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Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer

For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of

The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.

SpeakeasyI can feel you like a phantom,
sensation without touch,
like breath in winter
or a misty mountain morning
that stays with me
until the stars fall in evening.

Your eyes contain the secrets
your lips would dare to betray,
but your body tells the story
and I am trying
to read between the lines
of your paperback smiles.

A grazing touch, a covert glance,
the memories remain
as skin grows warm and red
beneath lying fingertips
that claim incidental contact
a thousand times a day.

Of course,
it's not the kind of thing we say
when we are speaking
without talking and feeling
without touching
and thinking without knowing...

all of the things

Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet

(you tell me to be
quiet,

dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)

tonight
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name

my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words

you tell me to be
quiet
so I can hear the world breathe)

I want to go home

Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.

WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.

I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze

like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.

Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;

safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.

We Can't Be Together.Every kiss you plant on my lips,
Takes a little bit of my soul away.

You're stealing the passion,
You're invading my heart,
And killing what emotion I've left untouched.
Stop this.
I can't love you.

I've tried to before,
Oh my god,
Have I tried.

Tried to unlock the doors to myself,
Tried to open up,
And let you in.
But as soon as I took one look,
Negativity took it's opportunity,
And struck the hot iron I'd been molding.

Every word you mutter
My knees falter under
You're killing me

You're my kryptonite
I'm your paradise
But in this odd peace that seems to be approaching
I can't find happiness.

We aren't meant to be together
But this

Poet as PainterThe world
Your dusty palette,
The pen
Your muddied paintbrush:

Dip into
The impossible
Colour
Of imagination

And stain
The pristine slate
With an
Image distilled.

BoyfriendI thought you were good.

You WERE good.

You played with my hair.

You held me when I cried.

You were a gentleman.

You made me laugh.

You kissed me.

You loved me.

I loved you.

It was then that I learned the truth.

The dirty, rotten, stinking truth.

About you!

You cheated.

You played with her hair.

You kissed her.

You loved her.

You made her laugh.

I saw you – don’t you dare deny it.

I saw you giving her that love.

That same love you gave me.

I break up with you.

You don’t even seem to care.

Did you ever love me at all?

Or was it only ever her?

Much later, you’ll realize what a mistake you made.

I

with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
and sleep-heavy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
optic nerves,
and here you are:
facing a choice between
on
and
out.
and this?
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
weightless ache--
this is what
gone
feels like.

Dry Spell I am immobilized by time.
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
fleeting,
evaporating
through the cracks of
my fingers and high

above my head.
I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
words,
silences,
or actions
could possibly satiate it.

I realize only now that it can never be filled:
all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
or stretched
so far
that it dissolves into non-being.
I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devo

untitledGold abundant at your feet,
Heart ripe and pumping on your sleeve,
And eternal admiration;
To say happiness has evaded you
Would be asylum-esque lunacy
For you have nothing to lose,
Fate is on your side,
The odds are in your favor infinitely
Do not waste the gift you’ve received

You Don't Know ItYou don't know it, but you kept me sane
I nearly went over the edge
With a knife in one hand and a gun in the other
But you grabbed me
Pulled me back on my own two feet
Emptied my hands
And when you realized that I couldn't stand on my own
You hugged me
Like a mother would do for her child
Like a friend would do for, dare I say, another friend

You don't know it, but when you saved me
I felt free
I felt wanted
I felt needed
I felt, dare I say, loved

You don't know it, but when you showed me kindness
I fell in love
In love with your kindness
That same sweet kindness you saved me with
It felt like I found a new home
One that I could be, dare

Pull Her Hair/Stare At The StarsThe ghosts have crashed their ship
on the other side of town,
you can see it from the second floor
all the way over here.
You can see the white clouds
rising from the wreck
and a nova of heat, a big bright
nova of warmth pulling the moths and wolves
out from the woods (with their noses up and searching).
You can smell the yearning like bees
leaving the hive, like the grizzly brown bears
on the jagged white mountains (concrete and imposing).
They call it fear,
but I see these ghosts
scrambling up into the sky
and I like to think it's
something different entirely.

clicheTo those who hold bird bones
on the edge of their limbs,
there are dissipated lungs
filled with skies
longing for pillars of fire
rather than bottled souls
kept in the brink of captivity
too big for sparrows.

To those with the cancer
of building and rebuilding
their minute sentences
into salt-shaken metaphors,
sometimes a whisper
trying to be a rhapsody
will never be the same as
a declaration,
an aubade on it's own.

To those who empty
their ash trays
like cremated dust onto
salivating pores and
two cents of syllables weeping
by your windowsill,
there's sand in your mouth.
sand so red that oxygen
will mistake it for blood
so your words wi

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Read In Case Of ApocalypseThe theory has been disproved
Our next apocalypse dismissed
Twenty first and twenty second
Should not brush against Death's kiss

But just in case there is no tomorrow
In case the world comes to an end
If this has truly been our last day
My last word of love, I now send

The only thing certain in this life
Is the promise of uncertainty
Apocalypse predicted or not
Time should be regarded carefully

So whichever tomorrow does not show up
No matter when Horsemen harbingers ride
I'll be wishing I could face the battle coda
With you here by my side

xI drew a little "x" in a date box
Nearly too small to see
A tiny notch to note
The day when you left me

I drew a little "x" in the sand
Where we walked along the beach
Back during days when dreams
Where not so far from reach

I drew a little "x" in the wood
Of the railing on the pier
Where you bent a knee and
Promised to always hold me dear

I drew a little "x" in my heart
That spot you can call your own
A little piece of blood and flesh
Where memories of you will roam

The Selkie and the SeaA storm is rolling in, my dear
The thunder rumbles low
It spreads across the land
With lighting in its tow

A deep and hostile crash
The sky splits white, and then
Rain pours out from the heavens
Harder than since I know not when

It calls me to the air
And lures me out to sea
With a hot, electric desire
I wade out to my knees

The storm begins to truly rage
But I am not afraid
It cracks and strikes and fights around me
A wet death-day parade

Swimming out up to my neck
Waves lapping at my face
The lightning strikes and sears my body
And I fall into place

Floating out to the ocean
Cradled by a vast, blue mother
It is here I

BetrayalIf ever there has been a fool
There is no greater fool than I
A jester in your hall
A dancer in your bedroom
But in both talk and swiveling hips
Foolishness remained the same
Blindfolded and bound
Or only in sheets and summer breeze
Quietly behind the curve of my back
The court brandished barbs and stuck them between my blades
You as the ringleader, bearing each intimate secret
As if they were darts

HourglassA shadow in the hall
Reflection in the mirrored wall
A prism wisp
A stolen kiss
Clumsy, lucky girls
With fawn-fair curls
Fluttering nonsense
Spewing two-cents
A name lingering on your lips
Touched there by fingertips
Slipping away in a crystal dusk
Amid the scent of body musk
Lazy conversations drift
And time has too much sand to sift

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A Lady in Grey

by ~amguinn, Dec 22, 2012, 10:13:04 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

One can still forget dear things
Though 'twas not long ago
A rush to hide the broken rings
To bury them in the snow
But some remember what many might not
It sticks inside their chest
They cannot force it to be forgot
You should bury them with the rest
And yet, a heart on fire
Cannot be buried deep
It melts the snow and climbs the spire
'Tis not for you to keep
Firm against a bare, soft cheek
Earl Grey divides his heat
Fiery hearts are made to seek
But the body cannot move its feet

A Lady in Greyby ~amguinn

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

This is actually from August 20^th of this year, but I did not have a deviantART account at the time.

Written at the spur of the moment this evening. The last four lines gave me a bit of trouble and I don't know if I'm completely pleased with them yet. Hopefully they at least flow and give the proper imagery now. No explanation of the text; take it as you will. I will say this, though: The number of times in a day you can think of just one person is astronomical. Larger still is the number of times you can convince yourself that they're not thinking of you.

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