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[07 Jun 2008|09:25am]

misterhand

The days keep rolling by
Each with its hopeless redundance
They melt together into
One overplayed track on a dusty turntable
(Can we play a different song?)
Discarded into an overflowing wastebasket
At the subway station she left behind
Lay the memories of Them
Right next to what used to be his heart, cold
Its permanent chill ran through his veins
One year, two years, ten years
It was all the same
He lived in a world without time
A prison surrounded by the bars of his failures
Retrace the steps that got us here
All too painful now

burn it out of your soul

Lost Love

[17 Apr 2006|05:31am]

sanitydestroyed

[

mood

creative

]

I've always watched you from afar,

Never knowing who you are.

Love was always on my mind,

Words were what I could never find.

burn it out of your soul

[29 Aug 2005|12:08am]

yasue

vocaball

If this is not allowed, please forgive me and feel free to delete this post. Thank you. =D

burn it out of your soul

Fades

[01 Dec 2004|10:15pm]

danae

it fades
this ache, it fades
like everything, the memories become distant
and i forget
the feeling of how it was to
hunger for you
and though I understand what it
means to desire
I no longer desire
the sensation eludes me

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Breast

[27 Nov 2004|10:24pm]

danae

Today my mother will lose a breast
it was less than a week ago
she was told she had cancer
in those days she and I spoke
of what it would mean to lose one breast
my mother nears her 57th birthday
her marriage is secure
she has no qualms of losing her breast
and even wishes against reconstructive surgery
to make her feel still like a woman
after the deed is done
and I, I wonder were I in her place
how I would feel at the young age of 19
to lose a symbol of my feminity
my breasts upon my chest
natural, full, inviting
I have seen the glances of men
and boys who pass me on the street
in appreciation for my breasts
eyes and hands and mouths have
touched my flesh eagerly, in earnest
would they once again
were I to lose my breasts?
shrink away from my fingertips
when left with heavy scars
where once my womanhood rested?
Could I once again venture out
in tight fitted t-shirts which flattered me
a v-neck fashion which revealed the
mounds of flesh in seductive fashion
hints of treasure, a cove of mystery
my hands would reach for my breasts
and find only empty air
could I bear it?
So much of who I am
and what makes me a woman
my confidence of my feminity
the would could look a tme
and see my breasts and say
"Yes, I see that you are a woman"
but no more if I were to lose them
would I say, "take my hand,
but not my breasts"
a hand is of more use than a breast,
but I might say, "take my hand,
but not my breasts"
yet neither would I wish to sacrifice
could you love me without a hand?
could you love me without a breast?
Would you love me without a breast?

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Want

[27 Nov 2004|09:22pm]

danae

I want to get in my car and
drive to see you
eight hours across four states
just to hold your hand
i want to travel 400 miles
just to see your smile
I want to jump in my car
roll down the windows
and let the wind hit my face
to wake me from my delirium
I want to act on instinct
run spontaneously, freely, take a risk
singing Paul Simon down Highway I94
and rinking coffee to keep my eyes open
rehearsing wha tI would say to you
I want to pick up the phone at six AM
two miles from your house
and tell you where I am
laughing over the wires in sheer ecstasy
when you come to comprehend my words
i want to run into your arms
attacking your body full force
with the velocity of my enthusiasm
I want to slip my fingers into your hair
and play with the blond softness for hours
cradling your head in my lap
peering down to stare
into your baby blues until you fall asleep
i want to come up behind you
and wrap my arms around your body
stand there for hours
molding myself into your back
to feel the heat of your skin
radiate through the clothes to touch me
i want to close my eyes and inhale
the scent of your body
wanting it to permeate through
every pore of me
to carry with me
for these lonely winter nights
when I am seeking comfort-
I'd remember you
the feel of your arms around me
your lips tracing pathways along my flesh
I wnat to run my fingers along your neck
caress your body like a whisper
until you are shivering from my touch
and melting from the sensations
I want to take you to heaven
for just one night
and let the memories sustain me
food for the soul
I need to quench this infection inside me
ever growing aching longing
spreading through my veins like wildfire
a disease pervading all my senses
I want to simply hold your hand against my cheek
and lean against you in comfort
i want to fall into you
I wnat to drawn into you
I want to lose myself in you
I want to find myself in you

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Escaping Myself

[20 Oct 2004|05:11pm]

danae

she scrubs her face, her hands
her feet, har arms, her legs
her body right down to her fingertips
until the skin is raw and bleeding
but she cannot erase it
the color remains
no way to lift the curse
a genetic mutation
feels the pain deep within her
knowing she can never be
what she wants to be
she stares at her reflection
closes her eyes and concengtrates
thinks that if she believes hard enough
it will all go away
but it doesn't
staring back she sees the eyes
of her betrayer
filled with tears
even the tears cannot wash
away the color of her skin
the color of hatred

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[19 Oct 2004|10:15pm]

fairytalesnlies

Do people here find themselves taking American Literature or another such class, and realizing eveyr poem you ever wrote in a fit is distress actually had NO depth to it?

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Stars

[18 Oct 2004|09:33pm]

danae

[

mood

chipper

]

Stars, embedded into the wall
in the sky
in the ground as I peer down
from eight stories up
just like the star in the courtyard
and the cover of my book
Stars like the ring on my finger
and the twinkle in your eye
stars like the face I see that haunts me
the vision in my dreams
on the candles and the t-shirts
the barrettes and the shoes I wear
stars like the ones we saw together
on the playground
on that cool summer night
when you kissed me
and everything was magical
there were stars in my eyes
and stars in your smile
everywhere I go I see you
in the stars that I see
it's not enough that each night
floods my senses with those memories
but you're everywhere and anywhere
and I can't ever let go
and the first star I see
shining every evening in the dusk
to the bright star of the dawn
I only ask one wish
to forget the stars
and hold you in my arms

burn it out of your soul

Escaping Myself

[12 Sep 2004|10:32pm]

danae

She scrubs her face, her hands
her feet, her arms, her legs
her body right down to her fingertips
until the skin is raw and bleeding
but she cannot erase it
the color remains
no way to lift the curse
a genetic mutation
feels the pain deep within her
knowing she can never be
what she wants to be
she stares at her reflection
closes her eyes and concentrates
thinks that if she believes hard enough
it will all go away
but it doesn't
staring back she sees the eyes
of her betrayer
filled with tears
even the tears cannot wash
away the color of her skin
the color of hatred

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new bee

[29 Aug 2004|10:00pm]

taboo_tactic

[

mood

cranky

]

hey, i just joined this community. i dont really have any of my stuff with me right now to post, but i will in the future.

but i wanted to know what are constant themes in your writing, if any. just out of curiosity. mine is reality and my continuous battle with it. i am interested in knowing all of yours.

peace,
alex*

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Five Hour Shadow

[24 Aug 2004|03:38pm]

danae

A five hour shave
itching to be touched
tantalizing, seductive, struggling
to hold back the hands

A five hour shave
so clean, so fresh, so new
barely a shadow forming
made all my senses reeling

Itching for a touch
across the fingertips
aching for a feel
across the neckline flesh

Did I dare
would I dare
speak my mind aloud?
would it be allowed?

A five hour shave
the skin was partly blue
the bristles barely forming
only if he knew

The thoughts running through my mind
my fingers in a bind
locked behind my back
else be caught in a trap

What did you do
what did you do
did you know
what you did to me?

Made me cry inside
made me sigh inside
made the light in my eyes
come alive

Wanting to touch
needing to touch
bare bristles
against my flesh

Mesmerizing, hypnotizing
nothing more than
a five hour shave
was all that I craved

Against my fingertips
against my palm
against my jaw line
against any part of skin

A five hour shadow
made me drawn to you
not a smile nor a laugh
nor a single thing you do

Let me touch the jaw line
I'll be satisfied
unless of course
the next time

burn it out of your soul

[19 Aug 2004|04:43pm]

thirtysilver

Tormentor
Shores dragged wet and white foam-flecked
At the mephitic brink of low tide
Tormentor stands with his wolf grin wide
Gaunt in char black and vulture-necked

Behind him, black cliffs of calving shale
And a wood of gnarled, hateful trees
Where no azure midday sky succeeds
Tall and angry thunderheads avail

He will never deign to thievery
Murder is such an intimate art
The living brain, liver, stomach, heart
The blood, last, he consumes greedily

Tormentor, or avatar divine,
From your heart’s fennel to your mind’s waste
Of all the sleep-dark rooms you’ve defaced
Of all the dreams, why choose to haunt mine?

burn it out of your soul

[11 Aug 2004|12:55am]

soylentjames

I Fucked Her Till She Was Illiterate

When I wake up she was still clinging
to me, arms looked around my neck
like a noose, the smell of her corrupted
with the smell of me.
I jiggle her nose and she wakes
with a smile, lips moving
before her eyes even considered it.
I studied her back as she slid into the bathroom,
then lay there staring at her bookcase.

Kafka
Dickinson.
Hemingway.
Wolfe.

Woolf.

I had impressed her with my knowledge
of Ginsberg and she started
rubbing my crotch when I told her
I was a published poet.

I lied.

As we fuck I think of Sylvia Plath
getting rammed by Walt Whitman,
both reciting the last lines
of Howl as the come in unison;
“In my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night.”

She comes back into the room and sits
on the edge of the bed,
taking a book delicately off the shelf.

“Love is a dog from Hell,”
I whisper into her ear as she mindlessly
thumbs the pages. I ask her if she knows
that the guy who wrote all
of Shakespeare’s plays could only do
so after a great session or morning sex
with a beautiful stranger.

I lied.

She tosses the book onto her
nightstand and mumbles the words,

“No pictures,”

She slips the noose back
Around my neck,
then goes back to sleep.

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[21 Jun 2004|12:24am]

thirtysilver

I'm new. Before I post for the first time, I'd ask this:
I have a very long work (187 SS pages)of fiction, a novel, completed. It is in the late stages of revision. Can I post it here?

Into A Tomb Valley
My room is dark every night
Shirt shapes loom in it, still as skeletons, on hangars
Here is my lonely chair, built and unused
My lonely desk
I know they hear me weeping here
They keep my pencil box open

Out of the black stairwell -disgorged-
My face is ghoul-gaunt in the parlor mirror
Furniture seems to crouch, waiting
Abject and stately in the terrible stillness

The outside world is cold and colorless
Glassy and diffuse
Sycamores line a hill path to an iron gate
And seem to dance, in the deepening gloom, like ocean wrack
They ever whisper of some dark and ancient treachery
I can know only the engulfing horror of it

Iron gate behind
Slow slope before, even-lined and shadowed,
Into a tomb valley
The moon glowers as I arrive
I think this is my grave
I know it is
I come here every night
But I can't read the carven name
That part of me is dead

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[13 Jun 2004|10:44am]

caitirdamisa

Sometimes we give too much
expecting little in return
but are left feeling empty
isolated
insecure
sometimes we have words to say
but fear rejection
so we seal them behind our lips
and try to slow the beating
of our hearts

Sometimes we decide that it is
better to be alone than lonely
because we are used to being alone
we know how to protect our hearts

Sometimes we ignore the feelings
that say this is the one
that this could be it
sometimes we try not to see
even when it is clear

burn it out of your soul

[04 May 2004|11:34pm]

only_one_x

[

mood

crushed

]

u rap ur hands tite round my heard
and hold it there so i don’t die
You tell me you love me
And I start to cry

she remember she first time she saw you
I stud and stared
And you thourt what the fuck
And she just stood there

The dreams started that night
Of you and me
Happy in our own little land
Then the nightmares of you dieing

she let herself fall into you
she fell for you when she saw you
But your always so far away
Her hearts full of pain

Then one special day
I will always remember that night
I got that text
I was stood there in the rain wet though

she started dancing and singing
It was like a romantic movie
The girl dancing in the rain
And singing to herself

Then a week later
The nightmares awaked
And the girl got scared
The nightmares and the hate

All I have in me
Is a heart that cares for you
I love you
And you love me

<3

heya im new to this .. i wrote this bout my ex .. at school today ..

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Dance

[03 Mar 2004|10:06pm]

caitirdamisa

I crowned you my prince
we dance like thieves
under the eaves
what you wanted from me
couldn't be
not me
swoon
pray to the spirits for you to love me
or see me
be with me
touch the light that defines
no such luck, boy

Then the tempest rises and falls
strangled cries
hidden behind the walls of
the hum drum and all that was done
to you
and I

burn it out of your soul

something i wrote during my break at work.

[03 Mar 2004|04:32am]

ryogahibiki01

[

mood

creative

]

Deterioration: A Small Tragic Story

she yells to get his attention, but his mind is already lost in its own thoughts, drowning in the "why"s and "how come"s of their situation.
it used to be that they were happy with each other at all times, heartache kicking in when they were not one, but seperate.
now as one, they feel a different sort of heart ache that they thought they'd never experience.

she's holding back the tears at the thought of his passionless eyes, his passionless, hugs, his passionless kisses.
they no longer hold value to her once warm heart, now left cold by his passionless soul.
he awakens to conscienceness just in time to feel the deep gash left by her frigid mean-spirited words.
striking back, his words emotionally attack her, stabbing deep inside her being like a poisoned dagger.
her tears once held back by the fortress of her will, finally overtake her.
rivers of lifeless tears run down her face, falling down her chin, forming tiny lakes of agony and anguish on the cold concrete below.
void of any love which once her body held.

looking at her, he realizes the damage he's done, too late to heal without leaving permanent mental and emotional scars.
a hug is what she recieves from him but she still doesnt feel anything.
she knows the hug doesnt come from the love he has, no.. HAD, for her.
it comes from him being sorry, not for hurting her but for saying the wrong things, apologizing for being so cruel.
with her in his arms, he can smell her hair remembering the other times he'd savor the sweet smell of her perfume, now turned sour.
"i miss the way things used to be", they agree in silence.
if only they could tell each other, but they tragically wait to see if things will get better, blinding themselves to the fact that they never will be.

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[27 Feb 2004|02:11pm]

burningheretics

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