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softenedthe sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
alone.

in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
raven,
black as night and
just as hopeful.

and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.

I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
me.

Two SoulsCould I touch a silent thought?
Could I know the colour of a word?
Could I hear the universe full of stars?
Could I hold the sea in my arms?
Could I stroke your voice?
Could I live in your heart?

A song never sung
A paper never drawn
A game never won
A man never loved

A flower that moves
A bird on my hair
A tree always blue
Spring
one love
two souls
my world
and you.

AirI want to lose myself
in an illogical need
for love.

I want to remember
to forget
how to breathe.

What is Air
if not you?

Pull Me ClosePull me close
Hold me tight
Tell me silently
That it’ll be alright

‘Cause when you’re near
I feel my heart beating,
When I see you
I feel alive,
When you hold me
I know it’s OK,
And I revel in feeling
The sound of you breathing
With your heart right next
To mine.

The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.
Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.
A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.
He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen.

That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.
Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.
In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.
As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.
A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken.

He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.
Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.
Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.
Pulling out hi

Condemned AloneI always fail in love;
No matter the man I'm with,
He will leave eventually.

My heart rarely smiles
Ripped apart like a curtain
Of memories that
Fades with morning light.

And if I put my trust in you,
Will I regret it, only time will know.

Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lonely eternity?

I'm not sure what to believe;
All these years exposed to lies,
I am filled with bitterness.

I am their puppet;
Strings attached,
They reduce me to worthlessness
Incapable to thrive.

Too scared to leap beyond the moon
Where lovers reside in harmony.

Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lonely eternity?

Lesbian first kiss~laying together, on the bed.
Not touching, I go closer in
Snuggling into you a bit
I play with your cheek,
you play with my hair

I go closer and snuggle..
This time my head
is gently on your shoulder
You snuggle back into my neck
Looking at your face, then your eyes
Your eyes are looking at my lips
I gently grab your chin and lift

I can see your face in perfect view,
you get scared and look down..
I reassure you with a hug.
Look back into your eyes
grab your chin and kiss..

I can feel our lips tremble,
frightened; wanting more
Slowly but gently kissing
explosions of emotions
Beams of sweat on palms
We part away for a second

We kiss again with more confidence
touching each others bodies
stroking slowly, at each others curve

~Love~Love is like power
its strong but can only last so long...

Many people believe there is a red string connected with your soul mate
But strings can snap eventually...

Golden hearts connected together.
Then to rust and break...

love can make you happy and positive
but also sad and negative
very regretful too...

But pay close attention, you'll only get this once.
Pick your partner carefully.
They may just pick your forever..

♥

Star-kissed SpineShe has this air about her
that I don't quite understand.
It's as if her spine is the night sky,
caressing the heavenly bodies
of the planets on her skin.
Ivory skin,
like that of a porcelain doll.
She is fishnet and lace,
black and white,
and all the in-betweens.
I'll take her star-kissed spine
and she can have my battered rib cage,
my sore, slow heart
if only she'll take them.

Desirable SweetnessSkin is so soft so sweet, for it melts in my mouth like chocolate, it makes me wonder if you have ever

Been in love before, for I am eager to know if anyone else has been able to taste your desirable churned

Sweetness, for it makes me quite jealous for someone else has touched you first, seeing your hidden

Away treasures when hearts flourish and beat as one, as the lights dim to see such gloomed pleased

Eyes in an embowered place, in which empowers the sweet aroma of the occasion, such sweetness

Haunts my very soul, and has relished in the faery power of my unreflecting love……

Snapshots of usthe grass doesn’t grow here;
it’s all picket fences and five millimetre lawns
but ours is a jungle, guarded by thorns
as we entwine, anchoring each other
sunshine bathed and blurry
with Narnia tucked behind the beehive

still we’d rather be nomadic than settle
(we are blinkered but bolting)
and smoke and mirrors have more substance than
this hushed hunting for the other shoe
and the lipstick stains on your collar

it feels a little incestuous
but we chose the second circle
and dark matter is a time-bomb, ticking
so I sink into you again (and again)
rooting for salvation beneath your husk
and hoping we’ll find right

rippleshow many ripples you can cause
in the ocean of someone's heart,
each person has a tidal system they must abide and sometimes,
(even though you know better than to fight the waves)
you can't help but fool yourself into thinking
you can dive a little deeper.
(even though you're running out of air already)

and i am already becoming an expert in
clasping my hands together just right
so that it feels like someone else's fingers
interlaced with mine,

i know how to drape one leg over the other
to make it seem as though it's your ankle touching my foot
i press my back to the pillow beside me,
pretend its more than
just my body warmth heati

That Thing Called LoveA moment
A kiss
This feeling
A wish

A gesture
A touch
These feelings
Too much

Descriptions
Depictions
No words
Can be written

This love
A thought
This knowing
Is enough

See my breath fog up the glass
Flakes of white go floating past
With pale face and reddened nose
Brave the chill, smile as it snows
Just be patient, wait, he'll come
That winter spirit I deeply love
That smirk, a tingle down my spine
Holds me close, knows that he's mine
Time is running out, my dear
Limited edition, winter's here
Make the most of every kiss
With every moment, make a wish
Snowflakes falling all around
Disintegrating on the ground
We don't care for radiators
We keep our house a refrigerator
Because we seem to make our own heat
The clock intensifies each beat
We may be young but we're not stupid
We know you'll leave when it gets

subrogationwhile you sailed the seven seas,
I dreamt I danced with the wolves.

It was a dark night; and in the clearing they circled me,
crowned by fireflies.
While we twirled and twirled around the fire,
the gods made and unmade the world,
so many times they undid themselves
and my dream,

and I fell into consciousness like into a seamless abyss,
and crashed into a floor of stone;

but when I opened my eyes, I was in your arms,
and you had stopped rowing.

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Nihilism

by ~Lalune-hime, Dec 14, 2011, 5:36:38 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

You are ten again
Everything to gain
Backseat of dad's car
Brother at your left
Concrete racing underneath

Being ten consists of:
Shared dusty motel space
New school every two weeks
He's still there though
Your brother
You have what it takes

Ten minus six years
Is that burning house
Unrelenting sirens, smoke
Baby brother in your arms
Dad crying himself to sleep

Twenty years from ten lands you
With him in your car
Times are changing
And you seem to be racing
Towards the end of the world itself

"How many angels
Can dance on the head of a pin?"
Michael, Lucifer
Pawns in their chess game

The swan song itself:
Your brother, falling into hell
In Kansas, where home burned down
You broke the promise you made to him
Yourself…
On scraped knees,
Not a man
Now broken shell

You are thirty two years old today
Photo album in lap
A dead brother with no epitaph
No longer yours
This apple pie life you wanted so badly
Has never been so bitter sweet.

Nihilismby ~Lalune-hime

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

©2011-2013 ~Lalune-hime

aaaaaaaaangst.
angst and poop feelings.
aah.
spoilers for season five finale of supernatural

~~love 0 0~~

~~joy 0 0~~

~~wow 0 0~~

~~mad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

Mood: Gloomy

*dmakron Dec 14, 2011

Arrg. That hurt.

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~YWYH-s--Morelenmir Dec 14, 2011 General Artist

Agh, not the angst.

This is rather beautifully written.

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