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Little NothingsI was the prettiest girl you knew,
you had said,
your eyes on me through the rearview mirror.
Glasses that belonged in the '70s rested atop your black,
hairspray encrusted hair
and two hoop earrings dangled from each ear.
I remember that it had rained that day.
The umbrella still sat open in the passenger seat
where I belonged,
dripping crystal droplets onto the fake leather seat.

My hair still smelled of compressed air
and sugary plastic;
battle scars from our earlier fight.
The ride took four hours across the prairie.
One in silence,
Two filled with big band tunes,
toe tappin,
finger snappin, and
dashboard drummin,
And a
Feeling SickI found someone
who makes me feel
seasick
in the most
delightful way.

His voice is a
hurricane
which sends my insides
churning,
legs
quivering,
and heartbeat
whirling.
KawaYou told me water
Ran only in the summer
When wind currents stormed.

How can that be if
The earth always rotates and
The wind always blows.
FirelightShe was breathless with fireflies
and sleepless nights
amongst lilac caresses
and beneath a moonlit heaven.

She was starlight in the night,
glowing with pink pinched cheeks
and beauty which she stole straight from heaven.
God let her keep the splendor.

She was the dimples in her cheeks
as she smiled wide at the cupped fireflies
matching her splendor
and the lilac caresses.
honor is a cold cloakand i stood
in freezing barns
for hours
drinking in your
cavernous laugh,
'til the ice sank
into my spine
and your coal-dark
eyes were
the only warmth
escaping
winter's grasp.
outside, snow
gathered on
my lashes
and night fell
swiftly
as the promise
of hot drinks
dripped
from your tongue,
and though my
young heart
yearned
to warm my hands
in yours
i only smiled and
said goodnight.
i knew
that if i followed you
inside
where the wood
crackled
and the light danced
with shadows
on the walls
i would kiss you
and you would
let me.
i knew
she never deserved you.
but i also knew
that if i walked away
one
Tara (from Lyrics)She doesn’t storm
‘cause she is bored with sun
she can rain for half a day
and what could be more
natural?
 
Her wind touches the land
with devastation
fingers the calm
then whispers to a wan
conclusion
 
That hedges are for gardeners
 
Nasturtiums for human beings
Frictiona whisper in dense woods
that scurries upon the bark of gnarled, twisted trees
and weaves its way into timid piles of dead leaves
lies have become my truth

the friction in my tired bones
and the humming in my throat dies,
as you come to call
and refuse your sin tonight
ApneaEach breath taken
Age old pipes hard-water filled
Flaking, caking,
Mineral pilled
Sleep forsaken
Struggle
Chills to the bone.

Spun, black cotton
Cocooning stumble-drunk
Lurches to catch
One more life giving
Purchase of air...

It's the desert sun on vinyl,
Winter salt on on metal,
Cracking, eating;
Death.
Poein TerraGathered in my skirts
are the makings of me,
picked pinchfuls tucked in
folds of felt.

Spiral shell, cone of pine.
Dangling berry pucker-red,
tangled vine.

Swish about in my step,
broiling the Witch's brew.
Evil thingsSo beautiful
The destruction,
Petals forced away from themselves,
I managed to look at the right moment
When those pink tear drops circled
Around in the wind.

The sky is a warm grey,
Darling.
My goodness
This storm is lovely.

Down comes the rain,
The smell of wet asphalt reaches me,
The smell of trees
Glistening with rain,
The sound of water and wind and
Tinkering rooftops,
The dry soil
Drinks.

The people are running to their homes,
Annoyed and disgusted,
But I am watching
From the comfort of my bedroom window,
Cosy and dry,
Wearing an evil smile.
septemberleaves bowed to hot-wet, the curdled
air upon our skin, and musk twined
to winds wrought with autumn's spice;
i sought beneath great folds of flesh
and eyes engulfed in paste to find
an ugly vessel unbefitting—

when unsatisfied, i yielded and
knew you redhanded, red-faced;
you admired my figure and named
me shallow as i pooled beneath
your wanton breaths—slick—and
bowed to the heat of an indian summer,
clutched in effeminate hands—

you have been alone since then,
pining for truest June, but i always
admired the sculpt of your mind;
if you call, i will listen—if you die,
i will write the eulogy like
At Least I Can WriteNever write
in this state of mind:
that's what I keep telling myself
as I jot down every word.

Last night's anguish
came from having no woman.
Pinning you against the armorial
with lips pressed to my neck
behind walls so paper thin,
one would think the voices on the other side
were our own,
only we weren't speaking with words.

Almost is never enough.

Tonight's anguish
comes from not having enough money:
grounded to the house
listening to what sounds like the neighbors
killing each other.
Oh don't mind me;
I'm just waiting for the checks to clear.
At least then I can over draw my account, again.

Tomorrow nig
up in flamesyou sulk
your back turned
toward me
eyes strewn around the room
flexing your fingers
open and
closed

you say
i've forgotten
how to makes amends,
"flirtatious or unfriendly,
afraid of intimacy
and other things that smell like
furling smoke
charred houses
but sometimes you run and
the fire is behind you
until you turn back and say
it's okay, baby.
it's okay."
A Life Built With HerI.
It dawned on me that home is made
from remnants of my life

with her, and were she to leave this
world, I do not know.

II.
I think on marriage and the vows
we made, wondering how I could have

misunderstood so much the intricacies
of this sacred union -

the way she permeates my everything,
and the way I cannot ever say

with words the deepness of our
friendship.  I have come to

understand the nature of love, that
it carries with it a fee most

grave - terror in the thought
that she could one day suffer,

the whole of her mighty honor
carried upon my feeble back.

I do not wish to envision a world
with me and not her...
 
1Blaspheme, I stand out like an arrogant thorn on the briar
Cautious like bark and sap trickles down
Distant atmosphere can't carry the weight of an all knowing seed
Rupturing the rapture and drowning out the sound
Of too much fire, sparking from the night spires
That stand too high and speak riddles at my name
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I've got a knife,
And this doesn't rhyme.

Violets are blue,
You're just a douche.
I'm not yours,
And never will be.

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Love isn't lust,
And Christ is a must.
In this twisted world of yours,
I bet your forgot to make yourself ugly.

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It won't pull me in.
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You've lost all your chances.
A sure signCrunch of cicadas
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Yellow SkiesIt's shining bright outside,
In your life,
In your beautiful world.
How that's possible I have yet to understand.
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But alas I'm blind
And these rays of gold miss my eyes.
I wish just to see,
Be free of this darkness that enfolds me like a cloak.

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That I dream about,
Is far from my reach.
I fear I'm doomed to never shake this feeling,
This feeling of nothing.
Each emotion slips through my fingertips
Like the sunshine that dances away from me.

It's shining bright outside,
And now all I can do is wish,
And hope,
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Knock on the doorDoor creaks open...no one's home

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Beauty is a Love Withheld - Response

:icondawn181:

Thine eyes are naught short of brilliant orbs of blue,
small robin eggs
which glisten with morning’s dew
as you tell me with silent conviction a truth I refuse to believe:
Beauty is a love withheld.

You constructed a web of memories -
weaving together tender bits of skin and
sweet and shallow breaths
around a fragile little heart,
a slight dose of magic to up build a wall,
a wall that reflects the past
and entertains fleeting glimpse of the future –
as you whisper with fierce intensity a truth that I reject:
Beauty is our love withheld.

And it’s my breath, which hitches,
catching somewhere in my throat.
And it’s my eye, which itches,
burning with stinging tears.
And it’s my ears,
which are ringing with an unsettling truth I now believe:
Beauty is love withheld.
:icondawn181:
This is a long awaited first place prize for ~jessica35 who won first place in #Penpa's Beauty Contest. For her literature commission from me, she asked for a response to her winning poem Beauty is a Love Withheld. Go read her piece right now! It's so beautiful. I have to admit I felt rather foolish writing a response to her piece because of how vastly different our styles are and how incredibly better her piece is compared to mine.

But anyways, I hope you like it Jessica!


Only ~jessica32 can use this poem (with credit given to me). No one else may use this piece for any reason.
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~jessica35 Nov 15, 2012
Thank you so much for doing this! You should have more confidence in yourself, this is brilliant. You captured the original idea and put a new spin on it. Your descriptions are beautiful. The language you used created intense and powerful images. It was a pleasure to read, really well done.
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=dawn181 Nov 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Oh wow(: I'm super glad you liked it! Your words mean so much!!
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*IAmPoetry Nov 14, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
What a defining poem! Bravo.
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=dawn181 Nov 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you!
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~Gardevrose Nov 14, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Don't sell yourself short. This is a very beautiful piece. :)
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=dawn181 Nov 14, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Oh thank you :)
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~Gardevrose Nov 14, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
You're very welcome. :)
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