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Untouchedquestion marks rest
on his parted lips in eternal curiosity -
unconditional love's open-mouthed kiss;

flower petal cheeks
and poster child eyes for the hopeful -
I pray he never sees the world for what it is.
Pocket StainsShe keeps pens in her pockets,

       and the ink bleeds

       d

          o

       w

     n

      her thighs,

    dripping into her shoes

            and soaking through the soles,

        so that people will see her footprints

             and know

      where

             she’s

                        gone.
Damaged goods.Sometimes I tell them that
it's a birth defect,

that when they dragged
me from my mother's womb
they broke me,

that my mother left the hospital
with a cheque in hand to make up for
"the accident," of course.

Sometimes I tell them
that they said,
"she'll live,
but it'll hurt her."

Because I live and
it hurts me and I don't know
how else to say,

"I'm sad all the time
and I can't get out of bed some
days and I've considered that
not living might be
beneficial to my survival,"

and as they try to work
that out I'm heading for the door
with my head down and
my dignity scraping along on
the floor.
You lo(i)ved inside my chest.We made love

       (once, twice, and
   I stopped counting the
       bruises)

in the middle of winter
and pretended neither of us were
casualties when we collided,
a heart-on collision,
(precision incision).

I keep the room you rented
from me empty,

I don't think about you anymore,
but I don't think about you
anyless.
He's Not Heavy1.
Sometimes,
I don't want to be
a mother.
Sometimes, his big blue eyes
are just barely enough
to ground me.

There are nights,
I want to pack a suitcase,
walk out the door,
and never ever look back.

There are mornings,
I want to throw the baby
monitor against the wall,
watch it shatter,
and pull the covers back
up over my head.

2.
Sometimes,
I see him watching me,
silently, in the corner
of my eye,
and when I finally turn
to face him,
            he smiles.

Sometimes, he climbs into
my lap, rests his head on
my breast and pats the arm
I've draped across his
legs-

without words, he teaches
me how to forgive.
Lovebirds' Sorrowshe was the girl with cat
eyes: broad and judging and
carnal; he was the doe
with a broken collarbone,
yet she found herself lost in
the warmth of his sighs and
asked simply for a set
of sweeter lies

[because it's only after you
sell yourself to the earth that
you learn love is not a
chemical reaction anticipating
every ignited glance and soured
word; no, it is a thing
of obligation that sleeps upon
your doorstep, knowing you
will always come back,
knowing you could never forget
its name]

he called to her on hollow
nights, and she found his
voice when she had nowhere
left to go

he was the cereal box savior;
she only needed a place
to bur
predatorRead aloud here.
sly
fox eyes, i will be
your rabbit--
running prey coveting
every cinnamon-stride
death wish.
miss fox, i wouldn't mind--
there must be worse ways than being
swallowed
by that slick little smile.
lovesong for sailorboyRead aloud and explained (somewhat) here.
i have always loved words as you love the sea
but i have grown to hate 
prepositions
because i have always had words
about you
with you
to you--
but never for you.
words for everything 
     except you.
but i have words for this, so
i'll take them
     one by one.
about.
the ocean was your first love and
i could always see it in your eyes.
most would call them blue--just
blue 
like a swell over a sandbar
blue like the spring sky over a poppy field.
but i don't think anyone
got as close as i did and they're not blue
not shorebound and
safe--
they're gray like the steelbellied sea itself
like the horizon at dawn as it
encircles you
hems you into an impossibly vast canvas
like a demarcation line
or a promise.
     one you always chased.
with.
maybe i had a streak of ocea
susurrationvertebrae like rough marbles down my back,
clacking back and forth as your finger
strikes each in a row, coaxing
a constellation from the
fissures of my fresh
sunken skin

　　　　　　burrow/bury/betray

(he made a home in a gap between two of my ribs
and sometimes i feel him laughing at my heart murmur)
TitanicSo you've decided to be a shipwreck
just to taste the Atlantic open
between your lips
and soak your lungs in saltwater
until your limbs turn to bones
and grow their own crust,

a new orphanage
for the school striving
in the depths of the underworld.
2 CirclesDraw a circle,
Fill it with Dreams, hopes,
Fears and that lingering feeling
Something bumping under
Inside, dark places
And hidden corners
Paint little cobwebs of
Imaginary monsters
With their outstretched hands,
Teeth, baited breath

Draw another circle,
Overlapping the first
Set this one a blaze with
Dishes and curios
Dusting, laundry
A career, a forest
The mountains
Your first kiss
Your last breath

In the space between these circles;
This space, the sacred space between the seen and unseen
The imaginary and the real

This is a mundane life.
once in the afterlife,breathe
and b r e a t h e
and
breathe...

inhale

what
was
left

& bury

the
deep
rooted
ashes

beneath
the earth
e n g r a v e d
in heaven's
lungs.
down the rabbit holeYou are a Wonderland
but I am the wrong Alice.
Scorching SunsetWhen a poet's heart breaks,
take a seat and shelter under my leaves.

The best we can do is pretend
there is still time
to paint the world in wildfire.
to be a floristcut me.
press your metal into my spine.
thread it gracefully
along my insides and out
the nape of my neck.
twirl it gently (don't
hurt yourself) around my skin.

boast proudly, how you shaped me,
how you spun me in your arms,
how you affixed my gaze upright...
how you made me look so perfect
while i slowly turned and died.
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the disharmony
of the city is fading
into Nothingness

a cacophony
of sounds being swallowed by
the din of Silence

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Day #3 of the #Glory-Be-Project

Written on January 3rd, 2013

Written for the musical prompt: [link] from *glossolalias :D
©2013 =DrippingWords
Category: Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Haiku & Eastern

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`vespera Jan 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I like that you did a pair of haiku - they worked really well together
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=DrippingWords Jan 16, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you. I'm very glad you like it. Did you think that the capitalization of some of the words worked for or against the poem?
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`vespera Jan 17, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
it highlighted nothingness, and while it's not traditional, neither is pairing two haiku together, so it works well as a non-traditional haiku. I'm a fan of modern haiku :D
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=DrippingWords Jan 19, 2013  Student Writer
:iconyayzplz: Haha, sweet :D
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~magnacartaelle Jan 15, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I like that it is simple and short. And also that you gave 'Nothingness' and 'Silence' a sort of existence, as though they are alive.

*Thumbs up*
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=DrippingWords Jan 15, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you. I'm glad that's the vibe you got, 'cause that's what I was trying to emanate :D

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~magnacartaelle Jan 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Plus the no use of punctuation. Is it that you were trying to show that this is a never ending thing? :X
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=DrippingWords Jan 19, 2013  Student Writer
Haha, maybe. I just don't like using punctuation very often in my haikus.
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~magnacartaelle Jan 19, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Oooh, I see. Anyway, nice work! :)
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=DrippingWords Jan 24, 2013  Student Writer
Haha, thanks :huggle:
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