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NecromancyShe replaces her wrists
with the sharp thorns
of roses and slurred
don't-touch-me's

-

as she speaks
in an old tongued
language that whispers

de

cipher

me.

-

She collects stars
on her knuckles,
& her dust eyes
are sad moon nebulas
starved for love.

-

But, the kisses
she sinks into the curve
of her lover's ribcage
by night, warm that
supernova heart.

Star SwallowerShe's
an enigma.
her head, a stadium drowning with applause.
yet its seats are empty like the notebooks
where armies of words should be marching.
instead she dismantles clocks
thinking she can play with time.
behind the mountains lurks a darker reasoning
a twisted labyrinth of rationalizations
hidden from the suns brilliance.

Years alone beneath the bleached fluorescent
reading those already dancing in the moonlight.
she is living a literary half-life through them
hiding from the symmetry of the writer.
licking salty rocks of excuses.
saving her secrets for posthumous excavation.
decades of productivity left for moths to chew.
you're throw

who said breathing was easy?gasp
air down the esophagus
trickling, to the lungs
winter respire chills alveoli
and I
tried to hold my breath for a beat or two
a beat like a bird's wing flapping fire in my chest
a clawing at my ribs, broken feathered bones at the bottom
stir to rattle blood
hurts to
breathe
hurts more not to
say your name
complications beep irregular rhymes
and the time ticks on methodically
like life is logical
like love keeps
watch
waiting to inhale
forever an exhale
always leaving me empty

WaitingWe are still waiting for the thunder from the distant stars,
The echo of mortality,
the whispers of a storm, half-remembered,
in sepia-coloured hallways in buildings that smell like books.
Time gets slow in waiting,
ghosts are formed from the wanting,
taking shape in the spaces where sunlight,
or moonlight doesn't touch.
The stars shake from the vibration,
and the ghosts shimmer in anticipation,
but we can't hear your voice in the dead of the night.

The Nature of LungsThere's that
feeling
you get
when you
keep
breathing in and
are
so concerned with getting
air into
your lungs,
to fill them up
so fully
that
you'll never
need
to inhale again,
that you forget
about
breathing

out.

But when you do,
the emptiness feels
so
much better than all
the oxygen in the world
pressing out on that one
overcrowded lung.

Oceans of DeliriumIn the mists of quietude,
I will fold the horizons
to bring you closer to my arms

Whispers of euphoria
begin to stir in oceanic rhythms
caressing the space between our lips
Each day I dream deeper
as I fall further.. into bliss;
into thoughts of you

Every kiss I blow towards you drifts
like a myriad of small ships sailing
each night under starry light towards
your lips, begging to fall deep into your
skin and drown in your body…
I lay hypnotized in the tapestry
of satin winds saturated in brushed
silence of empyrean love spells,
dressed only in the light of the moon

Bathed in indigo,
unconscious in her beauty~
feastin

ConstellationShe is dream dust,
too bitter or wise
for her own good.

A timeless dragon's soul
somewhere inside a
scaled shell, burning
the silence in her bones
alive, honeysuckle sweet.

She collects fireflies only to
set them free at 3am,
crying to an uncaring moon.

& she's begging for the stars
to take her away,
make this house a home
rigged in the sky.

To me,
She is already naked fever
swimming through the cosmos

& I orbit her.

star dwellerhow stained are my seasons

with forgotten intentions, i must have

loved you senseless

now i'm guarding my heart.

my ribs are a courtyard; you

cannot be shy, darling

you tell me, you're a

star

dweller

you fall into yourself

the space within you is beautiful & broken

i see it fully because it's what

made me feel help

less the first time i saw you

a word for your days growing old;

don't try to take control, little darling

i'm the youngest of souls

ropehang me from the moon,
i want to be beautiful

Hollow Memory of a Distant ShoreYou are like a long passed season.
As delicate as the footprints of sparrows in freshly fallen snow.
Intricate, yet so easily disturbed when care is not taken.
Somehow, you have managed to persist after all these years.
Residing in the same quiet place you carved into the woods so long ago..
Only a short ride from the sea.

When you cross my mind, you carry with you the scent of that shoreline.
Harsh and thick, yet somehow placating.
Though the weather was perpetually gray, misty, and cold.
Much like your heart had become..
Just before we painfully, and slowly, parted ways.

I recall with deep longing your fascination with foxes

ListenCan you hear me
Listen
Listen to my cries
Hear me
Feel my pain
See your neglect
Understand what you've put me through
Hear me roar
My anger bouncing off the wall
My sadness ringing in
Your deaf ears
Can't you hear me
Do you just not care
Listen to me
Listen
Don't walk away
I'm not finished
If only you'd hear me
If only I could make you see
Why won't you listen
Why don't you care
Do you not see the tears
I'm shedding
You're the one that's made to care
It's your job
Why can't you just listen

Maybe you can't hear me
Yeah
That's it
I'm just not loud enough

To Write of HorrorTo paint a scene of mythic horrors
Take dim lit room and darkest corners
Find a child huddled there, cradled tight in his despair
Silent here for not his murmurs,
murmuring out a prayer

He asks the keeper keep to keeping
While all his guardians tucked in sleeping
Ignorant of the shadows creeping
Slow across the hallway floor, standing now outside his door
Somewhere near the sound of breathing,
breaths too heavy to ignore

Then just outside there raised a howl
A distant boom and monstrous growl
Envisions he a ghostly cowl
Afloat across the yard in prowl
Come to steal his soul away, curtains hold the fiend at bay
With scrapes acr

Why I Don'tWe are too permanent
for the transience of poetry,
each brief line speeding on toward
the next at breakneck speed.
And I have never been one for writing
epics, you know that.

Because I Forget     Some broken hearts
  Will love again,
  Some fractured minds
Watch sun-rise, and mend,
  Some happy dreams
Are cherished by friends,

Because you have love,
You will triumph again

Some broken

relearning i. stardust scatters with the
direction of my pupils –
maybe secretly i am an
astrology teacher, waiting
for a sign to wink
happily at me.

ii. excuse the rambling
nature of forgotten question
marks, but tell me:
would you like to be the
object of handwritten clichés
would you like to whisper
secrets in my palm
and would you
like to be the possibility

iii. air brushes against my
skin like the torn petals
of a flower still standing.
[ hold your head up high, honey,
and tell tomorrow to wait just
a while,

iv. so you can figure out
the difference between
patience and having all the

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And nothing died, just ceased to
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Glass

by =divafica, Oct 21, 2012, 9:27:34 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I always laugh when you refer to me as glass.
Not just because of the way you say it,
(glass-as-in-gas).
Or because I know it's a crack at my fragility.

Glass is pure.
I am like granite -
my body nullified from too many clashing traits.

Glass is transparent.
I am like clay -
illegible from all the plastered smiles.

Glass is unyielding.
I am like chalk -
easily broken and scuffed away by meagre things.

Glass is hung up on walls and in great cathedrals,
tinted for enhancement, but only ever painted on by fools.

I am hidden behind keypads and camera lenses,
coated in a thick paste of deceptiveness.

No, my love,
I was never glass. (Despite my fragility)
Call me granite or clay or chalk
and be done with me.

Glassby =divafica

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Paradise.My arms ache from digging through
rough and ruin, in search of
paradise.

I saw it in a whispered dream,
there, nothing hurt;
we were unspoken.

With winter came warmth and summer snow,
And nothing died, just ceased to
walk with me
in paradise.}

A daily deviation? I can't believe it, thank you so much! Huge thanks to ~xTintedlullabyx and her group #Daily-Deviations for suggesting me, and of course to ^thorns for giving me the DD!

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Glass by =divafica draws the reader in with interesting comparisons. ( Suggested by ~xTintedlullabyx and Featured by `thorns )

Critique by ~Syfrax Jan 20, 2013, 3:12:06 AM

That was simply amazing. The emotion was there, and it had smoothness, as if going over polished glass

I am astounded by what you described yourself, by such realism. You tried to show your true self, with all of your flaws, showing your imperfection. You showed me and the readers your weaknesses without shame, showing that you long accepted them and that they can't be treated as such anymore. You accomplished what not many could do: accept who you are and embrace it. This is an amazing poem you wrote, you expressed your soul and your true emotions deciding to not hide behind a mask anymore. You let the deception fade.

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Critique by `MagicalJoey Nov 8, 2012, 6:50:01 AM

I will be critiquing this piece on behalf of

Firstly, I love the way you draw the reader in with your first ST by explaining the 'glass-as-in-gas' pronunciation.

Now, the crit:

ST = Stanza

L = Line

ST 1, L4 - 'either' isn't needed here because you have just started a new sentence and are not comparing the crack to anything else yet.

ST 5 L1 - you need a comma after 'cathedrals' otherwise you are implying that the cathedrals are tinted and not the glass.
ST 6 L1 - again a comma is needed here after 'lenses' for the same reason as above.

I love the contrast between the different elements of the glass with the granite, clay and chalk. You have done well to continue your metaphor throughout the piece.

Personally I would remove the third lines of both ST 5 and 6, as they seem unneeded in a way, and almost get in the way of the message you are trying to bring through.

Overall, a really good piece.

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=clarissabelle Jan 20, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This is a beautiful piece of poetry.

=divafica Jan 21, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

Thank you

=clarissabelle Jan 21, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Your welcome.

~moon-lit-words Jan 20, 2013 Student Writer

my apologies if the comment is a repeat and for my lack of remembering the technical terminology

at magical joey: the comma after cathedrals is irrelevant because of the following syntactical device: The tourists who knew of the flood took a different route. (compared to) The tourists, who knew of the flood, took a different route.

the comma simply differentiates which tourists are included in the description following the noun 'tourists'. same for cathedrals. writer of this piece would need to place the quality of tinted and such following glass. same for the following stanza

as per grammatical usage, no rudeness intended c:

=divafica Jan 21, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

I'm sorry? I'm confused.

~moon-lit-words Jan 21, 2013 Student Writer

nothing to do with your writing; it's a good piece

the other guy made an incorrect analysis of your grammar, so i corrected that. i didn't know how to reply to him personally, but i saw you'd possibly edited your piece regarding his comments about commas

=divafica Jan 21, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

Oh right! Now I see what you mean

~moon-lit-words Jan 21, 2013 Student Writer

sorry for any confusion or clutter on your piece

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