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DancingGod gave them bodies
Clad in copper and sweat dipped
With fierce moving limbs.

SilenceLoved you long ago
But now I don't know
Where I want to go...

I used to be in love
But now I am in blood
It's just you I'm thinking of...

(Pre-chorus)
With you, there was happiness
Now it's just emptiness
Fell for someone who's heartless...

(Chorus)
Can you hear the silence?
Can you see the violence?
Why does it hurt,
If this is just love?
Can you feel my heart beat?
Can you see me in defeat?
Can you hear my silence?

I don't know what to do
Thoughts revolve around you
Remember the "love you"'s

I remember I was in love
But now it is just blood
Do you know what is love?

(Pre-chorus)

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
Why am I always silent?
Why are yo

SinkingRecently I've been sinking
Like a stone into a pond
Having skimmed across the surface
Of life for far too long

Please may I have a new heart
Along with a new mind
I cannot reverse this feeling
No, I'm sorry, not this time

Recently I've been sinking
Into myself like quicksand
No one sees as it swallows me
Each grain a mislaid plan

Please may I crawl inside your love
Mingle hearts until the end
I cannot reverse this feeling
No, I'm sorry, not again

Recently I've been sinking
Such an overused metaphor
But one which is cathartic
When choosing to explore

That I could save you my love
And in time you could save me
As fear and

Heartless Hospitality~You have your games
and I have mine
You have your means to an end
And I have nothing but time

Everyone looks at me with death in their eyes
Some kind of cooked up betrayal I committed
No use in me denying these lies
There is nothing left to be said

I come knocking at your door
And you deny me the simple warmth
Of your arms and your heart
Letting this wall keep us apart

I sit here alone with myself
And I understand
I've cut off the rotten limb that got me nowhere
Cut off the screams of "It's not fair!"

What is the use of jealousy
What is the use of feeling these feelings?
I tell you I don't care for you anymore
You caused this conclusion w

I Need You To KnowStop.
I need you to stop what you're doing
And listen to me for a second.
I need you to understand my words
Even though they fall carelessly from my lips.
It will only take a few minutes, I promise.

I need you to know that I love you,
And that I always have.
I cared for you more than myself.
Nothing else matter as long as
You were there to comfort me,
And I thank you for that.

I think you should know that when I
Woke up this morning my first thoughts
Were of you, as they are every morning.
I wanted to know how you felt,
If you were okay,
If you were thinking of me…

Now for the hard part:
I need you to know that I don't w

there must bei. i can only assume that you got one of the
seventy six letters i sent your way
and though my breaths are frost-bitten in
the cold of the night you came back
i am still shaken
i am still aching

is there a moment between then and now
where your might may have
caught some shame?

ii. i woke up in between this morning
and everything felt off
my letters were waiting on the kitchen
table; silent, raging yet so
subtly ignored by color
almost as if time had wanted to erase
the glide of my fingers that desperately
inscribed nothing more
than my lack of lucidity

is there justice in the curvature of your
bones, that once smothere

The Changing SeasonsIn the moonless dark of wanting the human escape,
the rain of desire of man doth fade,
before the time of birth the trees doth mourn.

Under the cover of desire the mind sleeps,
blood dripped from its lustful sword
crows await the night at dusk,
for their chance of nevermore.

In the autumn of devotion our souls do sink,
dying the dance of seasons burn
the season of tears scream under the cloudless sky.

Shapes of discord mourn beneath the surface,
waves of tears escape wordlessly,
the light of our imagination dreaming
under blankets of new snow.

Before the day, the dreams of desire
airy spirits of longing escape their f

Love's ReignLove has reigned
but only for some
Our summer's waned
and winter has come

The summers were short
its beauty, only a taste
but the winter does court
with cold hands, to give hope a chase

The winds stay vain
their cold kisses upon our lips
speak of promises well maintained
But all promises do come to a zip-

For existence does not last
and what was once becomes naught
So we wait as the winter crawls past
and pray that the love which reigns be not forgot

This MorningThe cream in the milk
was thick on my tongue
when I got your letter.
It was fatty and hard to swallow,
I almost gagged.

But I finished the glass,
threw your greetings in the trash,
then left to ready myself for the day,
leaving an empty cup on the table
next to an unmarked piece of notebook paper

Paradigm Of The Lost DivineTake my pitiful mind to a better place,
So I can see the brightest stars shine,
In that abysmal hope called space.
To reach out and touch a forbidden face,
Is the greatest gift anyone could find.

For I have witnessed in vast wonder,
The eternity before this epic I ponder,
Where no creature would consider his death.
But who am I to declare what is up or down?
Nothing is the name of hell in which I drown.

Take my woeful heart to a lesser worth,
So I can hear the darkest sighs scream,
In that dismal void called birth.
That genesis of so mysterious a mirth,
Is the coldest curse anyone could dream.

For I have listened to past laught

firm gripYour fingers strum
the chords of my brain
a hand cupped chin
to raise me from beneath

I’d know this insulation anywhere
it feels like putting on a comfortable shirt
arms fill the sleeves
as fabric moves over skin exquisitely
for the perfect fit

I lie every time I nod my head in silence

It was anchors I needed
and fish hooks
I know the art of drowning
suspension and bleeding

The captain goes down with his ship,
but not before he sails

Now is not the time
for bravery and fear
we passed those
craggy rocks
years ago

Twisting in my skin,
pulling tight on the ropes

Head strong
into the squall
moves through and between
wriggling fingers

ArtArt.

Imagine...

The world is your canvas.

Society is your paint brush.

The people are your choice of colours.

What kind of picture would you paint?

How would it differ from the image that is currently on show?

Would you go mad and rid yourself from all forms of restraint?

Just how far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?

I ask because every portrait I create,

Is inspired by what is already in front of me.

So is it possible to even recreate,

Anything that the mind is not able to see.

The picture will always be the same

Because this life is all we know.

Where there is compassion there must be pain

Because it us who made

Untitled NightsRemember when I promised you forever?

Well I only meant tonight and
the little bit of air left in the high
of my lungs. So keep me alive with
the onslaught of your breath, the wet
corners of your lips pressed clumsily
against my own. Let us draw this out
like the waist of your pants lying
somewhere in the past, when you
still thought you were gay and
men looked good in nothing at all.

Lovely Deadly SicknessShall I join you when you leave
Shall I die along side
Shall I cease to breathe
At the right hour shall I die

I still hear your words echoing through my head
They will forever haunt my mind
Those sickening words you said
That one killing line

Shall I hold your hand
Until it becomes cold
Shall I bury you in this land
Just waiting to grow old

I don’t want to watch you die
I don’t want you to get sick
You promised forever, yet clearly lied
And I can’t deal with this

Shall we spend eternity
Together in hell
Don’t you want to be with me
Until the last tolling bell

This world leaves me lonely
This world breeds my hate
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Coming OutWith promises to be good,
you prayed every day
and waited for the sign,

even when a songbird touched
down on the roofs of Kansas
and went hollow on your shoulder.

The shedding of teardrops,
the coming out of a heartland
from its religion.

Breathing the smoke of its ash,
and being washed clean of what
you thought you knew.

The locusts never come,
the harvest will yet fail,
but don't deny the butterfly

that carries you over pastures
of dairy cows too busy
to look up at you and judge.

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With just a single look.
As you bat an eye
My heart goes wild,
I swear you can hear its beat.
I regret to ask,
As I hide my scarlet face,
Will you please return me to my previous state
If you never wish to act.

A simple grin
Makes me melt,
Your easy laugh
Clears my mind of all logic and
Replaces it with feeling.
I fall further into
An inescapable hole,
Which you hold the only ladder.

My skin burns from where you touched me last,
And I long for that feeling again;
To stroke your face,
Feel your warmth
And send goose bumps up my skin.

Release on me the grip you hold,
And prevent further infatuation

All Because of YouShh, can you keep a secret?
Will you promise not to tell?
I think I like a girl,
I know I like a girl.

Shh, can you keep it down?
Please don't wake the whole town.
I refuse to utter her name
I won't make you go away.

Shh, I know you've discovered the truth,
But please don't say those words.
Don't apologize through teary eyes,
I understand and already know
That you'd never swing my way.

Shh, can you keep a secret?
This girl I like is you.

Others DrinkDrown my sorrows in a flood of noise,
Let my lazy head fall on my chest,
Saliva dripping from the corner of my lip,
Damping my shirt.

Clear my head of all coherent thoughts,
Leave me dumb and confused,
Numb and irrational,
And overall lost in the world.

Scream at me all your troubles,
Leave a list of obscenities in my head
And bang on the drums until a headache forms,
To take the place of my aching heart.

Drown my sorrows in invisible liquor,
Fill me up with meaningless emotions,
Take away all my hope for a feature,
Because being drunk is so much easier.

They Live in YouA single tear remained in the back of her head,
Silently waiting for when it was needed
So it could shine in the darkest of hours.
It smelled of jam and sour perfume,
Of home cooked meals and crisp gingersnaps.
The tear glittered with diamonds when the lights went off
And flashed pearly white teeth when they were on.

A second tear remained in the back of her head,
Shinning fearlessly in moments of triumph.
It had the texture of stuffed animals,
And the ferocity of a teddy bear.
It lent a warm hug to the unsuspecting owner,
Flooding her with warmth
And glowing with pride.

A third tear remained in the back of her head,
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Striking BeautyLord, you constantly amaze me,
Though I should expect this wonder from you.
Lord, you constantly inspire me,
Suddenly I'm striving to be the best I can be.
Lord, you constantly bring tears to my eyes
As I see your beauty and fall witness to your miracles.
Lord, you constantly have me,
Each day I love you more.

Lord, I'm amazed by you.

Lord, I'm saved by you.

Lord, all I need is you.

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by =dawn181, Dec 29, 2012, 11:11:13 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Come,
Let us
Burn new trails
With our teenage
Ambition as a guiding, white beacon.
There is beauty to be found in what's left
Of burnt incense,
Guitars, and
Echoed
Dreams.

Duskby =dawn181

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2012-2013 =dawn181

I wrote a Double Tetracty for the December Form Challenge today

Tetractys should express one complete thought using 20 syllables. They can be written with more than one verse but each subsequent verse must invert the syllable count. There is no limit to the number of verses. The structure is:
line 1 - 1 syllable
line 2 - 2 syllables
line 3 - 3 syllables
line 4 - 4 syllables
line 5 - 10 syllables

Originally they were going to be separated as two verses, but I like them better as one entire double tetracty.

^{You may not use this, under any circumstances, without my permission. Dusk (c) dawn181, a.k.a Taylor (me)}

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~thecrazymagnet Jan 5, 2013 Writer

This feels me with nostalgia. I love this. I really do.

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=dawn181 Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much

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*TheDorsai Jan 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

The final two lines are haunting.

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=dawn181 Jan 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Oh thank you

Hehe.

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~Nerudan18 Dec 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Amen

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~Triciafied Dec 30, 2012

Yes! This is exactly what we should do

While I enjoy the imagery, it's the topic that makes me really happy. Something praising teenage passion-- FINALLY

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=dawn181 Dec 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Well without passion, what do we have left?

I'm glad you like it and that it resonated strongly with you

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*DogmaticKerr Dec 30, 2012

I love short poems with sharp imagery! I have a question though - did you mean "trails" and "beacon"? Also, the last half is my favorite

, such a marvelous weight to it.

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=dawn181 Dec 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Yes I did mean that. Thanks for catching that. I tend to write too fast and use the wrong words.

And thank you

I like the imagery in the first half, but I do agree about the second half, it is quite appealing.

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*DogmaticKerr Dec 30, 2012

It's quite alright, you adorable pie-of-cuteness! I get the same way! I do a lot of reading and re-reading, and then re-reading the re-read and it all gets very confusing, but mistakes are often caught!

It's always a lovely thing, to resonate with the writer.

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