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Salvation.You need not walk in darkness,
I will set alight the world.

Thou Shalt Not Commit--have you ever been in the bed of a committed lover
when someone else's name is on your tongue,
and you saw him yesterday: that wallflower who drove
your patience past its limit, whose waiting hand
stretched you to the lengths of your intimacy until you cried
mercy? the man who loved your every interest, craved
the workings of your ideology, sought after your pacing mind
more than he ever witnessed your lust? and you think,
if i had been a more stable person then, i would be talking
the first words of my guilt: debilitating the trust
which does not come so easily but he wanted every broken
piece of it, sat around the edges of conversations whe

Hide and Seek With The DevilI have my mark on you -
so don't try to hide
from me, because - -
I will find you when
you want to forget.

I'm not done with
you by a long shot.

Sweet DisinterestSweet Disinterest
For Puabi
Walking arm in arm through the corridor
We do not stop to look
We see nothing but each other
For us (as for all in love)
That is enough
We hear the sound of recorded songs
Of people's voices passing us by
We try to ignore them and listen hard
Only to each other's words
She never sees a thing she wants
She tels me "Your love is enough!"
I must agree
Her love is plenty for me

Kiss the NightI have lost my heart to the man who wears black
His eyes tore my soul from my mind
A kiss in the dark and I was lost
One touch and my world became the night
He took my hands and we caught the falling stars
He held me as we painted the midnight sky
His love glows soft and true like the moon
My name is sacred prayers on his lips
I have lost my heart to the King of the Night
And my longing for him is eternal

Carnival GamesAcetone lips pinch a burning tongue
They trail across sweet nothings that dissolve into nothing at all

This empty body has bones filled with words
Sleeves filled with scars
and heartbeats in sync with punching bags.

This empty body is held too close, it can't feel the heat
losing the sense of acetone lips somewhere inside
someone else's thrill

Took a long ride to a place never called home
the faults are there, but look away
too afraid. too afraid they'll see the light of day.

The Two of UsThe Two of Us
For Puabi
My eyes can watch the flow of humanity
No longer han one hour
Without finally wearying and closing tight
As though to slumber
The effect of constant meandering
Seemingly aimless long the streets
The vehicles and pedestrians that pass me by
Are too many for me to number
At last i close both eyes and curtains
I lie down in bed and breathe deep
The soft, tender breath of her whom i love
Like a lullaby that sings me to sleep
In the end,
No matter when,
There will be
Just the two of us
Humanity has time limited
Our love has forever

ThunderYou are the thunder that hearkens the coming of my lightning
You are the right hand that holds my sword
You are the one I entrust my scarred heart with
The guardian of my feelings
You are the inspiration to keep going
To not back down, and to surpass all mortals
Aurum and argentum pale in comparison to you
The pentagram and crucifix cannot separate us
Hatred has no power over us
Together, we are stronger than the adamant will itself
And together
We shall be thunder and lightning
Forever together

Four Thousand MilesFour Thousand Miles

One body of water seperates ours,
But they say,
Home is where your heart is,
I'm already there.

There isn't a moment,
When I am not yours,
And you are not mine,
No matter where we are,
So what's four thousand miles?

I would chart a course,
Around this world,
To be with you,
And will.

Why waste time?

You are the missing piece,
Of a puzzle,
With no sharp edges,
You fit in perfectly,
Fixing me.

The lights in the sky,
Shine just for us,
No matter where we are,
So what's four thousand miles?

Versos enamoradosNunca olvides que las sombras
prueban que existe la luz,
y mi alma entre tinieblas
exige que existas tú.
Cualquiera que me leyera
cual contrarío te vería,
por comparar yo luz pura
con la tiniebla infinita.
Mas esa mi intención no es
solo quise agradecerte
que ilumines mi penumbra
para no caer inerte.

liceum i inne klimatygdy go widzisz pot spływa ci po gardle
słowa stają się nieważne powietrze
wypełnia wnętrzności łapie za gardło
dławi jakieś pożądanie czas staje w miejscu

nawet gdy on nie zwraca kompletnie uwagi
gdy mówiąc do ciebie patrzy gdzieś tuż obok
a ty zaglądasz mu ciekawie w oczy całujesz w myślach
dotykasz patrząc patrzysz wyobrażając sobie dotyk

i tak bez końca czy ma włosy jasne czy ciemne
oczy zielone niebieskie czy brązowe ciepłe czy zimne
ciało idealne bądź mniej za każdym razem ta

DepartureI haven’t said a word to you
In years uncounted now
But just a picture of your face
Sets my heart a-flutter.

To kiss those lips again,
What I wouldn’t give
A night of freedom and forgiveness
To hold you in my arms.

Your eyes tell me stories
Only I would know;
A longing to remember.
I want to feel your heart in mine,
Feel my body tremble.

I’ll have you in my dreams,
That’s true,
And I’m comforted by this.
I know your heart misses mine too,
Oh baby, what I wouldn’t do…

Mixing Thoughts with Blood One second was all it took
Crying out in pain and desire for solace
She could see that nothing was left for her
It was all going to be over
Or so she thought...

The blood ran out of her veins
In a flow of red waters luminescent in the night
No one was around her, no one cared
She would be alone for eternity
Or so she thought...

A tiny light, just a beam
It did not know she could not see
The life beyond what she was living
Was just the darkness left within it
Or so she thought...

The blood runs slowly down her face
Her eyes start to dull and glass
This scene playing out does now create
A sence that she was already

A Knight's OathI swear on my blade
That I shall protect you
From any evil or holy power
I will be with you through darkness and light
Never to forsake you
Never will I take my hands to harm you
Nor shall I cause you pain
I shall be your pillar
Your enemies shall hear the cry of the eagle
The wolf will howl
VAE VICTIS!
Never shall you fear me
For you are my princess
I will be your sword and shield
Always faithful
I swear on my blade
I swear on my honor
I swear in blood
As a knight of darkness
I swear this oath to you

will you knoware you happy
that i have started
writing
again?

as you always say i
should

you've put me
in enough pain that i have
to,
now

are you happy

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Rhythm - refers to the natural rise and fall of the voice when something is being spoken or read aloud.

Meter - comes from the Greek word for "measure," is used to describe a regular rhythmic pattern that operates throughout a given poem.

Cesura - is a strong break/pause in the middle of a line.

Scansion - the act of determining the meter of a poem by marking the stressed and unstressed syllables in its lines.

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Pas ce Soir Don't you wish me dead
With all this sensitivity spewing out my fingers,
Braiding your hair sticky green, and jealous
As a fountain of joy.
L'envie, you said, elle rayonne la gloire lumineuse
Autour de votre cou épais et rouge. And these sparkly ears gloat
Much, up your peppery nose, cresting in your orifice.
So superficies, don't you feel oblige?

The white t-shirt,
Spineless as a worm, letches to my skin as to a nipple.
Très vous, you slide your nails underneath it
Your mouth tilde-bends, Du lait aigre-doux.
Yesterday we caught a white dwarf shining in the c

The Beech of WinterWinter came, its fingers cold
down the autumn spine.
That tarry name spelled-out
again, again as mantra do
for leaden eyes, while the body
shakes.

Coat of chaste hid the lilies, as they
chest-worn comforted Death.
There - mounts of dust; dust snow-piles, with
old familiar smell, mesmered
the yearn of letting
go.

One step failed the clouds,
two steps failed the past,
and with the third - lone beech deciduously
exposed her bosom to the night
and let the stars cry unto it, and
weep.

Her reddish hair in flames denounced
the naked breasts, the reap

A Souvenir of TastenessEverything which is life, is made of a thin layer
of an approximation to confusion.
Both our fingers, interlocked

Make a souvenir of tasteness,
to relish and delight in an embarrassment
limited to only you and me.

On this bench, we browse through slow photos,
sea-salt drenched-photos, moving sideways
from your cuddle to my inability;

words, tongues, all tied up in that which is
of greater possibility to please. As summer marches
down off the shore,

traveling the thick old stones of Neve-Zedek.
This is Tel-Aviv, in the first light of morning,
encompassed in everything which is Life.

Crude and coarse, as a dozing bulldozer,
I r

While, While, WhileWhile, while, while you can the window pane
wet tears of rain, the green of afternoons
a long thin line of ice and mandarin
from barren wastes, parched dunes white clean
        to northland groves, fat marshes' froth,
a sweet nectar of  thick knotty growth

onerous shades of time no more, a glass of woe
red lush of red berries and rubus bourgeois,
                of people under tar roofs, suede sofas, tv dinner esque
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I wrote this for *fotoFRIDAY's LXXIII. [link]

If you've never tried this project I really recommend giving it a try! It was my first time trying something like this, writing by a picture that is. It was very strange and different, brought up many images and subjects to my mind.

Sometimes there's a difference between going on the train and wishing it didn't go.

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~PrestonMeyers Mar 29, 2009

i agree--i also like the spacing and the imagery. fabulous poem, except i have trouble with the time-honored cliché "the dust settled."

"sweetnessss" is quite sweet.

~PureMind Feb 22, 2009

"But the train moves on
and it won’t wait for us."

Very well written, i might have some tiny issue with the meter not lending rhythm to the poem but since the point of the poem seems to be more focused on imagery and feel, i think its negligible.

I had this really crazy dream once that i was in an underground, claustrophobic sewer laced into a maze with pipes and pumps, and i was frantically trying to find a leak before i drowned in that chasm of metal and echoes. Still chills me to the bones...i think your poem had an added effect on me because of this one memory

`leoraigarath Feb 23, 2009 Professional Writer

Thank you, I really appreciate comments that tell me what the reader thought or felt when reading this. It is one of the most helpful things a writer can ask, I really appreciate it.

~Elmara Jul 14, 2008 Student Writer

an unabashed 'wow'. i was drowning in the images. the spacings were very interesting. i think i might steal this technique from you

because its very inspiring and gives a whole new perspective to the poem. kudos!

`leoraigarath Jul 16, 2008 Professional Writer

Thank you, it's one of my favorite poems in my dA gallery. I think it's the first poem that I actually felt like it came out mature and ripe. There are not many poems I can say the same about with such ease.

~Elmara Jul 17, 2008 Student Writer

~TheBloodWriter Jun 18, 2008

very good, very cummings with the spacings I think. Like the Ballon Man.

`leoraigarath Jun 19, 2008 Professional Writer

Thank you very much for your kind words

~MutedIllusion Jun 9, 2008

I love the spacing you used in this. It gives the poem such emphasis.

Your imagery is wonderful, but you always add a thought with it, which gives a deeper layer.

I loved the ending. It's really quite wonderful and the structure goes well with the subject.

Oh and I loved the extra "s's" on the word:
sweetnessss
it lingered for so long that by the time I reached the ending, it was a sudden impact, though I'm not sure if you did that purposely.

Well done.

`leoraigarath Jun 11, 2008 Professional Writer

Yes, I did that on purpose. I wanted to smear that word, give it a strong essence. So it won't just be a description, so it will be sweetness by itself.

Thank you very, much for this wonderful comment.

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