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The FaderA whisperer of buried words;
with parchment paper fingertips
she spins a tale of love in vain,
to remind her it isn't to remain.
She blends to the wall like a flower,
bends to it like bamboo.
Something lonely about the way,
she stills and waits to fade away.
(a downcast gaze)
They all play pretty charades,
while she sweeps her game of spades
(and to this day- still one she plays )
She paints portraits of Jays,
whispers that they know her name.
She says that one day they will be all that remains
as the little wallflower fades.

SimbelmyneThere is silence here, upon
stale skull tombs—
these everminds are stilling...

(And yet their tragedies
shall endure in the pallor of the
flowers in your hands.)

all poets are used to deceitare you still savoring
the taste of deceit
off the edge
of your limerick tongue?
you know what i mean
you "poet of unusual sorts,"
with your
chaotic green eyes
and skin of pale misfortune
leaving scents of sweet seas when oceans
begin to spite you.

yes, your silent panthers,
loyal only to the sound of sonnets
of broken piano chords
and keys and torn six-strings.
those slithe things will
prove to you
once,
that betrayal is just eight letters
of pleasure undercover.

it's these little beauties that
will make you see;
every liar was an artist
and every poet was a whore,
just till the point
they owned you no more.

ever

cadaver she was born with arctic lips
and overcast skin.
her hair fell like fresh snow
and she was far too thin.
her bones in locked closets,
joints creaked and shrieked
like a rotten floorboard
under gossamer feet.

8.10.12he unsnapped her bra
along with her backbone,
caressing her shoulder blades,
holding her up by her collar bones.

she slid down his boxers
and stripped off his skin,
soothing his nerve endings,
laying him down by his veins.

but they couldn't love properly;
he was selfish in one eye.

a drug or choosingYour oily prints upon my eyes
Blessed art thou
You bleed through the cracks in my walls
Eyes, pores in every centimeter of wallpaper
Watching me sleep, watching my night-mare
The horse running from the fire-like river
Pouring down the mountain to the plains below
Engulfing my atmosphere in golden red smoke
I am not addicted

Dionaea MuscipulaWatch and be enthralled as
Aphrodite lullabies with love songs
using her luscious lips and
nimble tongue, trident-pronged-
promises so serene, one cannot resist
She is like cursed vino
maddening yet too numbing, too giving of peace of mind
for a drunk to refuse slipping sips

All hail! All hail!

One can only imagine how succulent
the dew caressing her form must be
As the liquid collects
into her cavities,
You fall deeper
into the mercy of her eyes;
in their reflection is you, utterly mesmerized

You are a gaunt-legged youth
and as you approach the diosa
so do you your desolation

All hail! All hail!

Her fingers are hing

comatose. i never told you:
i hated the way you smelled
like winter, like
fog or listerine or
something long forgotten.

i guess i miss you the way
i miss brooklyn,
all thirsty for a song
i've never heard, pining for
a place i've never been.
homesick.

--

i never told you:
i keep your old promises all tucked up inside,
like bruises sleeping fallow
along my hipbones.
i promise i'll love you always, i promise
i'll fix the coffee machine tomorrow,
and if you let me,
i'll fix you –

well, you never were a fixer.
what you are is tired, and you never understood
why this fucked-up little town
unmade its bed, swallowed an

skin.skin taught hipbone to hipbone like the skin of a drum as my fingers play the keyboard of my ribs,
digging deep to pluck them like boomerangs from the corset of my chest. stomach like a cave whispering lies that echo in my bones.

there's a vortex in my middle
that i refuse to feed,
a blackhole that only grows.
(but it doesn't seem to know that i've forgotten how to be hungry).
the empty echos the ice in my heart and the empty in my head.

the countdown has begun.
(caged rabbit heart is dying slowly).
and i know you'll come again soon. you always do.

there is a dead songbird in my chest,
and its wings are clipped and laid to rest.

Athazagoraphobiato see you again
is to walk through the pages of a history book
each word graced by the wonder of truth
I watch grimy fingers crease and turn the pages of time backward
revealing our story

I know it's hard to understand,
that somewhere my heart still pulses with the sweet venom of your love
never have I forgotten the secrets we hold
nor the secret meetings that we held

our tale as old as time
plays back in my skipping record of a mind
an endless song
one I will never forget
one I seem to have forgotten

LointainListen carefully, for I am plucking spider-web harp strings in the light of your glistening, rain-sodden breath. There is such beauty in this city, and in symphony, you see—so keep rhythm with these skeleton trees dancing on street sides, winter branches quivering. Can you hear the beat of your heart? Its cadence is being matched by that of the shadows, ephemeral figures waltzing hand-in-hand across cobblestones and twirling at the very cusp of the lamp posts' soft glow...

Sway now, my dearest, to the allure of this chorus in the night; to the echoing sound of this moonlit sona

Cafune.i love the quiet blush
of the sunset on
the lake;
gentle waves lapping at your
toes like minnows.

sitting on the dock
with the willow trees
around us,
the wind sighing and
content as a smile.

there are some moments
i wish i could stop,
pause and revisit
again and again
and again and again.

because even though the world
around us teemed with beauty,
i could only see the radiance
of your smile

on that last day of summer.

biopsyput me under, cover my face, stuff my lungs with your chemical lies.

if they were to take me apart,
slice open my chest,
peel back the skin keeping me whole,
they would find:

a. one heart, slowly ticking.
(they would not find anything,
but they would have to say they did.
after all, girls can't live without a heart.
they forget that i'm not the first:
a score of girls walking even though
they should have faded long ago.)

b. each rib curved so perfectly,
a shield around my lungs.
(a cage, keeping my breath from bursting
out of my skin. know that this is just me,
held together by nature,
unable to lose control of myself.)

c.

FactionsBlack man hates White man, and Green man loathes Gray,
Gray man beats Red, for his deviant ways,
Red man and Scarlet have always been close,
And form an alliance against other folk.

Purple and Beige men are all quite convinced,
The world would be better without men of Pink,
And the heinous acts meted out by the Golds,
On the poor Pastel factions are best left untold.

The cultures of Yellow and Blue are now past,
As Green men subsumed them and wiped out their caste,
And Brown men have conquered what's left of the Tans,
All driven by fear of their fellow man.

From the midst of this chaos arises some hope,
The words of calm reason t

fascination.clearly i've developed a fascination with cigarettes
and hand-holding and cheek-kisses,
something about thinking about him on starry nights,
when i can draw lines connecting his initials to mine
because he was a cancer and i was a cancer,
and my horoscope told me to keep him close to my heart
so he could peel back my skin and my ribs and my lungs
to steal my words right from my chest
he smelled like Newports and hours-old cologne,
but sometimes it was his smoke mingled with a fresh peppermint
that drew me to his lips and made me wonder
if i could get addicted to the taste of his nicotine
he made me want him next to me, to lay my hand on his chest
while our minds soared into the ocean of clouds and birds above us
and we stared at each other with our eyes closed,
letting our lips speak in a wordless rhythm
that somehow contained three syllables.

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by ~craneHARDCORE, Aug 22, 2012, 12:53:17 AM
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_{I was born with a revolution burning between my nerves
Born with a backbone
That can't bend, break or curve
I was born with fire in my veins
To ignite the sinners and burn the self-proclaimed saints

Well, I was made out of passion and dreams
Made out of love that was free
I can't be bought or traded
I was born with my soul unchained
And I will not lie for smiles that are painted

I was born with a revolution itching in my throat
Born with a demon
Who's favourite word is No
I was born with the power of hell between my legs
I'll never bow down, not even if you beg}

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~ShowponyStuart Aug 26, 2012

Im not sure that I love everthing about this poem, but I could not love the line "And I will not lie for smiles that are painted" with any more passion then if I were two people.

~craneHARDCORE Aug 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you very much.

!Aysleth Aug 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I can relate to this in a way.

This is great!

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Oh, awesome. Thank you!

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Your fantastic work has been featured in Friday Night Features.

~craneHARDCORE Aug 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you!! I appreciate that very much.

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~lalaith913 Aug 23, 2012 Writer

Badass. Love it!

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Thanks!!

!poluptukha Aug 22, 2012

whoa dude. i love the name it goes really well with its meaning.
you sound a little bit tense. You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine. Just own the night like the fourth of july.

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