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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

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.

Poisonous FearMy poisonous shadow of fear
Glue-like hands and fingernails
Crawling up my swollen spine
Sinking into exposed brain
It chains itself inside
It binds me to its presence

Within a self-abusing mind
Within a body made of shiver
Nightmares broke my running legs
And made my eyes see light
A promise of unbroken world
That I can never have

A shattered personality
An intoxicated sanity
Addicted to my dread
I listen to its silent breathing
I am what it came for
I'm the monster that I fear

There's Something Wrong with Norman BatesLoving you was like seeing absent color,
the unforgiving grays of a poet's December,
waking from a nightmare to a sky devoid of
stars and the moon sunk in the ocean.

The moment I laid eyes on you was the epoch
of my detachment…the collapse of all serenity.

You told me that your parents were dead and buried-
But sometimes they called your name from the wine cellar.
I begged you to haunt me when the lights were off;
"Ghosts won't bother other ghosts." I said

You went to the other side of the room and stared
at a fly dying on the windowsill. When the creature finally
stopped moving, you looked at me with e

Waltzing his last danceThe hall slowly fills;
there is not a tremor, not a sound.
The silence instills
the beating hearts of those that stand around.
Merriment then swells;
its satiating tremble within so profound
but alas there is but one man,
that waltzes to a tune unfound.

The merriment grows
as heels tap and dresses sway.
The bodies glow
with the light shimmering over the ballet.
The melody flows
for all participants are joyful and gay
yet woeful is the man in the corner
that dances a dance of dismay.

People laugh;
the girls in the hall giggle and pose
on the men's behalf
displaying their ornamented clothes;
the splendor in craft
invit

Two Cents and Mirror ShardsShe wears her worth around her neck
In the form of
A penny
From ninety-three years ago
And rusty locks,
Strung on an iron chain,
Along with broken
Keys that go to
Nothing
She knows of
Any longer.

She finds them, on
Street corners and in forgotten,
Lonely places,
Treating them like
Precious treasures
And long-lost friends;
She hangs them near her core
To try and remember
Where all the pieces go,
Where they all come from.
Maybe one day.

Her window
Is made of a shattered mirror
In the hopes of
Being able to see
Something that isn't on the outside.
She is not sure
Exactly what that is
Yet.

None

The Ravens of ValhallaO’er desolate shores wept the fate of immortal flames
And into a Winter sun I bleed my dreams,
as a thousand years of love & war dressed the sky
Long-ships sailed to the otherworld upon Odin’s breath
Betwixt night and day I wandered, shimmering, peering
— Till my chalice of Dragons blood flowed but no more
I became a warrior lost in the stars, drifting, ever falling,
Until the shadows entombed my soul in Raven-lore

Lo the tempest eerie; ‘magick entwining spirit and flesh
Upon snow I awoke dreary, beneath winged-silhouettes
‘Couldst be, my Princess adored; — last of the Valkyrie!
I recall — myriad of

Hope and broken dreamsLove it always beckons
Forever out of reach
Like the warm blue ocean
That laps the golden beach
There my soul it wanders
This shore of broken dreams
Living in the shadows
Of 'ifs' and 'might have been's'
Foolish heart stop wishing
Release me from this thirst
Of all the hurts and pains
Loneliness is the worst
To hear your voice I hunger
To see your face I yearn
Pain beyond enduring
My heart will you not learn?
How can I stop dreaming
Or learn to act my age
When this poetic spirit
Pours my heart upon the page
Grey gives way to sunshine
Hope lifts its dying head
I find a grain of comfort
In something that you've said
Sitting on the golden sand
I look out to the sea
rolling blue enchantment
Bids me "dream of what might be"

Deep WatersThis life is not for sale like a thrift store trinket.
It's as valued as a cherished heirloom,
Which knows the wear and tear
Of a lifetime of being handled.

Sometimes the morning feels like
Sandbags on my chest,
And even small steps tread deep waters.
I am acquainted with the pain of breaking bones,
And the ripping of muscles like taffy.
This body shatters again and again
Like a skipping record in an empty room.

When I am on life's edge,
Peering down into that black abyss of indifference,
Sometimes I am asked to sell my pain for numbness.

But I have a spirit with wings,
That cannot be broken.
I have an enduring spirit with eyes f

Behold Beauty!Beauty around is all I see
Beholden to nature, her gift to me
Simple flower to great oak tree
Gaze in wonder on bended knee.

Meadow sways in gentle breeze
Poppies, buttercups, gentle heartsease
Weary soul by beauty appeased
Summer moment gladly seized.

Soft snow falling, iridescent light
Sky aglow, winter white
Rainfall through Celtic mist
Endless beauty, not to be missed.

Storm raging down by shore
Ocean tossed, howling more
Salt spray driven high in air
Sight of beauty there to share.

These are treasures, hold them dear
Nature's brilliance throughout year
Perfect performance, beauty behold
Close to heart as pleasure unfol

Time for Sleep.The clock ticks,
and the cat purrs.
Time to sleep,
DO NOT DISTURB!

DisintegratingI was never one of the birds,
Just silly enough to look into the sky
And pretend.
There's a man I know; he's forgotten a piece of himself, I think.
He says he can't fold the butterflies anymore.
He's lying, I promise
And I love him anyway.
I never understood him when he said I was made of soot.
The hurricane boy's at my window again. He
Comes to me late at night and taps on the glass.
"The weather is so lovely this evening," he tells me.
I go outside and he trades me his rainwater tears
For all the beats my heart has skipped.
He keeps them in manilla envelopes and hides them
Under his bed.
I've become addicted to the dreaming, to make-believing I'm blind and deaf for a little while.
It's starting to be too difficult for me to tell which is waking
And which is sleeping any longer.
My chronic day-dreaming
Is getting worse. I can't even remember them, and I'm losing track
Of the days.
Maybe if I close me eyes
For just a few minutes more.

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

Mabonthere are dead leaves
sprouting from her amber spine,
reaching with child-fingers
to devour the sun.

her skin is freezing,
seeping winter through
november pores.

seeking warmth,
the whiskey tongues
of godless boys
wish to decipher
the atlas of her thighs.

counting the sleepy fireflies
alight in her lungs- there is
wanderlust churning & warming
her frostbitten heartstrings.

swinging pendulum hips,

"I am the tease of autumn flames.
I breathe in mint sunsets,
& gasoline dreams."

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

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Lacklustre Stardust

by *SomethingOnceSacred, Oct 28, 2012, 10:52:59 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Paint something with
Words
That hang just at
The tip of your tongue,

And cross the gaps
Between galaxies
With your fingertips,

The way you used to do,

Before the stars fell
And your bones turned to ash.

There used to be solar flares
In your breath, and
An icy vacuum,
Longing to warm,
Behind your eyes,

Before you fell into
That super-
Massive
Blackhole
That stole your light.

You traverse
Across the nothing
And everything
Of the cosmos,
Searching for what
You claimed to have
Never lost,

For the purpose of
Living in your past
(Before your stars fell).
This way,
No one will see
That the starshine you had
Has faded.

You cannot bear the thought
Of allowing your
Particles to scatter-
You cannot comprehend
Finally
Going to sleep.

Lacklustre Stardustby *SomethingOnceSacred

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~Pandor17 Oct 30, 2012 Student Artist

This piece applies to my life right now because I feel so frustrated and tired all the time and I feel like I'm polluting the air with my frost than radiating my usual warmth and it's making the atmosphere oh so cold. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.... "That super-
Massive
Blackhole
That stole your light. " It's my favorite part because it sums up the demon that now lies hidden somewhere at the back of my mind and the bottom of my heart.
To me, the piece means innocence is lost, or a formerly warm or good person falling to the dark side, or simply a person who had always been a saviour but when s/he needs saving, there's no one there.

*SomethingOnceSacred Oct 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

What a lovely way of looking at it. Thank you for sharing that with me.

I'm so sorry you're not feeling well at the moment, though, dear. I hope things get better for you, genuinely, I do!

~Pandor17 Oct 30, 2012 Student Artist

Thank you so much!! I really appreciate it

*SomethingOnceSacred Oct 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You're more than welcome, sugar ^^

Not a problem at all.

~Pandor17 Oct 30, 2012 Student Artist

Aww...

~poeticperfectionist Oct 29, 2012 Writer

This line is my favourite by far, "There used to be solar flares/In your breath" I can visualize it well. Overall the imagery is fantastic throughout the entire piece. I can't even express how much I love it!

I would change nothing (: The end is also strong and relatable. "You cannot bear the thought/Of allowing your/Particles to scatter-/You cannot comprehend/Finally/Going to sleep. " I also loved this line:

"And cross the gaps
Between galaxies
With your fingertips, "

You have a unique word choice, don't let people make you stray from it. I see way too many people used cliché words like "close the gaps" it's so general. I love that you "cross the gaps" because I can picture strands crossing over another kinds of like a string of stars like christmas tree lights overlapping each other over one another like a web. GAH It's just so lovely, I must

you now ♥

*SomethingOnceSacred Oct 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Oh, gosh XD;

First of all, thank you! I'm so flattered! You've really just made my day, dear. ^^ I can't tell you how much I love hearing other perspectives like that.

Hahah, well, I'm glad someone likes it lol Thank you so much, again. I tried a lot of words for that line, like 'close' and 'walk' and suchlike, but none really fit for me like 'cross' did. I guess I sort of have a thing for strange/miss-matched word choices.

Lastly, thank you for your lovely comment, deary!

~poeticperfectionist Oct 29, 2012 Writer

Aww shucks you're welcome!

I think poetry is hard for a lot of people to critque because frequently it's hard to understand. Don't feel bad is someone bashes it, they just didn't read it the way you wrote it (:

I love weird word choices so I could completely understand and relate to your decision. It's a tough life writing poetry. You're much more original than a lot of people on here though, be proud of that.

You're welcome, I'm always lurking on dA to find people worthy of praising, it's my honour to dfind someone to compliment.

*SomethingOnceSacred Oct 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

lol I know what you mean. But I really enjoy writing poetry, because it could mean a lot of different things, depending on your perspective. And I love hearing about them, whether or not they are similar to my own.

It's always a real honor. ^^

Oh, goodness XD; Thank you! Once again lol You've really made my entire week with your comments. I'm so glad you've enjoyed my work.

And thank you so much for the watch!

~poeticperfectionist Oct 29, 2012 Writer

Oh absolutely! I have written poems about abortion and had someone interpret it as the Black Plague. It's not wrong, it's just another interpretation (:

I'm glad it made you so happy, happier than I expected XD I'm part of Project Cmment so I guess it's a habit of being overly talkative since I give so many comments out to people... Anyways, I'll be creeping you, ttfn!

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