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the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.

i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;

i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)

and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
elsewhere.
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
leav
He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.

The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.

But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a
PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink

A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint
SurelyIt was raining
when we kissed for the first time,
for the last time.

Thin rivulets
sunk into the shrunken space
between our bodies
and divided us
like nothing could before,
like everything will
from now
until that never again
when we will
see each other once more,
no more.

Your eyes were
that bewitching shade
of dull brown blue
with all of the light darkness
whirling
in a placid pond
around a pupil
overflowing with vacancy,
and me
and my frowning smile.

The winter heat
fell like a rising tide
and,
for our every breath
was another death
so black and full of life --
embracing our boiled ice skin
as we drew apart,
came together and broke free
Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,
their dreams condemned to ashes,
and our restless bodies stretch,
for forgiveness, for direction –

survivors of the abyss,
amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –
so many dead, so many maimed,

how many graves are we standing on, today?
Life, Death And A Pork Chop SandwichAll tangled up, hard to breathe
This steel cloud day that swirls
With heat and pounding hammers
I shake in my boots and cough up
Blood, rust and damaged flesh
Waiting for the second coming
Maybe next time around there'll be
Some chance for more than this

A twisted barbed wire halo
Wrapped tight around my skull
Blinding white light aura
Swarming with flies I'm flying
To pieces, thousands of shards
Cannot be brought back together
But I will remember the summer
Of my first Chevrolet in each bit

Gleaming bits of glass in the desert
Each reflecting a different moment
Still, now, enduring until the waves
Of a new ocean sweep them away
No pain
SisterSister

A sister is like a soul mate;
Someone who is always there
to guide me through fate.

A sister is,
a part of childhood that I cannot erase;
A sister like you,
is one that I would never replace
because you always know how to
put a smile on my face.

I know I can depend on you
to always be there for me;
This is one hundred percent guaranteed!

I've had great memories with you
in the past;
and I hope there are many more
to come,
in the future.
Puppet  My tears fall,

      like invisible

               diamonds.

 My heart beats,

      like soundless

               drums.

 Unwanted,

       because of the

             strings attached.
Pretty little things called words and dustif you weren't a hypocrite,
you'd be wrapped in the sweetest
perfumes
(learning
how to engulf the ocean
with your lungs
and think of how to cup it
in your hands
despite
your broken prayers and
still be beautiful)

dance with the gypsies
'till noon
(a quake in
your hips like the thrust
of continents
and the faultlines
emanating from
your spine,
but still
so, so graceful)

sing with the nymphs
in tune
(your voice,
it's growing old,
raspy even.
your throat's burning dry
like a monsoon
faltering in a desert,

and tones
still octaves
powerful)

be nestled in a king's arms
soon  
(oh, you precious
little thing.
how
Lost In ConfusionMy mind is spinning without a rest
emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?

The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.  
I don't understand, what is going on...

Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A rollercoaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this ?

I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noisies echo in my min
A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.

Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.

Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!

I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even
Why meI wanted sleep very badly
I tried my hardest to rest
I closed my eyes and laid there
But sleep didn’t come easy
I would doze off
And wake back up
Again
Why me? When I know I have to be up at 3 AM.
nightmarethe foxes are at your bedside and singing--
feversongs,
songs of boiling thoughts
and broken muscles.
their lullabyes.
they sneak so quiet, and
somehow,
you can't quite
dream
anymore.
DangerousMermaids; they seduce you then hold you under
Vampires; will kiss your lifeblood away
Mages, will turn your own mind against you
While trolls will hunt you down if you stay
Run through the woods, don’t stop for nothing
Monsters wait with jaws opened wide
Ignore that pretty elf, who’s probably plotting something dark
For she will torture you once she’s lured you inside
Orcs; will have a craving for your flesh
While dwarves are just prejudiced against your height
Dragons are very skilled when it comes to fire
While faeries will torment you throughout the night
So run little weakling, don’t stop now
The faery realm has go
Seaside HolidayI am content
to stay
a caterpillar

Who says
you have
to change?

What's so great
about being
a butterfly?
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Shadow Sonnet"Young soul, you called upon the dark tonight
thus here we are, the rot from ancient blood
of those who died for love, the squirting blight
from wounds of old, the putrid river flood.
You summoned us, the dwellers of the void
thy shouts we harked, now we knock at your door;
Flesh carvers have arrived their wings deployed
Translucent shadows feared since days of yore.
Should not you be exalting in our might?
So far you hide in whimpering alarm;
We ask your bidding yet you flee in fright,
Was not your purpose spreading dread and harm?
You have invoked the dead so pay the price,
Too weak to lead, your life shall then su
Cogitas, Ergo EsEnough about how the nice weather fares,
Nor couldn't I care less for all the movie stars,       
The shallow lives, polluting cars and useless wears.

I want you to stop escaping in petty illusion,
It's time you reveal yourself to me,
Dark secrets and daring confessions in sheer profusion.

Give up the dull attempts for frivolous conversations,
Shush them out your pretty lips and hold my hand,
Let's walk out into the night in search for new sensations.

Leave the small-talk to arrogant fools and ignorant herds,
Dazzle me with sensitivity in high-perception,
Seduce me with analytical intelligence in
FarewellFor this whole time my writings were abound
With praises to the petal-tender face,
To the enticing stare of eyes profound
And the divine lure from your charming grace.
Today attempting to exalt your smile
My fingers scribbled me out of my daze,
With lucid thoughts from bitter tastes of bile—
Ink spelling out the pangs of hurtful ways.
My stanzas now expose games of deceit
From lipstick martyrdom and lizard tears,
Lines warn against the stabs of vain conceit
And rhymes resound with sharp betraying jeers.
Did you forget pens trump the sword and knife?
Like this I sonnet you out of my life.    
Knight's DawnA lonely knight beneath the moonlight cries,
Hands hold the token of a love denied;
Misgiven promises and passion lies
Are wounds the strongest warriors can't abide.

Forlorn resolve no longer would adjure
And a bleak mind nor could submit to pray,
For bravery and courage to endure,
For noble strength and boundless might to stay.

There's nothing left but for a man to plead,
A grain of will inside an emptied heart:
For knives to make the skin and muscle bleed,
For the long sword to split the helm apart.

Woe's end comes marching with the dawn's faint glow
One final charge against a deadly foe.
Gravity SonnetHot stellar remnants turned to cosmic ore
Created by cyclonic neutron storms,            
Charged ion bonds amassing in their core
The power to bind matter in all forms.
Light forger, architect of time and space
Condensing dust into our galaxy,
Propelling suns in orbital embrace
with planets, satellites, and you, and me.
These days I wish somehow the pull decreased,
Sometimes my heavy heart grows hard to bear,
How many times must I to you insist        
My words of love before you start to care.
Relentless gravity always persists,
Attracting me to you while It  exists.
Amelie's Gone With The RainI came back home that rainy evening to face the realization...

There was no trace of you so I thought: 'I knew it, don't take it so hard.'  
Yet, after having a taste of  your comfortably warm affection
My being refused to be bold even if I cursed myself a thousandfold.

However it may be my fault, for a true concept of love wasn't in my perception,  
Like a man who spent his whole life parched until growing old  
I drowned guzzling on the rivers of your body and your mind's perfection.

By letting my personality gradually disintegrate
I became an empty shell, An extension of your own existence

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The Hermit Prince

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In the darkness he dwells, up high in his tower
Alone but for the stars and the obsessive writing;
Longing for the love that like his lost kingdom will never flower,
To know no glory, no honor, only the call of the dying.

Prince, your diseased body and your shattered heart
May yet be saved by your passionate mind,
For unconditional love you don't have to look far:
remember all those thoughts in ink and bound pages ever so kind.

Under the moon in the dim candlelight
From printed pages, true friends speak magic lines;
Pay heed Prince, by them be inspired, comforted and psyched,
For the voices belong to fellow hermits, your teachers, your guides.
:iconcarlogrims:
A poem for all the Hermit-Princes and Princesses out there, may through knowledge your kingdom come.
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