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The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.

Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet

(you tell me to be
quiet,

dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)

tonight
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name

my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words

you tell me to be
quiet
so I can hear the world breathe)

I want to go home

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

Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.

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

WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.

I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze

like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.

Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;

safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.

Dry Spell I am immobilized by time.
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
fleeting,
evaporating
through the cracks of
my fingers and high

above my head.
I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
words,
silences,
or actions
could possibly satiate it.

I realize only now that it can never be filled:
all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
or stretched
so far
that it dissolves into non-being.
I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devo

with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
and sleep-heavy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
optic nerves,
and here you are:
facing a choice between
on
and
out.
and this?
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
weightless ache--
this is what
gone
feels like.

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?

Pull Her Hair/Stare At The StarsThe ghosts have crashed their ship
on the other side of town,
you can see it from the second floor
all the way over here.
You can see the white clouds
rising from the wreck
and a nova of heat, a big bright
nova of warmth pulling the moths and wolves
out from the woods (with their noses up and searching).
You can smell the yearning like bees
leaving the hive, like the grizzly brown bears
on the jagged white mountains (concrete and imposing).
They call it fear,
but I see these ghosts
scrambling up into the sky
and I like to think it's
something different entirely.

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.

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

Riddle My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

What am I?

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

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I'll Be Home For Christmas

by ~FacialRearranger, Dec 3, 2012, 11:13:39 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I'll Be Home For Christmas

Hello, mother, hello, father
And hi to all my little brothers
I said I'd be back home this year
To share in all your Christmas cheer

I left the city two days back
To ride down on your dusty track
I said I'd come home to the farm
And share in all the Christmas charm

I must have got lost on my way
I should have arrived home today
I promise you, it's worth the wait
I'll spring in soon, in a cheerful gait

It's half past ten, I'll be here soon
I know I said I'd bee here noon
I'm sorry hours have ticked on by
I'll hurry home, at least, I'll try

Hello mother, hello father
And hi to all my little brothers
The death notice there you see
I'm sorry, that just might be me

I'll Be Home For Christmasby ~FacialRearranger

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Wow, I'm getting all dark and brooding again, apparently. Cool.

So, uh, yeah. This goes out to every person, every son and daughter, friend and relative who has died on their way to visit family for the holiday season. Please, make sure you drive safely this year, and if you're in the winter-y parts of the world, take care driving in the snow and fog. If you're in the southern hemisphere, and you drive to family, make sure you take care, dry gravel is no safer than wet gravel if you're not driving carefully. Just because it's sunny, doesn't mean you can relax your attention. Australians, watch out for kangaroos, please. All of us know how many accidents are caused by them.

Be safe these holidays. Wear your seatbelts. Be mindful of road conditions, and take breaks from driving. I nearly lost my life earlier this year due to not being fully attentive, and being over tired. It's not just a scare tactic.

Peace and love xx

~RichardAshendale Dec 3, 2012

Kangaroos? Wow. Everywhere else you gotta look out for deer.

~FacialRearranger Dec 3, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

It's pretty much a given that if you're driving longer than two hours, you're gonna hit one, over here on the country roads.

~RichardAshendale Dec 4, 2012

Oh dear. See! Everything in Australia will KILL YOU!
Y'all's crazy, livin' there.

~FacialRearranger Dec 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

We grew up here so it doesn't seem so bad. We're aware of the dangers, we tend to avoid them.

But kangaroos are pretty harmless of you hit one, unless it's a big motherfucker, or you're in a tiny car. My boss just came back from Perth, towing a caravan, hit one, and his wife didn't even wake up from her nap. It's usually the reaction that kills people (Swerving and stuff. Swerving is a bad idea at 120km/h)

~RichardAshendale Dec 5, 2012

I see.
Well, deer suck, breakin' windows 'n' shit.
You have deer there, don't you?

~FacialRearranger Dec 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Where I live, there's like two. It's rare to see one in my area. It's like a huge deal.

~RichardAshendale Dec 5, 2012

Oof~
I'm not gonna say we see 'em all the time here, but you can't drive through the forest without seein' at least one eatin' someone's yard.

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