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remember thisgemini, i've found it -
the missing weight from my every
valley, that was pulled from me while i was
unborn. "abducted," i'll say,
travelling back through spirit-lands
to watch our beginning, to witness
our once-upon-a-whole.

i've fallen into lightless quiet.
as i begin to breathe, i feel a pressure
released from my ears
and i can hear a cadence of
concurrent blooms. a gentle buzz
hums along, carried by the scent
of begging blossoms' celestial seed, and i
dare to look; removing one finger, then two,
then ten from my prying eyes
to see us there.

we are feathered and flowered.
our thorny bird-bones have no gaps
and our mahogany-skin is unblem

Between the Moth and the FlameMoth-like we dance metaphors around each other,
the flames beguile with serpentine smiles
and I wonder if I am any better,
my secrets flounder in veils of smoke.

Desperately yearning for a touch,
but with wings so delicate how can we dare?
You leave behind the powdered snow of love,
flaking away upon my fingertips,
but then where would you be?

(trapped inside the glass jar we constructed in fear and fragility)
(I wonder is my love such camphor?)

And there is the fire that would tear me away
with such masculine heat,
dare I resist?

(your gentleness I know is hard-edged, but he comes as a tour de force)

I struggle between myself
caugh

on being perfecti’ve got this
boy or two
nipping at my heels &
crawling into my bed
when it thunders

they hold this shiny crown atop my head
as if i am queen
of their whole fucking world

every damn night meets me with
restless insanity &
every damn morning greets me with
a sink because i can’t get to the fucking toilet bowl in time
to vomit
a pretty blue prozac &
my nightmares

i am far from flawless, boys,
get off your fucking knees.

Harvesting spaceIf I was a planet, I’d be Saturn
cultivating the stars
and threading the most beautiful
onto leis around my neck

Breaking of autumnthe stillness

of crushed leaves

and wilting branches.

there.

ruminations of a world

left to falter

a painter's hands

weary

of holding the image

in his eyes.

the constant quaking

of continents, newborn giants

embracing

the crawling kisses

of tides.

your body,

silent in the grace

of my distilled spirit.

a revelation.

Irish DreamsMy dreams of Ireland are painted
with pastel green eye shadows
and emerald bushels of garland
that glisten in the charcoal night.

They're visions of golden showers
and fresh aquamarine dew drops
that embrace the lively bedrock,
awakening the creatures within.

They're the rush of bustling winds
weaving through the loose locks
of Irish boys and their lovers,
dancing under the Celtic stars.

They're the ancient melodies
that consume every fantasy heart
and yearner of good luck,
well-wishers and explorers.

My dreams of Ireland are painted
with every enticing touch of beauty
that one could possibly imagine.

the simple truth...he took one breath
and
behold!
(the world)

stars open
sleep pending

and all
is love
between

starsi pray that someday soon, in a lonesome winter, your bones will cease to ache.
regrets will no longer break your morals like glass figurines,
you will not ask God to pardon your sins.
you will forgive yourself.

i hope, for your sake, that your butterfly-flutter eyes
will only be dampened with tears worthy of shedding.
your glory will shine out of those 2 crystal windows
and you will finally know what freedom feels like.

one day, in the midst of a dreary december, i wish for your wings to open wide
and carry you to heights far past any you have ever experienced.
your lungs will become blooming forests
with snippets of poetry carved into

Haiku IIIwhite cherry blossoms
melt on frosted window panes -
harbinger of Spring

Sanctity.A pilgrim at
the half remembered ruins,
sunset wiring
starspun and
burning low --
alive, somehow,
at the night's watch.

Aside a Grovecome aside with me,
a grove near a bay
where aqua kisses land
puts all fear to bay

take a stroll with me,
beneath darkened sky
stars shining bright
every exhale a sigh...

and we'll be happy then
on one peaceful day
when the buzzing in brain
to bed where it lay

and may
may be
we can find serenity
in a whisper

give you my hands,
give you my tongue
give you all that I was
and all that I am

sound of an ocean
in one ear
and out
for a moment...

welcome peace now, please welcome
anything but anything
only for a while
a short moment
some smiles...

in a grove
near a bay
with love
where we lay

electric skeletonsI danced with a ghost
at the prom. I built
a shrine out of paper
and ink, and used
lithium-ion batteries.
the ghosts line my
window-sill. breathe:
take a long drag of
winter air, a prayer
in your lungs, and the
blood on the bathroom
floor is a human
sacrifice. and
somewhere
far away
a god would cry

if only she knew.

The RusalkaOne summer night in early June
She stepped out from the water's depth
A forbidden beauty in light of the moon
Temptress who roosts among the trees
She sings the songs of lovers' bliss
And the warmth of family and home
And how it's all the things she missed
Singing in tune to the bubbling creek.
Beware the summer siren and her golden hair
Ignorant fools, steer clear of her wiles and wares
The naked beauty of perfection dancing among the trees
Death's beautiful bride-to-be
The weary traveller was tired and worn
His body stiff and sore, he stopped to rest
The sun had set as he stooped to drink
A shadow then caught his eye
In awe he looked up to the gorgeous nymph
Her beauty beyond compare
Her eyes, her skin, her naked breasts
She coyly motioned him nearer
Just out of reach, he leaned to the edge
The water lapping at his finger tips
Arms wrapped about his head, lips grazing his
Closer, closer, he pressed forth
And then he fell in
Down to the bottom she'll drag your soul
Be you men of young

Whispers of another lifeby dolan grey

Your dress is a ball gown,
an upside-down rose petal;
those inverted flowers
make half of my garden:
I'll make you a bouquet
of dark red, and lavender;
a dress for warm evenings,
our hot nights.

Eyes like watered wine,
refined, and intoxicating;
decanted, measured,
inviting and poisonous:
You've corrupted me, dear,
but slowly, carefully;
hazel depths, inviting,
deep amber alcohol.

A thousand grains of sand,
gritty and gravelly, imperfect;
nothing feels farther from
your skin touching mine:
Velvet and silk and corduroy,
these things of delicacy;
every inch of you, satin smooth,
elegant suede and swan feathers.

La

the city of AtlantisIt's 3:45 in the morning
and I find the world
half-asleep
underneath the ocean.

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Gemini

by ~RaeClone, Feb 16, 2013, 7:59:09 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Traditional Fixed Forms

Oh, how her words like silent whispers
Tell a story to my soul.
Little red! Little red! Could she be the other half
To my broken puzzled whole?
Sweet Gemini, how she has taken stage
On the heart that is a show.
Let this Libra take thy heart and
Fix all the woe.
Please take this poetic confession as
I have been shot by a Cupid dart.
For this devil needs a savior
For a lonely silent heart.
Like a butterfly,
My ribcage flutters when she speaks.
And I apparently invade her dreams.
Dreams as she sleeps.
Madam, more beautiful than Aphrodite,
Take me.
Take me as I inquire,
For I wish for you to be,
My valentine.

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~obscuring-sunshine Feb 17, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Still the best freaking love poem I've ever read... though I haven't read much love poetry. Still!! Amazing and sweet and just...DAWWHHHHH!!

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~RaeClone Feb 18, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Haha. Thank you, Brey. ^^

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~obscuring-sunshine Feb 18, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

No problem. (:

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~starell Feb 17, 2013

really awesome poem! love the way you work the title in!

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~RaeClone Feb 18, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you taking the time to comment. C:

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~starell Feb 18, 2013

Of course!

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