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think of me, my love
as my fingers trace your skin
the arch of your back, the strength in your shoulders
hold me
faith,
breathe in and out
speak to me; open your eyes and utter those words
i so desperately need
in those late night hours when I swim in doubt
rather; drown
throw me a rope; I'll hang
throw me safety; I will sing; sang?
That aimless lyrical melody I used to whisper close to your ears
tell me, has it died
has the flame escaped my hands and soul and have i come to realise
once a vanquished lover will never find something new
whoever knew?
my love, when you think of me
can you taste my skin as I l o n g to taste yours
or else, on my knees
i beg for your lips
against mine; a blessing
a morning
one morning
will your arms open to my own?
will we ever be home
my love, my everything
can you hear my lonesome voice?
across vast lands and expanses of ocean
do you hear your other half?
s t r a i n i n g to hear every note
see every last glimpse of light;
feel every inch of long gone memory
and get through each night
apart.
my heart, my love
as our souls dance on a celebration of fate
as my fingers trace your skin
the arch of your back, the strength in your shoulders
hold me
faith,
breathe in and out
speak to me; open your eyes and utter those words
i so desperately need
in those late night hours when I swim in doubt
rather; drown
throw me a rope; I'll hang
throw me safety; I will sing; sang?
That aimless lyrical melody I used to whisper close to your ears
tell me, has it died
has the flame escaped my hands and soul and have i come to realise
once a vanquished lover will never find something new
whoever knew?
my love, when you think of me
can you taste my skin as I l o n g to taste yours
or else, on my knees
i beg for your lips
against mine; a blessing
a morning
one morning
will your arms open to my own?
will we ever be home
my love, my everything
can you hear my lonesome voice?
across vast lands and expanses of ocean
do you hear your other half?
s t r a i n i n g to hear every note
see every last glimpse of light;
feel every inch of long gone memory
and get through each night
apart.
my heart, my love
as our souls dance on a celebration of fate
do you hear the way my body craves every last morsel of your taste
Literature
Magpie
O, Magpie, do
you know me now?
You've only been
here for a day
and
you know more
than most
of my secret things
You live beside
My slimming-couture
Fashion statements
and you
know,
You know
superficially
at least
But do you
know me?
I don't know myself
I want to divine
wants and
truths
from red wine that
lingers like tea leaves
sticky
upon my fingers
and your feathers
I want to know me
Can you sense
What lurks beneath your home?
I want
O, Magpie, I want
A Wolf once said
'Desire, desire, you are not the maker of me'
but desire
is my Feast
and I am starving
I'm starving
you, Magpie
You are the
symbol
of my starvation
your etchin
Literature
Sonnet 5
The ordered seasons mock the human heart,
where golden days are marred by winter's frost
and cold despair, unwilling to depart,
must suffer summer's warmth and wear the cost
of feigned enjoyment's cast: a brittle smile.
The pain of tempests past: those certain waves
that pound a wounded heart, that little isle
alone against the sea. The hurt enslaves,
its path a circle, always leading back,
each winter sharper, deeper. No remorse
can heal the dead or shape the past, no track
can breach time's walls, no penance change its course.
The wasteland fears a spring of piercing pains
so, shattered many times, the mask remains.
Literature
Tumbleweed, Tumbleweed
Tumbleweed, tumbleweed,
Why do you roam?
You go hither and thither,
Have you no home?
Tumbleweed, tumbleweed,
What do you seek?
Or are you just tired,
Of the desert so bleak?
Tumbleweed, tumbleweed,
Why don't you stay?
Why do you always go,
So very far away.
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because aren't we all always attracted to such shiny thing?
listening to paloma faith/lana del rey
i will admit, i am very rusty. i haven't written for so long.
comments are, as ever, very, very much appreciated <3
listening to paloma faith/lana del rey
i will admit, i am very rusty. i haven't written for so long.
comments are, as ever, very, very much appreciated <3
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Originality Technique ImpactI was hesitant to critique this one, since it seems very personal -- either that or you're just a convincing writer... <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/b…" width="15" height="15" alt="
" title=" (Big Grin)"/>. But then I noticed your request for criticism, so I thought, "Okay. I'll do what I can".This is very sensual and often intense, with imagery that I could feel, such as the fingers tracing skin.
There are so few things I would consider odd or mistaken that I'll jump to those.
line 10: "rather; drown" confused me. I'm still trying to figure out how you meant that. Were you trying to say, "rather, I drown"?
line 13: not a mistake, but may I suggest, "...whisper near your ears"? for the assonance and less passivity?
line 16: I think "once" breaks the flow. Perhaps "That a vanquished..."
the section beginning "my love..." is intensely erotic and tastefully but intensely conveys submission.
line 34: Would you consider, "and live through each night"? There's nothing wrong with "get"; it just seemed a little...general.
And what do you know? Thank you for flying Nitpick Airlines!
Be sure you remove everything from the overhead compartments....
Okay, done joking. I liked this poem. It was definitely romantic, emotional, erotic in spots, vividly described, and for the most part populated with evocative, poetic language. Thanks for sharing.