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Elegy     The oracle gave me a fortune cookie that was as stale as her smile when she wished me good luck with the rest of my life. I came here for answers, but the words on the paper read, "Get used to disappointment."

Oh, I am. Bitterly.

     I am writing you an elegy, but the trammels of grief have caught me too well and my words are all stutters.
Answers are needed. I stepped in melancholy somewhere along the way, it's still stuck to my shoes and I don't even know who I am anymore.

I can't forget the pain and I can't remember how to live.

     Mnemosyne, I brought

Addicted to HeroinesHe was addicted to heroines:
those golden queens from screens of silver
that lined his shelves in plastic boxes
showcasing their greatest deeds;
and painted whores,
those sirens and saviors,
who stood half naked on shady streets.

They were steel wrapped in petals,
and petals draped in lace,
in their arms lay warmth,
in their hearts lay escape.

He prayed for strong women
that were not so far,
devastatingly far out of reach.
Though still small,
and grateful,
he would shun the sun
and bask in their blessed shadows.

He prayed for someone to stay
whom he could not,
would not,
use up,

not again,
not again.

He vowed not to

AbsenceLifeless inside the void - -
part of me is missing:
bereft, stolen;
forever lost,
forever gone.

Though I died long ago,
the moment I lost you,
your absence kills
the part of me
that's still living.

And I wonder
on cold, gray days
at the ticking of clocks;

they know nothing of time.

I wonder how long now
'till I become
absent like you.

A Winter Only WorldWinter has sharp teeth and a wicked bite,
The greatest wounds given in the silence at night.

Find your loved ones, grandma's quilt, and hold on tight,
Huddle under hand sewn patches to quell the fright.

Death roams the land in its starkest white;
Lock your doors against its awesome might.

Children labor, ruddy-cheeked, while the sun is high and bright
Making cold men and angel armies who can not fight.

There will be no summer, no temperature height,
No more spring with life to bloom and delight.

There will be no autumn, no red leaves in sight,
There have been no seasons since the sudden blight.

The haloed moon hangs low as a vigi

Ink StainedI color your name,
tattoo your body;
it keeps us connected.

Lips reach for the words,
stutter and stumble;
you will never hear them.

Poems on your skin,
do you feel my pen
trying to find your heart?

SomnambulistI die when you die,
Such was the impetus,
Cyclically I die every year.

True I'm a fantast,
Somnambulantly going through life
With your voiceprint and visage
Ubiquitously living
And wakeful
In my mercurial mind.

Dead to the world,
I sleepwalk endless miles,
A shadow amongst shades,
Searching for you
In memories colored darkly
To bring you home.

When I find your hand
To pull you into my world,
Back where you belong
You disappear,
Slipping through my fingers
Like smoke in the air.

And as I cruelly wake,
Cyclically you die yet again.

Hunter: First to FallYou were first to fall, a broken hunter,
Immobilized, love caught you in its net,
Though some who gave chase, chased without ardor,
Fire burns and consumes those most passionate.

I wear no collar of silver or gold,
Noli me tangere, I am my own.
Your loyal eyes say you think me not cold,
Soon I will flee, like a bird I'll have flown.

Of my heart and life I am my master,
You fancied a game that you could not play.
See, I stay free because I am faster,
Better to leave than lose all, now away.

All in the dark, every would-be lover,
That I am prize, prey, and perfumed hunter.

The Sea for a SailorYou are the waves that rock this ship,

wildly pitching,

careening,

careless of its cargo.

Poseidon has nothing on you.

You break against me,

and break, and break, and b r e a k your ego.

My decks flood,

the rain falls heavy as hail stones

from clouds as dark as those that hang upon your brow.

The storm winds scream,

they sound like you,

but far away

and barely human,

and they threaten to snatch away my sails

with hungry, ghosting fingers.

How I l

Selkie There is a fisherman sitting on a rock by the shore; his forlorn grey eyes watching grey clouds rolling over apathetic grey waves, and beyond, a grey horizon.
He sits with empty hooks, empty nets, empty stomach, wrapped in layers of clothes like broken shutters that do not keep the chill out. Young and tan, he is, skin chapped by the wind, broad shouldered and well muscled from breaking his back dawn to dusk.
That must be all he knows, a grey life of work and water.

Fisherman, fisherman
come to the shore,
and I will meet you there.
I am velvet,
I am smooth.
Oh fisherman,
come down to the water.

Slinky
Silky
Selkie.

Fisherman, fisherm

...But Not Your NameI remember us, but not your name -
No,
names, that felt legion,
but none the same.
They fell into the slipstream
with whoever you are now.

But I remember your face:
unshaven;
how the hairs scratched
my chin and cheeks when we kissed;
chocolate brown eyes
that lingered, searched,
and looked for all the world
like love themselves.
You looked for all the world like you loved me,
didn't you?

I have memories of words spoken,
and of times that we had;
I will always remember us together.

I remember our song, but not the words,
you said you'd write them eventually
didn't you?
I remember the melody,
sweet, slow, delicate, romantic,
and haun

Xmas 2012On busted knees I go crawling back to my crib
Crows pecking at my eyes, rats gnawing at my lips
Kids singing hymns to Santa Claus all around

This is the way the world moves, moving
Making sea-sounds as it spins upside down

Rooster crows at the thought of dawn coming
Down the line a train's light searches for me
Alone with only a tattered picture of Jesus

This is the way the dead live, blank-eyed, weary
Grasping at air and singing hymns out of tune

Headlights and tailights speed by in the darkness
What a grinding, haunted, steel-toothed machine
Eating up life and spitting out sour bile

No shell-shocked street corner savior to hea

Panic AttackWhat's this?
What fragile thing,
a bird with wings,
has replaced my heart?

Don't die, little bird.
Out of breath, out of time...

This is how we die.
This is how we die.

Struggle in your cage,
fight against the bars --
they tighten, they tighten,
and you weaken.

Don't die, little bird.
Out of breath, out of time...

This is how we die.
This is how we die.

And this frightened thing
with fragile wings
frantically flutters
faster until it slows.

Don't die, little bird...
Out of bre

Creatrix Till BirdsongDo not wake me.
I am not a dreamer, I am a creator of worlds.

Had I a little more imagination, and a lot more time, I could breathe you into life.

Dark-eyed stranger, I cannot tell if we are two or one.

Never wake me.

When I ask your name you curl around me like smoke, and it is I who becomes alive when I take you in.
Pulling me closer, you bring your mouth to my ear and tell me in a whisper that you are honey and sin.

'Of course', I reply.
I knew it all along.

'Come with me', I beg. 'We have magic enough. Come with me when I wake.'

You smile, but when you part your bitten lips to speak, your words turn into birdsong...

Evening for RosesFavonian perfume
in the darkling gloom
brightens the twilight -

Oh! Sparks taken flight!
Petals ride the wind,
as if freedom sinned.

The little love notes
on the kissed air floats
to my window tonight.

Dying to be Marilyns   Girls hang themselves
with nooses made of numbers
and eyes of airbrushed idols
with society's approval.

   They say,
{while choking on pages of Vogue magazine}
        "that beauty opens doors
         to worlds
         we never had the right to".

They say,
         "you are beautiful when
          your body is thin".

Sex sells,
and so they do.
Trading their souls
for anot

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Julius and ButterflyI call you Julius
because I am so in awe of you...
So undeserving of you...
You are so much greater than I will ever be.
I call you Julius.
Faithfully I render unto Caesar
everything
that is Caesar's,
and I belong to you.
Enjoy me.
Destroy me.
Do what you will with me.
Destroy me.
Enjoy me.
Do what you will to me.
I belong to you
my Julius,
I belong to you
completely,
if you will let me.
If you say I do,
I belong to you,
Julius.
Julius, you call me Butterfly,
and when I ask why,
you say it's because
in your hands I am small.
In your hands I am fragile,
a harmless distraction,
a pretty thing soon to die,
then you

Ten Years OldTen years old standing in the rubble of my life,
I knew pain was life,
And life was pain
And tears only showed
You can't handle the load
Dumped on your heart and brain.
So smile wide,
Show your pearly whites,
Don't you cry 'cause everything's alright.
But it was such a load
'Cause I was ten years old,
Ten years old carrying a heavy load.

When I was ten years old…

MementoTake the knife from my back

And lay it on the nightstand,

I will keep it to remember you by.

Swallow a StarIf I could
I would take a star from the obsidian sky
And swallow it.
I can feel it sliding smoothly down my throat
-Down, down, down-
It would stay in my belly and warm my limbs
(maybe even my heart and soul)
All of which have felt so terribly cold lately-
Cold,
So, so cold.
And maybe the warmth of the star would take the place of the love
That should be there
But isn't;
It used to be,
But now…
I am empty,
So empty.
If I have to rely on the star's warmth to the end of my days,
Who can tell me that I am wrong?
Just as long as I am warm;
False warmth,
But warmth it would be.
And if the star should burn out,
I suppose

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Romance and Relapse

by ~TheLunaLily, Dec 14, 2012, 5:52:29 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

We lovers are blessed, we lovers are flawed,
we adore words of honeyed devotion,
for, when in love we are easily awed
and miss the candy coated deception.

Romantics will find their sweet teeth rotten,
strange, how we can fall in love with the lie,
but we poor lovers have an addiction,
and a craving that we must satisfy.

From a love whose honesty none deny,
or the lips of a silver tongued devil,
we need words of love or our hearts will die;
insecure, but reassured we'll revel.

With fear and hope, we are always searching
for true acceptance and love with meaning.

Romance and Relapseby ~TheLunaLily

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

We hope that love is all we need but we fear the thought of being half a soul.

A Spenserian Sonnet.

Comments welcome.

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~Psyghostis Dec 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

'Romantics will find their sweet teeth rotten,' how so rare for such a satisfying line to make an appearance. Wonderful.

~TheLunaLily Dec 24, 2012 Writer

Thank you! I was nervous about the reception of my sonnet, I don't write those that often, and it's wonderful to get some more feedback, but what you said makes me feel so much better. I can be very insecure sometimes, even when I really like what I've written, I just want to hear people's thoughts in case I made a mistake somewhere that I didn't catch or something. Feedback helps and you helped to make my day.

~Psyghostis Dec 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Sonnets, for fourteen-line pieces, certainly are the more trickier of achievements; it may have something to do with having to keep to a limit, as it were. You have, I can say by myself, at least, have made something worthy of being called a sonnet. There's definitely more than a few choice words to pick at.

~AVioletORCHID Dec 17, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

ahh love...

~TheLunaLily Dec 19, 2012 Writer

Yes. Complex, and yet...

`FuzzyHoser Dec 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Romantics will find their sweet teeth rotten,
strange, how we can fall in love with the lie,

~TheLunaLily Dec 17, 2012 Writer

*Hfeather53 Dec 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

From a love whose honesty none deny,
or the lips of a silver tongued devil,
we need words of love or our hearts will die;
insecure, but reassured we'll revel.

<3

~TheLunaLily Dec 17, 2012 Writer

=Wordeea Dec 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

ha.

HA ! i say.

awesome form and theme. well done, you.

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