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I'mlosingmytouchtouchmeso I caved in
and you

you reemerged

resplendent in rubble

the always
perfect stranger
playing bait
but it's the silence
you're still
hooked on

last night
I dreamt a parasite
dissolved in salt water

today
I splayed myself on concrete
concerned 'bout explanations

these are the same shakes
these are the same shakes
you should be ashamed
snakes

I'm tired of shed skin
in lover's clothing

Pour un Jourmon coeur bat trop fort
for you, feigning forever
l'amour qui est tienne
too much, too soon, too bad
tu as noircis mon sang
stained & shook with this fever
dont aucune pilule ne vient a bout

you're making your way into everything

bear color for youlove, I let you
linger on
in places yet unseen
in the silent space
between
initial sparks
and how we're wired
my

dear, you are
discovered in
every memory undeparted
every poem I've ever
started
even haunting
odd synapses fired
I

fear, forever
following
a hand unclasped (still shaken)
a heart unheard until it's
taken
time to rest
uncommon sense retired
why

it's my
attempt
to ingest
starshine
'til admired!

it's my
intent
to become
all you
have desired.

it's that slow
bloom from youth
lips wrapped around
expired language
like the sky you
shaped to suit
some self-made truth
and hope just fades with
every unanswered proof
lacking purchase
be amazed it's
your ghost
waiting patient
for the moment

it's that heart
that held you up
but you can't hold it

white and black is...you wanna be
the sort of
ancestor
to make your
new blood
sing special

you want eyes
oversized
like gas masks
and the smoke
that makes
tanks come

you want their
ears
nailed
to the wall

you're the
type of voice
god
whispers to
in secret

you're a billion
hands clapping
no better
for the
sound

you're an
independent
province where
the mountains
eat themselves

a crude sketch
and a
pardon

a part of me
that must be
shelved

You can make X mean anythingAs I pulled myself out of that dark corner, I realized
things were never going to be the same.
All the rules we had set for the future had been
nullified by votes in a past which wasn't even our own.

Everyone cried out in unison for their voice to be heard;
the result was jumbled audio and vast confusion.
We rushed off to find a place away from the noise,
only to find a spot where we could scream at one another
in private.

I was more than ready to pass the blame.
You were more than ready to pull the trigger.
The ends justify the means and, sometimes,
the ending can be beautiful.

I can't over-simplify this enough:
We are not wh

I'd love to see the look...real loneliness
is getting
high

solo
in your bedroom

marathoning
the first
season
of The
OC
on dvd

boy
I'd hate
to be
us

a letterdearest dear,

there is a butterfly breathing its way out of you. there is a red & blinking button pressed to bear releasing. I am ever so sorry, but still collecting your colors. In the midst of apologies, still pressing your fragile frame to pages; special focus on forever. tomorrow, I will visit you inside your house. shortly thereafter, I will hide underneath your bed; making a nest of your blankets. the following morning, I will infiltrate breakfast disguised as a warm sip of tea.

that will become my favorite section, in retrospect. the part when you learned to call me "honey", honey. the part where I whispered and tickled your chin.

I

If these walls would...We are the figments
of a small town
with a small imagination.

You thought it was bad
being imaginary,
but you never even worried about
being poorly conceived.

The bright lights
of the big city are filled
with colorful characters,
while the dark nights are spaces
this tiny mind can never fill.

I fell in love with your words
and made myself believe they were you.

presenting..."these songs shouldn't make me feel so sad."

said to myself, in between puffs of smoke
blown to wasps in my window. still, ever since
you started harvesting silence, my day-to-day details
have progressed to punishment ala prometheus.
skin unscathed, cloaking heartbreak daily.
chained to this rock, but sealed with a twist.

I'm eatin' up space and overcompensatin'. I've got
that bug-eaten junkie lovescratch itch. I've got them
shakes what jived (and shook from the inside).

oh no, I can't undo the pain in you.
this chip with boy ashoulder.
doin' time at the hotel. sickening
smile, carrying luggage. roots grown
deep &

Case ClosedI remember the night I took your life...

I shook even more than usual,
as I contemplated
the implications of my intent.
Sometimes, there is no turning back.

I braced myself for the impact of your body,
and took as much of you as I could handle.
I wrapped my hands around your heart,
only to find
that I was the one who couldn't breathe.
I took as much as I could,
only to find
that your life continues on without me.

Some say nothing lasts forever -
These people have never had to say goodbye.

(You call this feeling love;
I call this feeling murder.)

hibernation love songwanna bury your
stillbeating
heart in the yard
kneel down
and press my face
to grass grown cool
with shades
of green

you're the wild life
like light
now strange
and scattering
the sound of trains
whispering distant
every evening
bathed in dusk

and I'm just
dust too much
touch
to the back
of your throat
sunken
sunk in skin
and tastes of
settling

sometimes I imagine
you're how I'd want
the snow to be
falling
free like birds
who change back
into bears

r.s.v.p.what I'd really like
is someone who won't make me
feel ashamed to feel

someday my stomach will burstwe're all a bunch
of almosts
but I'm a monster
with a heart

so saying
he crept
into my skin

(and there he stays)

you came along
sun-shaded
and drifting

in tune to melody made long
with notes that bend
then recede
on the
inside

days grew into
nights grew into
ways to waste
what worries us

and in their place
I pressed a pin
alight with angels
'neath the surface
spread that
silken germ
blooming deep
alive with purpose

love's a language
poorly spoken
dirt deserves us

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Now, I am dark,
and buried deep,
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lurking just beneath your skin
begging to be born

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by `YouInventedMe, Aug 29, 2008, 7:02:53 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I'm not angry

I'm a severed hand
with manicured nails
an open letter
scattered
everywhere

he wants to drown in your sunshine

I'm pulling strings

connected
to pins
connected
to limbs

in place

it's night
where your heart
should be

I'm not beautiful

I'm a tantrum
in throws
this nose is known
to know
everything

like those first whispered bedroom words

I'm a low

missing consonant
sound
with no constant
around

reap
unsown
stumbling

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!KneelingGlory May 31, 2009

it's night
where your heart
should be

Few words, but it expresses a whole world. Sad one at that.

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`YouInventedMe May 31, 2009 Writer

sad & sadder

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~hell-on-a-stick May 23, 2009

there seems to be potential anger here
but it
comes out sad
like it wants to beat its own head in
but its just too damn tired.

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`YouInventedMe May 23, 2009 Writer

you have your finger
on my exact past pulse

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~hell-on-a-stick May 23, 2009

then you expressed it
correctly.
Hooray!
poetry!

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~chrysanthe-aL Feb 28, 2009

this is perrfect.

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`YouInventedMe Mar 3, 2009 Writer

- thanks so much

xo!

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!luminousmoon Oct 25, 2008

^-^ I always like the satisfied sensations of "yes, this is right, even though it's wrong" that I get when reading a lot of your work. It makes reading more than worth it.^-^

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`YouInventedMe Oct 27, 2008 Writer

I often feel like that
glad it comes through

thank you

xo!

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~hell-on-a-stick Sep 14, 2008

interesting philosophy philology
what is
I AM?

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