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The Sins that Time RememberedShooting up from street corners,
the ghosts go haunting,
and the snow clicks and crunches.

I remembered that time.
I remembered all of the times,
I remembered what kisses meant in the vortex,
and times when the clocks leaked numbers on to the floor.

If the world was made to hold our imprints,
wouldn't we sink into the cracks made by others?
Smooth as sheets that never saw sin,
newly laid concrete rolls out before me,
the sidewalks in suburbia never end.

I might be a sinner,
far-removed from the original,
but I'm an original,
with my original sins,
Collected in a unique pattern on my skin.
I am slapping Jesus's cross with my sin and my skin

Frictiona whisper in dense woods
that scurries upon the bark of gnarled, twisted trees
and weaves its way into timid piles of dead leaves
lies have become my truth

the friction in my tired bones
and the humming in my throat dies,
as you come to call
and refuse your sin tonight

and love becomes their songthe dark, seething, crimson rose
begged for your touch
upon her twisting, cutting,
luscious vine

"Bleed for me,"
she pleads,
"restore the color to my petals
winter's thieved."

she splays herself
before your palms
"Breathe of me,"
she requisitions,
"house me in your loving lungs
so I can be your song."

so you reach for thorny vine
and she wraps herself around you;
drinking of your vigor-
as you place renewed petals
before your face
and breathe her seed
into your waiting chest

"Water me,"
she sings,
"let me drink of you
in a new way."

and without waiting
for your bated
yes-
she tightens her spiny grip
around your flesh
and tears water the

Ocean EyesYour ocean eyes will inherit the earth,
and the gulls of the sea will not brace you
for what the waves and winds have broken down.

The pearls of your mouth are just now washing to shore,
and your endearing reach trusts with ivory naivety,
but your lack of profanity will not save you from perversion.

All I can do is sing you love songs,
and hope the world is still worth saving,
when your ocean eyes reflect the sky, still blue.

The Riverthe grooves of her old skin
are filled with the forgotten languages
of a thousand lost peoples,
abandoned by gods trapped in their infancy.
she carries the weight of these memories downstream
and carves their stories into the sides of cliffs;
but we have forgotten how to read her words—
braille-spells and earthen-magick
—her belly is full and sick,
and we are illiterate children
basking in the afterthought of our own ruin.

north pacificAudio version thisaway.
icewater and tumblestone beaches, and i wonder, clifftop,
if the fog tastes like forest.
the ocean carves its histories
in the driftwood--creation stories and
lullabyes worn smooth,
bleached to a polish.
it might be sand shifting but maybe--
maybe i can feel the whalesong,
low and deep
thrumming in the hollow spaces of my bones.
i envy the seabirds
who have more room to feel.

Aurora (Borealis)The vermilion sky melted and slipped
into a barely muddied, ruddy hillside
powdered-sugarcoated, vanilla ice-whipped

The vivacious glory-of-the-snow
sabotages the dead silence of the season
with its vehement, blue-violet glow

Know that I see the gleaming aurora in
your laugh lines, life lines
in the palms of your hands and
pads of your feet, unfurling the unsaid
The north star becomes
a cardinal bindi on your forehead
Know that I feel you are heaven-defined
prophecies pressed into my spine

You want to whisper across my tips and capillaries
breathe in sky-blue butterflies, out sea-green envy
I want to compass through your crust and

Whistle+++
i am the wicked edge of ricochet,
the asphyxiation of dust
in a hummingbird's bones. skeleton,
i am silver, grass torn hollow
by a child's breath. corkscrewing,
my veins etch true reflections
on time's skin:

a cardigan crumpled
like a child. Blue
and torn in half.
---

Cruithne

I hurtle through scattershot stars
secret unseen in a liquid night
silent and eternal cold
across seven centuries
my heart resounds in yours
silver-tipped fingers
like ten blind eyes
splay and seek
that core of warm
never found
past Mercury, past Mars
my orbit echoes yours
We never meet
but I return
again and again

Accidentat the corner of boone trails and owen
she learned the brevity of flight:
glinting bumper for launch pad
trajectory approximately 5 feet
across the median.

she pirouetted
as proud, as swift
as any prima ballerina
but the landing
proved rough.

this I keep for her -
the listless weight of limbs
defying gravity, the beastly beauty
of a body bouyant before
its death.

(c)loves and (c)loversi am no artist's muse,
i am no ship's harbor

i am no hero's weaker heel,
i am no good earth's flower

i have never been your lover
nor have i ever kissed you,
- not even once

though i dream of you (c)love-scented,
with lips shaped like a lucky (c)lover's-
kissing you and to be kissed by you
over and
over

i can never profess,
not even confess

note:
even to myself

i stay standing, (b)raving the cold nights,
pretty much batty and bootless

yet again,

the absence of you weighs metric tons on my
ringing ear,
shivering nape, and
repressed should

ColorblindI gave away my name today

and it might be a metaphor, but I think
we only remember the quietest suicides

the walls are thin enough to listen
as the angels try to scratch free;
bloodied fingernails and God says everyone
screws up, sometimes

I'm waiting for a silent night.

I only ever believed in solid ground
and depressions' tides, and sometimes,
those little wounds I nursed deep
within my vocal chords (because
my voice is dying, too)

I can see the beautiful people, now
overdosing on their own opiums of
self-acquittal and dissolution

they ran out of ways to ask for help.

I'm fragile, but my glass ribs
aren't holding much

and

Sky EyesDesert hands tell tales
of a hundred arid summers, but
you are no longer as cloudless as they

(there is a storm
creeping through blue, blue veins).

But tell the sky to keep her sorrow,
that grey cascade blurring against
eyelids and horizons;

and suppress her misbegotten
droplets, seeping into the sodden
ground underfoot—

for there is still sun in your sky eyes.

Four Things She Thought About Before She Jumped1.
She thought about her sister and how the shape of her face
became foreign in certain light, as if carved by the hands of a man
who had spent too much time on oil and canvas
to remember his own skin. Her eyes began to resemble chips of ice
as they filled with rainwater; the world like a river
that runs over them and
through them
without touching.

She thought about her sister
trying to talk in her sleep—
the way her tongue flapped uselessly
about her mouth, a coil of smooth muscle pinning itself
to her teeth. It spat syllables
like broken stones. She thought about her sister spread across
the bed sheets, palms turned upw

LullabyThere's a lifetime in my eyes,
But I'm not yet an adult,
Whispers and wonders and wounds,
Pour from my eyes in my tears,
Everything I held back,
As you hold me,
Is let out in bursts of emotion.
Tell me it's okay,
So I can cling tighter onto the hope you give me,
Tell me It's okay,
So I can hold on a little longer,
So I can let myself go.
Sing to me,
Lull me to sleep,
Whisper your song to me,
Take my heart with your words,
And hold me,
So I can sleep softly,
And dream peacefully.

Speak sweet lullabies to me,
So I can remain calm,

And be freed from my horrific passion,

Let me drown in my one true obsession.

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Hair bright as a new penny,
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Small Miracles and Fragments

by ~PrideofPanem, Nov 20, 2012, 12:37:47 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

We exist in fragments,
and we exist for the small miracles,
frost on the windowpane,
swirling lights in the fog,
the thrum of nature under our palms.

Can't you hear the heartbeat?

Buried deep, I wish for flowers to crawl up
straight from your tortured ribcage,
I wish for roses from your heart.
I wish for the earth to take you tenderly,
and for you to want something better than
the questionable nature of cut-throat genetics,
punching in codes of destruction,
splitting, and splitting,
until they split you out of existence.

You have defied them,
those broken repeated cells do not define you.
You may sleep,
but you still exist in small miracles,
and in fragments.

Small Miracles and Fragmentsby ~PrideofPanem

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

This poem is in memory of two of my highschool teachers who passed away this week from cancer. It's also in memory of my aunt who died over a year ago of breast cancer.
Life is not measured in misery, it is measured in small Miracles and memories.

*bloodawni Feb 24, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Oh, this is just beautiful.

~PrideofPanem Feb 24, 2013 Student General Artist

Thank you so much

and thank you for the favourite as well!

*bloodawni Feb 26, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

You're very welcome!

~intricately-ordinary Nov 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is such a beautiful symbol of remembrance

*kamisch42 Nov 20, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

"Buried deep, I wish for flowers to crawl up
straight from your tortured ribcage,
I wish for roses from your heart."

...best wish for the dead, I swear. That's frelling gorgeous

The whole thing is beautiful.

~PrideofPanem Nov 21, 2012 Student General Artist

Thank you very much

~Kiwi-Shi Nov 20, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Amazing, absolutely amazing.

~PrideofPanem Nov 20, 2012 Student General Artist

Thank you very much, and thank you for adding it to your collection

~salmonella-poisoned Nov 20, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is beautiful and tender

~PrideofPanem Nov 20, 2012 Student General Artist

Thank you very much <3 and thank you for the favourite

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