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softenedthe sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
alone.

in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
raven,
black as night and
just as hopeful.

and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.

I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
me.

LongingIt is far too lascivious and cruel,
the way the glint in
your unnerving stare commands me to come hither
yet your lips
keep pulsing with isolated, rigid greetings
like you were pushed to a dare of some sort.
But still, I know better
by the sometimes welling that form at
the corners of your eyes
- which you try your best to hide, and
by your ocean-deep sighs that
your longing goes past your matting lashes
and mascara tinted tears.

It is never easy, hiding
everything I desire inside of little words
like "Hello" and "Goodbye" when
all I really want to do is let it out,
set it free, and
chain myself to your everything
with words I shouldn't spea

Two SoulsCould I touch a silent thought?
Could I know the colour of a word?
Could I hear the universe full of stars?
Could I hold the sea in my arms?
Could I stroke your voice?
Could I live in your heart?

A song never sung
A paper never drawn
A game never won
A man never loved

A flower that moves
A bird on my hair
A tree always blue
Spring
one love
two souls
my world
and you.

AirI want to lose myself
in an illogical need
for love.

I want to remember
to forget
how to breathe.

What is Air
if not you?

Warm BodiesNothing around but air to pierce the quietness that surrounds the grace of these lustful souls,

Clouding together with interchanging hearts going along with the musing beats, tones of which

Knock the desolate sounds of blood, coming together sliding back and forth like oozing drips of

Honey such a pastoral scene hidden beneath the charm of the shadows, from which love abides

Like a melody composed of two lovers, only now to see lights fading away, with feelings going far

Away with such perception, what deviant ways perceive as to disregard, and leave only now to

Sleep to dream…..

TnM: Me amas real o no?Era un soleado día en Daneville, nuestra pelirroja favorita aun dormía plácidamente –u-
Isabella: Marie ya levántate
Marie: 5 minutos más *se tapa la cabeza con la almohada*
Isabella: ¬¬ Marie
Marie: bien bien*se levanta y se empieza a listar*
Isabella: bueno te veo abajo *se va*
Marie: lalalala oliendo las lindas rosas *cambiándose*
OoOoOoOoOoOo DEPUES DE CANTAR Y ALISTARSE OoOoOo
Marie: *se va a las escaleras*
¿??: Te quedaste hablando con jazz toda la noche de nuevo?
Marie: bueno podría decirs-..Papa?!! Como lo sabes?
Phineas: tengo contactos
Marie: o metiste grabadora

~I shall never stop loving thee~My powdered lips shall kiss thee through this ever lasting love
your beauty intensifies my satisfaction
O, tis' be you my darling, my one and sweet caressed heart
Shoot a bullet through my skull, tis' only the most dainty way I show thou love for thee.

Thy heart shall never stop beating for thee
He, be this time were I shall daunt my passion for thee.
so soft and abase
how I feel sorry for thee
trapped by endless monsoons of terror
let me hold thee and love you endlessly

Will thy be my lover?
Be my daunty heart?
If thy say Ye, then I eternal happiness shall last forever

Be thy love and I shall take care of thee forever
Never leave thy, The

RozeAm văzut niște roze întunecate, cu spini,
Le-am atins și m-am rănit,
și am mers mai departe...
Am văzut niște roze de un roșu aprins, cu spini,
Le-am atins și m-am rănit,
și am mers mai departe...
Am văzut niște roze albe, fără spini,
și am trecut mai departe...

The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.
Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.
A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.
He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen.

That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.
Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.
In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.
As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.
A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken.

He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.
Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.
Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.
Pulling out hi

~Love~Love is like power
its strong but can only last so long...

Many people believe there is a red string connected with your soul mate
But strings can snap eventually...

Golden hearts connected together.
Then to rust and break...

love can make you happy and positive
but also sad and negative
very regretful too...

But pay close attention, you'll only get this once.
Pick your partner carefully.
They may just pick your forever..

♥

Down The Rabbit HoleHere and now I would flock to you in a heartbeat.
One day though, you’re worried I may fly away instead of to your rescue.
So clip my wings and drop me down the rabbit hole.

Put my loyalty to the ultimate test.
Just don’t let the dreadful hole land in Alice’s Wonderland.
Instead, drop me in the dungeon with in your mind.

Leave the dungeon’s exist doors slammed shut
But make the keys worst hiders than I am a seeker
While allowing me the choice of you or my freedom.

Display all your secrets as a piece of loot.
While lacing the good in riddles for me to solve,
And drenching the dark in booby traps for me to disarm.

Le

Lesbian first kiss~laying together, on the bed.
Not touching, I go closer in
Snuggling into you a bit
I play with your cheek,
you play with my hair

I go closer and snuggle..
This time my head
is gently on your shoulder
You snuggle back into my neck
Looking at your face, then your eyes
Your eyes are looking at my lips
I gently grab your chin and lift

I can see your face in perfect view,
you get scared and look down..
I reassure you with a hug.
Look back into your eyes
grab your chin and kiss..

I can feel our lips tremble,
frightened; wanting more
Slowly but gently kissing
explosions of emotions
Beams of sweat on palms
We part away for a second

We kiss again with more confidence
touching each others bodies
stroking slowly, at each others curve

rippleshow many ripples you can cause
in the ocean of someone's heart,
each person has a tidal system they must abide and sometimes,
(even though you know better than to fight the waves)
you can't help but fool yourself into thinking
you can dive a little deeper.
(even though you're running out of air already)

and i am already becoming an expert in
clasping my hands together just right
so that it feels like someone else's fingers
interlaced with mine,

i know how to drape one leg over the other
to make it seem as though it's your ankle touching my foot
i press my back to the pillow beside me,
pretend its more than
just my body warmth heati

I LoveDear Lover,

I love what we have,
And not what we need,
Or should be:

Strong,

Whole,

Or perfect.

I love the way we function,
When we're nearly dead,
The way you:

Hit me,

Scream,

Or punch.

I love the way my heart thuds,
When I relinquish the sweet air
In exchange for:

Your breath,

Your toxic fumes,

And I choke.

I love it,
I love it,
I love you.

Sincerely, the Heartbroken

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My Panache

by ~mibi, Sep 13, 2003, 9:46:45 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

"My Panache"

Cyrano,

I love her
Very Much.
She are the most beautiful thing ive seen.

On clear winter nights I can see the moon's jealousy reflected in your eyes.
My celestial body,
The heavens have saved space for our love.

Cyrano,

I can not live with out her love.
We must be together
Forever.

I write my being in verse to the cadence of your heartbeat.
My mortal melody,
Come, let us dance along the sheet music with love letters upon our soles.

Cyrano,

I am so happy.
She is my dream come true.
I love her more than anything.

You are the exclamation point to end my life sentence.
My sweet simile,
When the spring rains come, surely the Gods are whispering your name.

Cyrano,

Thank you so much.
You are a great friend.
I will never forget this.

...

My panache shall not bear the soil of vanity.
I love through letters, the harmonious word is my kiss.
My heart at nose length
Is the only way to keep from seeing my reflection in her eyes.
Farewell my love.

My Panacheby ~mibi

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

This is another poem i write for 25 cents per line. *starblind commissioned this one and left the subject pretty much open ended. " It must promulgate my many virtues to the world: heroism, magnanimousness, rapier wit, et al. It may not contain the words 'fop' or 'dandy', although they may be suggested." This is not my usual style or voice but i love it all the same.

It was inspired by and written about Cyrano De Bergerac. It helps to know his story.

Poerty for .50/line [link]

~bethyj8503 Nov 8, 2004

hey i really nejoyed your poem.... i watched the movie Roxanne in french class and always thought it was really bittersweet. i think you really capture what is goin on well in your poem though... from what cyrano is thinking to what he is giving christian to say and is really feeling himself

thanks for sharing!

~klentex Aug 29, 2004

"You are the exclamation point to end my life sentence." - i like that very much, very unique.
i also like how it seems to switch from something one would quickly jot down on a napkin, to something written over and over again to perfection[meaning the reg. text to bold].

~deadilion Sep 19, 2003

exactly.

!wicked-eve Sep 17, 2003

~le gasp~
such beauty rests in words of the wise and forlorn whose gentle hands carve music in the words of a poem.

~iamnophotographer Sep 16, 2003 Hobbyist Photographer

cyrano rawk. beautiful writing

now where s my free 1 line poem?

~starblind Sep 16, 2003

That's some damn fine poerty. And not just because I paid for it.

~pymonster Sep 15, 2003 Writer

I really like that, it`s very well constructed, and evocative

~evilfaeries Sep 14, 2003 Writer

I love the ending.

This is different, but its really nice. I cant believe people actually pay you to write. that is so fuckin awesome.

Anyways, Parts of this seemed to drift away for me, but none the less, that ending made it all the worthwhile.

Kandice

~mibi Sep 14, 2003

thanks for the commento... do you know the story of Cyrano? ... well the plain text is Chritian who is a simpleton and inept with words, thus Cyrano lends his helping hand, er word, to make the woman fall in love, but it is Cyrano who is love with her aswell, and well.. i could go on but i just suggest you read the play or watch the movie

...thanks again

`skrath Sep 13, 2003 Hobbyist Writer

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