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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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

Poet as PainterThe world
Your dusty palette,
The pen
Your muddied paintbrush:

Dip into
The impossible
Colour
Of imagination

And stain
The pristine slate
With an
Image distilled.

BoyfriendI thought you were good.

You WERE good.

You played with my hair.

You held me when I cried.

You were a gentleman.

You made me laugh.

You kissed me.

You loved me.

I loved you.

It was then that I learned the truth.

The dirty, rotten, stinking truth.

About you!

You cheated.

You played with her hair.

You kissed her.

You loved her.

You made her laugh.

I saw you – don’t you dare deny it.

I saw you giving her that love.

That same love you gave me.

I break up with you.

You don’t even seem to care.

Did you ever love me at all?

Or was it only ever her?

Much later, you’ll realize what a mistake you made.

I

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.

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

untitledGold abundant at your feet,
Heart ripe and pumping on your sleeve,
And eternal admiration;
To say happiness has evaded you
Would be asylum-esque lunacy
For you have nothing to lose,
Fate is on your side,
The odds are in your favor infinitely
Do not waste the gift you’ve received

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

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.

clicheTo those who hold bird bones
on the edge of their limbs,
there are dissipated lungs
filled with skies
longing for pillars of fire
rather than bottled souls
kept in the brink of captivity
too big for sparrows.

To those with the cancer
of building and rebuilding
their minute sentences
into salt-shaken metaphors,
sometimes a whisper
trying to be a rhapsody
will never be the same as
a declaration,
an aubade on it's own.

To those who empty
their ash trays
like cremated dust onto
salivating pores and
two cents of syllables weeping
by your windowsill,
there's sand in your mouth.
sand so red that oxygen
will mistake it for blood
so your words wi

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27. Foreign / Welcome to the WorldCity of endless expanse: Welcome to the world.
Welcome to the never-ceasing cogs
And endless roads.

Welcome to the United People--
About as united as the divisions among infinite numbers.

Welcome to ending roads, and faded memories,
Welcome to the smoke in the sky, and the burning from the Sun.
Welcome to the shattered hunger that plagues us--United.

But if you turn out to dead end
If your signs read "No Vacancy"
Know that your welcome is short lived.

26. TearsI feel like today is going to be a glorious day--
Sitting on the edge of a cliff,
Blowing around like rain in the wind,
Its going to be a glorious day.

But all I see at the end is you walking away,
But all I want you to do is pull me off the jagged rocks,
And sit on the edge with me.

So the rain falls on the cliff
And so the rain falls on my face
As the tears get blurred in with the storm.

And so the tears fell,
They rained down from heaven to this hell.
And the cliff swallowed them whole,
As you walked away, so did a tear from my soul.

25. Orly? / Shocked and SurprisedGrowing up, passing the time,

listening to music, every single chime.

Eating the food, pretending not to choke,
Smiling and laughing, as the food slowly goes.

Scribbling on my hand the thoughts in my head,

Watching as the students go half dead.

Answering the question with surprise,
Responding to the answer with shock.

I'm fake with a fool on the outside,
Who's breaking my thoughts with every stride.
A mask on a face which is melting away.
A soldier who limps, wounded from the fray.

24. Trouble Lurking / The Jaws and the SkyLike the shadow beneath the sea,
And the fin of the shark from under me,
There is a distant problem up ahead.
But I don't fear it; No, not today.

Like the dust that falls from the stars,
And the sand that glimmers, like the lights and cars,
I will remain like the celestial bodies before me:
Revolving around and around till they collide.

And if the city blocks out the lights,
And if the sun doesn't shine behind,
Just know that there might be trouble ahead,
But you could always replace it with hope instead.

23. Cat / Cordination NarrationSulking out of sight, silent as the night.
Crouched and keen, waiting for the right moment.
He strikes as the clock tolls,
he strikes with all of his fury,
The cat is victorious.

22. Mother Nature / Looking Through the SmogRemember when we would stare at the clouds?
Upon my hill, Mother Nature would step from her shrouds,
And display images so white:
A horse, a crane, a lions mane,
All the beautiful things Mother made for me.

But the next day, upon my hill I sat,
And not a cloud was in sight;
Yet, I looked for the clouds despite.
I looked for mother again,
To show me her silvery face.

But in day I saw no horse, crane, or lions mane.
I saw no Mother. In its stead a small factory sprouted.
And I could hear Mother far away,
I heard her as she shouted,
As in the factory, her skin they would flay.

So I screamed till the night,
Once all the workers ha

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Inexplicable

by ~Carnivoree, Aug 30, 2012, 7:55:45 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Love is in the meek looks,
Love is in the weakness

Loss is the shattered glass,
the iron willed sledgehammer
to the concrete floor,

Love is inexplicable,
Love is understandable.

Loss is 6 feet under
Loss is waterlogged lungs
in three inch puddles

Love is the cool water
that greets the sand
to recede back again.

Love cannot be sent
Love cannot be received

Just because I cannot share
Doesn't mean I haven't lost or loved.

Inexplicableby ~Carnivoree

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Said something in class today, not sure if it was stupid or not, but I had to vent.

~therandomplatypus Aug 30, 2012

first of all, your idea wasn’t stupid in the slightest. i thought about what you said for the rest of the day, just trying to pinpoint what was so peculiar about it. i think the reason people attacked it was because society in general over-sensationalizes the feeling of love to the point of overkill. there is no doubt that love has lost its meaning, if it ever had one in the first place. this is exactly what orwell was saying in his essay -- established phrases like “i love you” are just fed to us by forces such as the media to utter at the “appropriate time” in a relationship, whether or not those feelings are actually inside you. perhaps it’s the opposite: saying the words themselves might even spark the emotions of love within somebody. i have no idea. while i don’t necessarily agree with your entire idea, i do think it’s a valid point, and a very interesting one at that.

~Carnivoree Aug 30, 2012 Student Writer

the whole thing just really bothered me i guess so I spent the entire day trying to formulate the thought because its just so frustrating to be shot down like that. I'm not sure people understood what I was saying, which was the phrase within itself is meaningless because its just some sort of milestone, whereas the true emotion in undefinable uncharacteristic and i believe impossible to equate in language.
I definetly wasn't saying love doesn't exist because that would be so unbelievably depressing I was saying its lost all meaning and definition.

~therandomplatypus Aug 30, 2012

i understand that more clearly now, but other people were definitely misinterpreting what you were saying. and gal certainly didn't help by adding that bit about the pleasure that beans give to people...

~medownyou Aug 30, 2012 Student General Artist

well sigh...lovely that you can make a poem that actually is bright...all mine end up dark as the night

~Carnivoree Aug 30, 2012 Student Writer

thanks but this poem isn't necessarily bright.

~medownyou Aug 30, 2012 Student General Artist

I know, but as an example it would seem would be our siggy's for one yours says "Light Up the darkness" while mine says "There goes the sun..." even though both can have the same meaning which one comes off as having less hope in the light?

~Carnivoree Aug 30, 2012 Student Writer

I was quoting Marley because i thought his view on music is enlightening quite literally.

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