looking at the mirror.
Talking to myself.
Staring at my own bulimic reflection.
"Look at you!You are beautiful even when

Never AfterWhen they buried you,
It was face-down,
With your
Arms over your head.

I want to make-believe
I'm just hiding
Under the covers.

Don't worry-
I'll make them all
Go away.

You and I
Stood on the roof
During thunderstorms,
With mason jars,
Telling the heavens how sorry we were.

We have to make the angels
Stop crying.

I have fifty-four jars
Of dirty rainwater.

Every night,
Complaints of monsters
In the closet.

Each time I shut the door,
You stared into the mirror.

I can still see them.

That evening,
I walked you to the dock
And helped you
Find sea glass and
Pretty stones

To fill your pockets.
We ti

Promises, PromisesWe were bleeding out, into wine glasses for each other to consume last night. I've still got
Bodily fluids pouring from my mouth. It was given unto us, this strange
Almost wicked ability of infecting one another's dreams.
I see you walk on clouds where I only fall through.
"Come and join me." It pains me deep
In the pit of my stomach to say that I can't.
One day, you're going to discover that those wings of yours are good for one thing, and that's flying;
The anchors tied to my ankles are only good
For sinking.
By the time you reach the sun, once you have learned
To enter the skies for something
Much more beautiful than I, I will have
Reached the bottom of the ocean. I could
Drown forever in the darkest confides of the Mariana
Trench if I knew
You were coming back for me.
I beg of you, please,
Don't forget.

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As she searches for her wings;

The particles of nebulae
Make fine feathers
For someone
Just learning to fly.

I want you to go
And find me infinity.

Bring it back for me to see.

Another bottled message,
Drifting along the ripples
Of spacetime-

A letter to no one
And everyone.

We'll both get out of here one day,
And we can both be happy.
I promise.

The horizon calls out to her,
A different world.
It is only a fading memory;

It is a reminder of her
Pretty prison
With a view of the cosmos.

You and I
Will make beautiful discoveries,

In this universe
And the next.

All of the Earth's
Forgotten eternities
Have gathered in the spaces
Behind her eyes
And inbetween
Her fingers.

She uses them
To teach those that
Perpetually walk the ground
The difference between
Waking and sleeping.

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To Grasp InfinityThere is a place that is known only to those who inhabit it and in the imagination of those who have read the tales, a mysterious and intriguing other world lying right underneath our noses. Though it is vast and without compare, there is but one place that our kind might be able to enter it. Those who have, have never been seen or heard from again.

At the final moment of the sunset, when that great, red disk falls beneath the ocean for its nightly slumber, when the last sliver vanishes, it becomes possible to cross the line between sky and sea, into this other frame of space and time.

This other plane of being is divided into four parts, c

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If you threw yourself from that peak,
Didn't she?
And when you struck the Earth,
You wondered why you
Could not spread your wings.
Come, gather up your pieces
And we'll put you back together
So you can try again
Tomorrow.
The water in your lungs is
Another broken promise,
Isn't it?
She said the hurricane
Would hold you up.
You believe it's your fault
That you sank.
I will help you empty
The salt water
From your stomach
Again.
I have warned you, time
After time,
That it's dangerous for dreamers
To wear their hearts on their sleeves.
One day,
She will have taken all
But the safety pin,
And I won't be able to
Steal it back for you.
Dry your tears,
Dreamer-boy.
We can sew that smile on
In the morning.

Phantasmal ExistenceHe bides his time between
Teaching little girls to smile and
Showing the sleepless
What nightmares are.

When he was a boy,
He was under the impression
That he had wings;

His naivete led him to believe
He could fly.

Spending the eternities before sunsets
Gathering imaginary feathers
And weightless syllables
Seems to mend the ageless wounds.

He is like a crescendo, the
Very crest of a wave as
The ocean swallows it up.

Writing pretty messages
On the inside of his mouth-
I try to tell him that he can't sing
With his tongue in his cheek.

There is a music box in his pocket,
To remind him of all the
Nonsense daydreams and
Meaningless lullabies he had once endured,
Over
And over again.

My arms and legs are scraped raw
From diving to catch his words
That just needed a push in the
Proper direction
In order to float.

I don't mind the aches;
A little blood
Never hurt anyone.

He has a way of
Leaving pieces behind,
Mindlessly lodging the

Bliss in Insignificany"There we go," she said, sitting up again. "All finished." She looked over her work in the space between his shoulder blades, running the length of his spine.

It was more like a tattoo than scratches, the series of words she had carved into him this time around. They were from something she had written previously, something he had yet to read.

Her companion gave a long and relaxed-sounding yawn, crossing his arms under his chin as he rested in her lap. She examined her labors for the umpteenth time.

His form is made of something beautiful
That got left out in the rain.
Something too heavy to reach the sky
But still too light to sin

Sinking with GraceIt was a curious thing, the idea of standing upon a cliff side in a gale. Thunderheads rolled ever closer; soon, a gentle drizzle became a torrential downpour, soaking the young woman through, down to her bones.

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Facing the Edge Unasked For

by *SomethingOnceSacred, Oct 11, 2012, 9:34:54 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

"Kill me gently,"
You said.
And handed me the blade
Made out of all the things
We said we would do
Some day.

Some day was soon,
And then,
It was yesterday.

We have wasted
All of our "tomorrow"s;
I fear that, now,
As we face the edge
Of this universe,
We do not have the strength
To reach the next.

"You'll come with me,
Right?"

Staring at the bottomless pit,

I need to stay here
And day-dream a little longer
About each one of
Our
"What if"s
And
"We will"s.

I can pretend,
Just for a moment,
That we have happy memories,
Instead of
Simply swallowing my heartache.

Your assisted suicide
Will have to wait;
I have found myself in
New sunrises-

Ones with
Less black-mailing "I love you"s
And much more freedom.

Take back your blade,
Beloved parasite,
I will no longer
Be needing it.

Facing the Edge Unasked Forby *SomethingOnceSacred

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

( and pulling away )

( finally )

--

I feel like I can actually breathe again.

And nothing has ever felt better.

--

-What did you feel while reading this piece?

-What did you like about it?

-What did you dislike about it?

-How does it make you feel?

© *Cugra

~monstroooo Oct 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

That's an absolutely brilliant opening verse. I didn't read suicide in it, like *intricately-ordinary, but I loved it all the same.

It sounds like a complicated piece to help cure a complicated relationship. It makes me think the protagonist was a victim of an abusive (emotionally) and draining relationship. It also makes me think they're glad to be out of it.

*SomethingOnceSacred Oct 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Hahah, it can be read all sorts of different ways, I'm sure.

Thanks you very much, though! I really appreciate you sharing that with me.

Also, I'm sure you've hit the nail on the head with your observation: that is exactly what I wrote it about, from personal experience, unfortunately. I'm recently out of a rather toxic friendship. But, you're also exactly right in deducing that I'm very glad to be out of it.

~TechWarrior911 Oct 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

The main thing that came to my mind was all of the things I have said I want to do someday and I wondered If I would ever get to do them.

And it's great to hear you are better! ^^

*SomethingOnceSacred Oct 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks much for sharing your thoughts with me, dear! I really appreciate that.

And yes XD Me, too.

~intricately-ordinary Oct 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

"And handed me the blade
Made out of all the things
We said we would do
Some day. "

best metaphor for suicide I've read in a long time, perhaps ever.

I truly cannot express how incredibly happy I am that you are feeling better. truly, truly, truly, I am so so glad! you deserve it all and I am so happy you can stand on your feet and tell the bad thoughts to go away.

this is beautiful, as is all your work. I'm so happy you can breathe

*SomethingOnceSacred Oct 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Oh, my goodness, thank you, sugar!

Yes, it is, indeed, a good feeling to be able to find strength in myself again. ^^

In all honesty, this was written with a close friendship that has recently come to an end. I'm upset, naturally, but through it I've been able to find myself out a little better and situate myself on sturdier ground, so to speak, and I no longer need a crutch to lean on.

Specifically one that seems to have been sucking the life out of me lol

Thank you so much for your lovely comment, deary, in any case! You have no idea how much I appreciate that. ^^

~intricately-ordinary Oct 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm sorry about the situation with your friend. It definitely sounds like you made the right decision, though. I know what it's like to be around someone who's toxic, you will do better without her.

*SomethingOnceSacred Oct 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm sure most people know this feeling very well.

Thank you, dearest! I appreciate that.

And I'm absolutely certain I'm better off without him. ^^

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