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3.20.97 i hear the oceans all screaming her name in the dark, wails of white-froth and corpses of sea kelp stringing forlorn along the shorlines. i hear the oceans all screaming her name over thousands of miles but here in the mountains, only the brittle cheshire-grinning moon recognizes the chill in the air. welcome spring, lay the dead winter down, and rest in peace.

The SparrowAlights the sparrow on withered
Winter branches, its brilliant
Wind-carried waltz, wondrous flight
Broken for a moment's respite.

Thy voice, lifted like a sparrow
Rising in the gentle air, alights
Upon dark branches about my heart.
Before thy light, the shadows part.

My heart, my heart! Doth so lighten
when these mortal eyes behold thee.
Fly forth sparrow, take my young heart,
On wings of love, thy perfect art.

Yet leave me not without thy song
Even if I have done thee wrong
For I'll not alone on winds fly,
Just envy thy dance mid the sky.

the girl with kaleidoscope eyesLennon's habits were never really your thing;
you never got the glasses or the drugs.
You were always one hit above the rest, Lucy,
couldn't take no for an answer. It was
always you, Miss Monroe, smiling from
shop windows, knowing more than you let on.
Lady Luck, spare a penny for a poor man.
If anybody has a moment to give, it's you
in your smart suit, getting ready for work
in the mornings. Things aren't so heady now,
fame is easier to come by and worth less.
Yet still you wear that Mona Lisa smile,
because only you can know the secret to eternal youth:
a child's drawing, a song, a sad smile at a stranger on the tube.

musei.
here
is a field
of sparrows.
delicate
flow.

ii.
this is not
a love letter.

iii.
(i hear
your voice
in the warmth
of the wind)

iv.
look, child,
world-builder -
you have grown up
a god.

v.
in me
is you
and
in you
is me
and
in we
everything

vi.
you lighten
the grey sky
that drenches
my bones.

vii.
this is not
a love letter.

viii.
(i love you.
i love you.
i love you.)

Bargaining withBargaining with the dumpster outside of my window
the rats' sidewalk
is flush with casual feet

(fault lines erupt from me to you
Like you always told me they would

and they do yes they do i can feel it in my eyes
and i follow the cracks that devour the space between us
and my leaping causes shrill casualties beneath me
and there is no one but god between us
and our world is fleeting deep beneath me
and as you pull away at the cotton
that pulls away at your pupils-
and as you put your hand
on top of mine

Like you always told me you would

i can feel each year in your hand
and each mountain that evades
your palm and the fluid

biologiawe are all sinking
gravity traps us.
god forbid we
let him go.

there are patterns
of erasure on the clockface.
imagine, if we
could move with
the earth, shake
sin into space like
teardrops or rain.

the patient coughs up
ash. through his skin,
his bones are black.
we all burn inside.

sharp teeth reduce the risk
of happiness. mine are
pointed like nails.

prayerand i said god
you are so beautiful

and you said let go -
let go of me, child. i
am not your soul.

August RainsI would like to believe in
August rains: in days where things
matter and thunder
like wheels on a train & the sky is white-eyed,
staring up past her own skin, long fingers braced
around a curve, long toes straight
pushing dimples in the dirt.
Give me a fishing line and I will move the earth.
The seas are close to overflowing -
laughing gods pour gold into a warm bath.
There is no triumph in their hearts
yet the trains move onwards,
rumbling.
Fish ou

Orchestrate Me ImperviousYou.
with no knowledge of difficulty
or comprehension of lechery.
Me.
and the accusations of hitherto
hearsay evidence.

You.
are impetus gravity, momentum
penetrating truth
and raking equilibrium with
dissonant rebellion.

I.
was satiated in the syncopation
caught in the cacophony.
You.
slaughtered melodies of insipid
apathy, bellowed
atrophy among rigor mortis
and requiems.

The excuse of ignorance
could not
outlive the phosphorescence
stemming from the cortex
of stellar nouveau
and
crystalline pseudonym.

you.
left me.
squalid
among rauc

to be sung:the ocean has a way of making itself
new to you again, as if your legs
have fused into a tail and now
you haunt the underwater caverns
like a trembling flame, until you are
washed up on the blank beaches
of your own poor unfortunate soul again.
and even voiceless, you could speak
to the sea, but now you are muted,
and the wind is cold, and you have forgotten
how to suck out the spiny urchin's poison.
the sea is a many-tentacled monster and
she looks like your mother, she looks like
you. you move from sea to land and back again
and you become the missing link. evolution
has forgotten you. and hear, the waves,
pulsing like blo

Who Gave My Innocence Rabies?(and if I begged you, would it make this any less important?)
        Give it to me straight, shoot it from the hip.

and you're running through the fairgrounds with candied-apple stuck in your teeth.  A silly, little child nibbling cotton-candy, entirely unaware.  have they forgotten to tell you?
              it's poison. (sweetness wound from fiberglass) fluffy acid clouds, and they may taste like rainy                  &

Viewer Descretion Is AdvisedOrder reigned as a crippled beast while Chaos pillaged villages
with vile avarice.
A corpse of rotten integrity.

And who are you to gulp lightning and sulfur from the same glass?

She has the skull of a weary sailor, and every malicious pillow
cradles exhaustion and thought. The plush cotton so soft
and maternal.
Limp mind loosen against the graces of sleep, embracing
obsidian boulders,
the nightmares of carbon.

Sleeping Beauty dwells in questionable hotels, asleep
in cum-stained sheets, screwing a vindictive prince
without a Pedigree.
Her pelvis will reek of STDs and as every thrust
stretches further, a loosening splits her
f

the process of seasoning.My words are origami: And
I can fold my letters -
shape-shift them - into
something less
corroded.

A sapling, I was not
nurtured - stilted, maybe - malnourished.
I peeped my
bulbous head
from

the mud: risen and ravenous.
Springtime and the baloonMan
was silent: His
mouth a
stone.

The sun scorched my feet -
I burned it back:
I crushed the sweetly
sickening liquid from
her Blackberries,
slick

blue-stained on my fingers.
Lazarus sliced my pudgy
flesh like punctuation,
like a
feather.

My crumble of syllables sprinkle:
I am Fall(en) and
black lace fans
cannot sate
me.

I climbed Frost's birches: their
barks marro

announcementall passengers
should remember
to wear sunscreen.

earplugs.
you can keep
them in and
listen to the
maladaptive
cognitions
scuttling over
your skull like
beetles

(have you heard
of the soldier
ants? they bite
and do not
let go, even
when dead)

you could also
stay awake
and listen to
the silent
camaraderie
in your carriage.

ensure all doors
are properly closed.
remain seated
unless standing
and please remember
the weeping willow.

a woman may love
for her whole life
and a man
only for a day
(or vice versa)
this is what creates
the sourness
in my ears.

a question
for you to ponder:
before your body,
were

rulesit ought not to have been done.

they dug up fossils
by the side of the road,
ancient tree-trunk things,
a gaping skull, wide with
laughter. we drove past
quickly, blew up the dust.
in the rear-view mirror
the sands ran away
and hit a stop sign.

it was all
about the neverminds,
hardpacked earth and
sparseness. the wheels moved.
percussion, percussion
ba-dum.

there was a tree
sideways in the next town
we passed, trailing
lightning wires and tele-tendrils.
the groaning roots
were instruments, red-stained
with sap and dust. a silo
was shaped like an onion but
it did not make me cry.

these are my vital organs:
a lamp, a

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She who dares
to derail the
misunderstood.
To look into those eyes
'till she can read him
from cover to cover.

-

But she waits for him
when the rain rattles
the house and
the sheets are cold.
Waits for his embrace
to warm her until
her blood flows freely
through her arteries again.

-

He's the confusion
that doesn't know how
to keep his head straight.

-

And she's the guardrail
that keeps him
on whichever path he decides
to follow tonight.

-

She's his guardian angel.
She's his weekly fix.

-

He's her crying soldier.
He's her broken heart

Mirror Mirrorsometimes, my dear, i wonder
when this mirror will once again show me
and not the face you want me to be.

Dreameri.

We'll break beyond these barriers and climb through to the sky
The edges scratch and bruise my arms like broken glass
But it's the price we'll pay to get away
That really tells about the people we are, right?
-
ii.

You whisper about how beautiful it is up here
And how the colors take your breath away because it's like heaven
I cling to your side and I feel like I'm strangling you
While I know I'm the one who the oxygen is running from
-
iii.

I can feel my hair whipping at my face and neck
And worry for a silly moment that you'll think I'm beautiful
My thoughts become in comprehendible with all the whispers you gave
And I t

ChoicesI'm stuck between this love song and that
Which line describes you perfectly?
And tells you exactly what my lips refuse
word for
word
I want to be your reason
Want to be that special lullaby
That place you run to when the world's caving in
Tell me, honey
Which words sent you a fluster?
Spreading that blush along your cheeks
And that look in your eyes

I want to show you how we've danced in the rain
Wrapped in things I can't describe
Stuck between this song and that
Trying to find which tells you j

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ahead
for all
to see
the crevises bruised along ribs
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Ten Years From Now

by ~OverRated-Elegance, Feb 14, 2011, 5:07:36 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

_{^{"mamma, mamma look."
"yes, sweetheart, i know
i see."

"no, mamma. look, really look."
"yes, sweetheart, i know
i see."

"but.."

_{you dont. you dont see her potential, her blue eyes, her summer-shine curls.{i. her mammas nose and coffee cup fits,
her daddys cheekbones and bluebird smile. you dont see her.}
all daddys blue eyed angel and mammas strong will. climbing the apple trees after morning milk and cereal, yelling for mamma to get the ladder by lunchtime. took the newborn kittens up the old plum tree one midsummer night.
told the little things they could be birds
if they wanted to.

but you still dont see her. her potential, her blue eyes, her summer-shine skin.{ii. her mammas small ankles and scattered poetry,
her daddys freckled shoulders and firery passion.}
all sweetened orange rind shampoo and blonde straw hats. sneaking from the windowsil to rumble down the dirtroad in a beatup chevy. crying to mammas collarbone when the boy had found someone else and broke her carolina heart.
let the boy take her to coffee
years later.

but you still done know her. her potential, her brightening eyes, her summer-shine curls. {iii. her mammas full lips and piano fingers,
her daddys cream skin and insecurities.}
all laced wedding dresses and pointed shoes. the applause plays and she locks to the boy in perfect black. she sees him. his potential and his beautiful bluebird eyes.}"mamma, mamma look."
"yes, sweetheart, i know
i see."}}

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~WolfInMotion Mar 5, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

it made me smile UnderRated-Elegance

~OverRated-Elegance Mar 6, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

_{good, i like to make my readers smile.}

~WolfInMotion Mar 6, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

thats always a plus!

~adorkableXbabyXwhale Feb 28, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Absolutley wonderful

Love the message, by the way.

~OverRated-Elegance Feb 28, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

_{thankyou, im happy someone mentioned the message i was trying to convey. it means alot(:}

~MissNDT Feb 24, 2011

huh... this... this is great work there Ms. Elegance. It's a good thing she doesn't have daddy's anger, huh?? lol.

~OverRated-Elegance Feb 24, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

_{thankyou.
and no, she does. shes her daddys little girl, after all.}

!souleater325 Feb 24, 2011 Writer

Wow...just simply wow...that was amazing

~OverRated-Elegance Feb 24, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

_{thankyou, hon.}

!souleater325 Feb 24, 2011 Writer

No problem...It was deep and well written with a huge internal message. I simply loved it

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