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the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.

i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;

i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)

and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
elsewhere.
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
leav

He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.

The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.

But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a

PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink

A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint

SurelyIt was raining
when we kissed for the first time,
for the last time.

Thin rivulets
sunk into the shrunken space
between our bodies
and divided us
like nothing could before,
like everything will
from now
until that never again
when we will
see each other once more,
no more.

Your eyes were
that bewitching shade
of dull brown blue
with all of the light darkness
whirling
in a placid pond
around a pupil
overflowing with vacancy,
and me
and my frowning smile.

The winter heat
fell like a rising tide
and,
for our every breath
was another death
so black and full of life --
embracing our boiled ice skin
as we drew apart,
came together and broke free

Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,
their dreams condemned to ashes,
and our restless bodies stretch,
for forgiveness, for direction –

survivors of the abyss,
amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –
so many dead, so many maimed,

how many graves are we standing on, today?

Life, Death And A Pork Chop SandwichAll tangled up, hard to breathe
This steel cloud day that swirls
With heat and pounding hammers
I shake in my boots and cough up
Blood, rust and damaged flesh
Waiting for the second coming
Maybe next time around there'll be
Some chance for more than this

A twisted barbed wire halo
Wrapped tight around my skull
Blinding white light aura
Swarming with flies I'm flying
To pieces, thousands of shards
Cannot be brought back together
But I will remember the summer
Of my first Chevrolet in each bit

Gleaming bits of glass in the desert
Each reflecting a different moment
Still, now, enduring until the waves
Of a new ocean sweep them away
No pain

SisterSister

A sister is like a soul mate;
Someone who is always there
to guide me through fate.

A sister is,
a part of childhood that I cannot erase;
A sister like you,
is one that I would never replace
because you always know how to
put a smile on my face.

I know I can depend on you
to always be there for me;
This is one hundred percent guaranteed!

I've had great memories with you
in the past;
and I hope there are many more
to come,
in the future.

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

Pretty little things called words and dustif you weren't a hypocrite,
you'd be wrapped in the sweetest
perfumes
(learning
how to engulf the ocean
with your lungs
and think of how to cup it
in your hands
despite
your broken prayers and
still be beautiful)

dance with the gypsies
'till noon
(a quake in
your hips like the thrust
of continents
and the faultlines
emanating from
your spine,
but still
so, so graceful)

sing with the nymphs
in tune
(your voice,
it's growing old,
raspy even.
your throat's burning dry
like a monsoon
faltering in a desert,

and tones
still octaves
powerful)

be nestled in a king's arms
soon
(oh, you precious
little thing.
how

Lost In ConfusionMy mind is spinning without a rest
emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?

The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.
I don't understand, what is going on...

Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A rollercoaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this ?

I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noisies echo in my min

A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.

Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.

Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!

I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even

Why meI wanted sleep very badly
I tried my hardest to rest
I closed my eyes and laid there
But sleep didn’t come easy
I would doze off
And wake back up
Again
Why me? When I know I have to be up at 3 AM.

nightmarethe foxes are at your bedside and singing--
feversongs,
songs of boiling thoughts
and broken muscles.
their lullabyes.
they sneak so quiet, and
somehow,
you can't quite
dream
anymore.

DangerousMermaids; they seduce you then hold you under
Vampires; will kiss your lifeblood away
Mages, will turn your own mind against you
While trolls will hunt you down if you stay
Run through the woods, don’t stop for nothing
Monsters wait with jaws opened wide
Ignore that pretty elf, who’s probably plotting something dark
For she will torture you once she’s lured you inside
Orcs; will have a craving for your flesh
While dwarves are just prejudiced against your height
Dragons are very skilled when it comes to fire
While faeries will torment you throughout the night
So run little weakling, don’t stop now
The faery realm has go

Seaside HolidayI am content
to stay
a caterpillar

Who says
you have
to change?

What's so great
about being
a butterfly?

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Not a Godi searched the chapel
i searched the steple
when i opened the doors
i found no people
i searched through the crowds
all bowing their heads
just to find
they were already dead
i searched through my home
on every empty shelf
i found not a god
only myself

Paintedpictures painted black
behind my closed eyes
blocking out eh sadness
painting away the lies

pictures painted black
to make life go away
to melt away the cold
to dream away the day

pictures painted black
that make everything fine
sheilding my frail mind
protecting what is mine

pictures painted black
then you come and wake me
my world again is colored
just the way it should be

final desolationyou hate me
for what ive done
i cant apologize
because i knew before it begun
that it wouldnt make you happy
i would be taken
away from you
but now what's done
is done
and i dont know what to do
next, as i kneel here
on my floor
thinking of you
and how i cant
make it through
my life without
my best friend
the one who was
suppost to be there
untill the very end
so now ill take
this knife
and end your misery
i know i made it hard
i know you cant forgive me
so now ill take this knife
and bleed out my life
for you
because i know
in my heart
its what you want me to do

Torn Aparti want you
near me
beside me
with me
loving me
kissing me
touching me
But they
judge us
ridicule us
shame us
blame us
mock us
point and laugh
scream and shout
curse and deprive
why can't they
leave us
beleive us
rejoyce with us
live with us
but they won't so we
hide together
run together
Hold each other in the dark untill we are torn apart

youyou
im putting you infront know
im putting you ahead of me
your happiness infront of mine
your bliss before my pain
take what you want
my pleas made no diffrence
you never listen to them
you have destroyed me
and broken my mind
i am free for you to mold
shape me with you ageil
with your mind
your soul
break mine
take mine
it means nothig to me
not anymore
its over
my life is yours
it all comes down to this
you

i didnt get to choosei didnt get a choice
i didnt get to choose
i didnt pick this life for me
i didnt decide that it would happen
why is it my fault
i didnt want it
why do you blame me
i didnt ask for it
why do you judge me because of it
i didnt provoke it
why do you treat me as if i did
why is it my fault
i didnt get a choice
i didnt get to choose

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Blood and Chocolate

by ~Denna-Mord-Sith, Apr 17, 2005, 6:34:26 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

One held closer than the other
The first set aside for midnight
A taste sweet and lingering
Soft and sharp on my tongue
Held fast by the sun
Brought forth by the moon
Stinging my very essence
Making my soul sing
Giving me a joyous pain

The other comforting and warm
Embracing but unlasting
Smelling of sweet
That can never be had
There for a second
Then devoured
Like the sun on the horizon
Warm at first
Then leaving us with just a memory

Killing one another
One as hateful as the other
Bittersweet blasphemy
In a world that won’t except
The taste of
Blood and Chocolate

Blood and Chocolateby ~Denna-Mord-Sith

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

©2005-2013 ~Denna-Mord-Sith

i wrote this after reading the book 'blood and chocolate' by annette claus-kurtis. i like it. its very me...

~Lorenaluvsu21 May 30, 2008

Best book ever

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~the-littlest-elf Jun 21, 2005

nice rae, u never seize to amaze me

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~krazykissez Apr 18, 2005

Beautiful work!

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~Denna-Mord-Sith Apr 18, 2005 Writer

thank you :smile:

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