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The Crying Of BirdsI pluck their calls from the sky,

Stuff them into my pocket like so many marbles.

Sometimes I cast them on the ground

And like runes they advise me,

Nudge me about things I already know.

Afterwards I’ll scoop them up and in cupped hands

Breathe gently into a cave of skin.

Then there will be music.
Shadow PuppetsCome to me at dark.
Let us speak in the shadows,
And roam with our hands.
What am I to write about?What am I to write about when everything I think of has been written about before
Every line and every rhyme in my head has been thought of already
Every situation that has affected me, others have already explored
Forcing rhymes, distorting the flow, my thoughts refuse to be steady
Yet I try and try to do my best but my best isn't better than the rest.

Love poems are chilling and killing my precious thoughts
Poems about nature have been beaten like the path that has been traveled by
I'm too happy to write about hatred for it makes me so distraught
Inspirational poems decimate my "what 'If'" scenarios, but I will continue to try
For if I tr
*Dust*Irresistible
Sepulcher high on cliff face
Gloomy tomb from past
Smell of dust and artifacts
Attracts inquisitive minds.

2013 Delice1941
19th April2013
Drowned OutI slammed the door shut quickly,
Running a hand through my hair,
My dog sat on my bed quietly,
Fixing me with a stare.

I could hear through the floor,
For Gods sake, they could be loud,
I clenched my fist angrily,
Duchess didn't make a sound.

They were at it again, every night.
I sharply imitated my mum's shrill,
My dad's voice was cutting through,
Trying to bring about calm.

What was it this time? I wonder,
Some trivial shit they decided to share,
I flicked on my music, louder than normal,
Hoping to cover my relentless ears.

Duchess cowered into my bed futher,
I dragged my nails across the desk in rage,
She curled herself a
fragments of lifemy veins are thrumming  in time to the music
and breath fogs in the air

echoed remaints of dreamtime
let me hold the world for the sake of a shilling
or the price of a penny

a galaxy rise
or a sunrise
all of them beautiful

the gentle crashing of the waves
and the thundering roar of the sea
play can't catch me

swans smile
and clouds fall like rain

and the stars shine
forever on
War Crimes"War Crimes"

Hello? Can anyone hear me?
I'm stuck here in this cave
Was that the sound of bullets?
It certainly isn't rain
When will mommy and daddy return?
I'm so cold here and alone
This fire doesn't burn
This country is not my home
How could this have happened?
I am only nine
Tomorrow is my birthday
I haven't done a crime
Mommy and daddy said to wait
As they went to gather food
I hope they're not the bait
To delighten someone's mood
What if they never come back?
Will I ever be saved?
I'm stuck here so afraid
Defenseless in this cave
The only sound I hear
Are bullets growing near
And I may have heard a bomb
I'm tryi
If you love her...lookpast
tired feet
and the hop-scotch marks
of time
through 
binding fears
of the last lover
to wrong her
under
brilliant layers
of preservation applied
in mirrored morning tasks
into
the little girl
who wants to ask you
to hold her good-night
If I could go backSome people think it's crazy
some people think I'm strange
All the things I've done
All the times I've changed

But I know the real truth
and that is why I write
I don't think I have been weak
I feel I've won the fight

So I'm gonna let it show
The intire world may know

My scars they show my battle
the fight that I have won
don't think that I'm ashamed of them
they show how far I've come
Believe me I'm alright, believe me I am good
But if I could go back and change it all
I don't think I would

It's made me who I am
the person I'm today
Much stronger than before
I'm not afraid to say

You may think I'm hiding
or still trying to lie
But my pa
I can hear you sing I can hear you sing
as you sing your song
with words still hushed
and music mute,
with a masked city-sky
and a moon complete,
with the yellowed light
streaming across the streets…
I can hear you sing.

I can hear you sing,
somewhere here in me
this little ache to miss another beat,
Yes, I can hear you sing
of red roses and wreathes
that follow you and
daydreaming clouds
and scant memories.

I can hear you sing
of years that you will never see,
of lives you could have healed,
of friends you'll never meet.
Yes, I can hear you sing.

And yes, I know,
that you think I will never feel
every gasp of pain,
every sigh of grief,
every breath of
i saw stars in your eyesi saw stars in your eyes:
and on your lips i found
the heavens, the
infinite expansion of
a cosmos in your lungs,
lush on your breath as it
trembled.

my blood in a spiral,
the grand clockwork of
the milky way -- alive
at your touch, at the
taste of your fingertips.

moving in rythym as  
the tide shaking an ocean of stars:
a wave crashing down on
the sands of neptune's far shore,
a comet aflame streaks across
the night sky -- sighing softly,
our arms entwined in wonder,
a salty sea on our tongues.

we held each other,
we felt a planet in
revolution around us:
a sun in supernova,
blazing, burning from a
million light-years
away.
Thinking of Youmy virginity was
sacred

the holiest of altars
with a hundred religions'
blessing

my father's gun
a sentiel
to a breathing temple

so i took it myself

a prayer so long
forgotten
& innocence taken by the
right hand of god
ChambersWhen I started this relationship, I was a fool.

The thin soft walls of my heart so fragile.

I was left in solitary.

Your words the

    jury

Your decisions the

   judge

And I was found so guilty.

Every hurt, every pinch to my skin, you brought chaos.

And i'd scratch another day gone by inside my cell.

But the day you broke up with me,
you gave me the key.

Unlocked the door
to this harsh world

And my heart,
my cell,
my solitary was broken.

At least now in pain, I can be free.
the four faces of the year.i.winter was shy,
never had much to say
and stumbled over dirt
because she only knew
how to walk in snow.

she wrote in cursive
but spoke in chimes
and her cheeks were
forever the color of
a weathered cabernet.

she only loved once
and when she did,
she lost her heart.

you see,
the boy used her
in the night
and left her in the day
and she was content.

she resolved that
beautiful people
deserved more love
than herself
and were therefore entitled
to take love from those
who were less worthy.

(she loved a boy
who would never love her back.)

ii.his name was spring
and his voice dripped nectar
into the ears of virgin
ThoughtsLeave if it's what's best
but for now don't let me
be fooled by such low
tactics.

Hit me where it hurts.
until then, don't butter
me up with your love.
I cannot take that.

I may have a chance
to be loved in return.
so please, my love,
let me have that or
take me for yourself.
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Sun-ray between branches
In a play engages
With two friendly strangers -
Little furry squirrels...

While, in blushing colors,
After kiss of summer,
Fall recalls her lover's
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*Concora Oct 7, 2012   Writer
The last stanza is beautiful. :) Lovely work.
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*ditistomzelf Sep 26, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
sweeeet!

A lovely spot in the autumn-sun,
it's where I really like to stay.
A shiver from a breeze, but it's quickly gone,
erased by a hug from a golden ray.
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~miraslava Sep 26, 2012
Every season can warm you up, as long as you wish to be warm and cozy :)

Great job on the 4-liner! ;)
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