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Could it be...Could it be
That the clues I leave
Are really just holes
Just emptying my soul

Could it be
That no one can see
The pictures I draw
Of the things I saw

Could it be that
I write things people forget
And the things I say
Are forgotten within a day

Could it be that
People regret
Reading the things I write
And I just don't know it yet

Could it be
You can't understand me
And all my dreams
Aren't possible in this reality

Could it be
That I don't know myself
That I can't actually ever say
What I want to say

Could it be
That you are all deaf
And there is no reason left
To go on with me and continue talking

Could it be
That I just don't know
An

SadnessSadness had always been an active resident in the places I had lived.
It swelled and breathed and scented the breeze like the dying petals of spring,
floating through open windowpanes and settling like dust on the empty shelves.
Sometimes it just appeared without visible entry like the cobwebs that roost in those corners you had thought so clean just a day ago. Or it unraveled in the morning dew and graced the cold spring skies, scattered like hundreds of wandering stars only visible in the light of a window.

It would melt into my morning tea, cooling the little tornadoes of cream and sugar that spun around my spoon and it would pass behi

RainRain trickles down my window pane
Sparkling glass
Crying diamond tears

Walking down the lane
Frozen in time
Like an old photograph

Bright colors, subdued with nostalgia
Glistening dewdrops
Kiss the flowers' velvet dresses

A fresh breeze
Swirls around me in a whirlwind of
Hope and love

I inhale the dreams that died
Buried under the hard ground
That the new rain has unearthed

I dance with abandon
Childish laughter bubbles up like a spring
As I vivaciously stomp through a stagnant puddle

Life breathes around me
As I spin and twirl
Smiling as the sun begins to shine on me

Parting through grey clouds
It beams at me with its gorgeous rays
An

Blue Lotus

Coming up from Aswan with his catch,
he tacks the course of his dhow
along the Nile of her dark eyes,
her long hair,
the narcotic of blue water lilies,

her lotus pose facing both
the rising, and the setting sun,

the young fisherman begs to know
as he sings upward with his might
and his desire, into the sail
that catches the crosswind--

What is your name, scented one,
in the smoke that rises
from the shores of the cataracts,
where I bring to you my bounty!

He peers into the azure above,
waiting for her answer to fill his sail,
calling out once more as his teeth gleam--
Ma huwa 'ismuki?

Bluesque IllusionReach over the sun
You need to see ahead of yourself
Reach over the sun out
You've already seen how to be broken

Reach over the sun so
You can be ready soon
Reach over the sun out
Believe in your tears that soaked your skin

I can never see what's ahead of me
A never-ending yearning crossroad
Is flesh really worth to hold on to?
I touch it and it always feels so cold

I've never seen a blue sky
I wonder if it's searching
For every broken dreambound
On what life has left for us

There's something about blue that attaches me
To the point of crying scarlet
Its illusion sometimes in a deeper shade
Leaving me yearning for what's left of loving

A

Because I Could NotBecause I Could Not

Because I could not say,
such trite retorts.
To the summer tides
Which were your eyes.

Because Madame Sosostris
Played your tarot, The
'emotionally hanged
Pyramus' (who actually
believes such tripe?)

Because Orans's prison
Set you loose, & I accepted
The tender disguise. That was the
summer tides, which were your eyes.
You said smugly (back then, 'cutely'),
"Oed' und leer das Meer"
(I thought I could delude the situation;
"you love Eliot as well?")

Facing the cruelest month, who is
Always breeding and leaving
mixed memories of lilacs, of dreary
Rain, and gray attempts to
Bring an end to such cere

Thoth of DeathThoth of Death

From death I come
This lie is not
To bring upon ye head
A simple Ravens Peak.

To douse the light
in ever splendid sight
before the view
of those askew

To guide thy hand
and enable it
fit and firm

From Thoth now descend
The ancient bird of memory
of legend its now spoke
upon the merry wheel

It Spoke

It doused the light
and in its darkness
did it crept

The sight unseen
The shadows gleam
To bring thy holy might
upon those wracked
with strife

A subtle message this
one Thoth bird
The oracle is nigh
for all it pine

The death we now seek
is of kindly dimmed
in light

A simple truce
we do now bring

“n’vr oust t

Divided Against A Blackened SkyDivided against a blackened sky,
No idea where my loyalties lie;
I've been outcast by the people I knew:
I can't find anyone who will stand true.
I fought beside them for so long
I don't know where I went wrong
Now I'm left here alone
Never have I been so far from home.
Walking by myself in the dark
My soul is tearing apart.
Feeling longing for what I lack
But I know I can never go back
Even as the darkness closes in,
This is where I'm supposed to begin
I cannot live, yet I will not die
For I'm divided against a blackened Sky.

Butterfly EyesShe touched my butterfly eyes
with dark hands in the heart
of an empty apartment.
The walls concaved in,
the ceiling dripped down,
the floor captured us;
We were molded into
the fine lines, the insides
of this place.

It was sheltering us
from the divine storm
that only she could see.
We kept our fingers interlocked
until we drifted to sleep.

It was night for days;
The rain fell like the sky
was in as much pain as us.
The wings of my butterfly eyes
shuttered under the finger tips,
soft from weeping.

I desperately wanted to fly
off the face I was attached to,
cut away the burden of my body
and release the little p

Everything Dances At Its Bitter EndDarkness, twirling, swirling around you
A swish of a long ruby shawl
Niceties long disposed of, turn in their graves
Chains clink softly, bloodless white hands
Emotions are dancing, their final, their last

Tower of Babel
Tower of Babel

Held within such tender arms
Warmth I'll forever hold...
Stars shine like a thousand charms
You smile a smile so cold

You locked your own heart
With a rusted key
You're breaking apart
With every feigned glee

A flower without sunshine
Is doomed to die....
A love without sorrow
Is merely a lie

Clutching on to me so tightly
Screaming out in pain
Your voice at the peak of breaking
It's driving me insane

Within the silence of this room
I whisper wishes to the moon
And in my dreams I see your smile
Let's just stay like this for awhile

There's no such thing as forever
But even still let's be together....
An

Forever the RavenousBeyond the veil hallowed, I am Witches blood & wine;
flame of throne, soothsayer & death, magick seething
Come hither; drink me dark'n divine

Whispers of Night's harvest, ravenous in twilight eerie;
— tongues of Crows in gothic serenade
Poised in wilderness shadowed, I beseech thee:
"O' darkest Love, seek me in decay, dripping from thy lips"
Incantations of the Moon glisten from mine eyes ...
Seraphic-winds undress Demons in the trees;
— dreaming streams o'er Nature's breast
Black-feathered-Priests covet my nocuous splendor
— For I am Winter's nocturne —
a dark-mantra, salivating on the edge of the world
And so she peered into

Eternal sufferingshe looks at each tomb
she seeks the name of his first love

this man was nice and tender
he was aware of her past
he had never judged her crimes

kneeling before his grave, her hands immersed in this cursed land
she cries her sadness and her distress

I loved you, my angel
excuses me, I had not the choice
the abandonment was the only solution

Grief of a GhostThe light I always imagined
The transportation I have longed
Have not come of this new state
What have I done to be so wronged?

All around me has not changed
The house I always knew
And the walls the same color
The air the same hue

Yet when I lift my hand
In front of my cold face
I see right through the figure
Barely a line left to trace

As I take a step, or clench my fist
I feel my limbs as floating gossamer
My whole form is but a mist
I never imagined it would be like this
When I ceased to exist

I hear in the next room
Cries of weep and woe
Familiar cries of my mother, my f

Autumn HomeThe wistful wind
The tide of the trees
The red and gold color
Of crisp fallen leaves

The vast green floor
And blue tapestries
Blew right through me
With the gentle breeze

My peaceful heart
Knows its home
This great rock
Of which I roam

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Rolled up the paper,
and carried you in hand.

Gave you to a girl,
with your eyes,
and chestnuts in her hair,
like yours.

Made her smile,
seeing butterflies in a field,
but she gave you back,
when she saw
they are going in the sunset.

I put you on
my dreaming wall,
to be my last glimpse,
of my world
before I remember
you're only a painting.

Winged Perianths                   I dream
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                 of daffodils,
              and a waveless mirror
                   of water
                 in its midst.

                 Of a visage
               of my resemblance
            wondering with my eyes.

             Of the unending void
               of this universe
              seeded with holes;
              of the cold petals
              of countless stars,
           and the gravity of souls.

                   I dream
            of their seeds of black
                 taking root;
                and their blood
                  of violet

The Perfect SenseYou are the chamomile tea,
(that soothes my nostrils in the mornings,
taking me to Dada's apple garden.)

that wreaks havoc on my taste buds.
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and feel its full warmth in her smile.)

When Jimi's riff is sung by you,
(taking me through the maze of his purple haze,
knowing that I'll never get lost.)

I can see you hiding in Monet's Pond;
(and now do I realize why he named it
l'impression.)

and feel you on my skin;
(as I sit on my porch caressed by the sun,
with the fur of our litter under my palms.)

Then everything becomes you
in a single perfect sense -
synesthesised and condensed.

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     lands upon
     her brow;
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     as a snake
     with a head
     of diamond
      demanding
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           breaking
           through
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           of my
          unmountable
          fortress
         of reason.

        Shouting
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     as a knight
    illuminating a
    treasure hunt
     in the cloudfull
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         she glides,
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With the Princess in her Glass Castle

by ~Pr0metheusUnb0und, Dec 6, 2012, 2:55:46 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

In a snowball
out of time;
wandering the roads
of her shawl
and her hair,
paved with
wild cocoa and thyme,
I am searching
for a rescue,
not hers,
but mine.
Like the snowflake
looking for home
after its silent ball
in her stare.

With the Princess in her Glass Castleby ~Pr0metheusUnb0und

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

A snowy cold afternoon in Lund.

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~roadkillKitten Dec 29, 2012

I really like the obscurity of this piece, its dichotomy, makes it moving. Very well done! I think we're all looking for a place called "home" in someone else's eyes.

~Pr0metheusUnb0und Dec 29, 2012

It's the creator's fault! He made us wanting, maan!

~roadkillKitten Dec 31, 2012

Ha haa... Well, I'm not sure who's "fault" it is, I think we just need someone to see us for who we really are, and love us anyway.

~merlfoxFell Dec 29, 2012

I really like the imagery here

The last line does seem to bring it to a rather abrupt end considering the beautiful flow you've created with the description before, in my opinion. But the title fascinated me and I love the seemingly nosensical
'Wandering the roads
of her shawl
and her hair;
paved with
wild cocoa and thyme'
which actually creates a clear feeling without needing to be perfectly realistic. YAY!

~Pr0metheusUnb0und Dec 29, 2012

YAY! Thank you kindly dear sir/madam.

~merlfoxFell Dec 30, 2012

My pleasure

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