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Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer

For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of

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

SpeakeasyI can feel you like a phantom,
sensation without touch,
like breath in winter
or a misty mountain morning
that stays with me
until the stars fall in evening.

Your eyes contain the secrets
your lips would dare to betray,
but your body tells the story
and I am trying
to read between the lines
of your paperback smiles.

A grazing touch, a covert glance,
the memories remain
as skin grows warm and red
beneath lying fingertips
that claim incidental contact
a thousand times a day.

Of course,
it's not the kind of thing we say
when we are speaking
without talking and feeling
without touching
and thinking without knowing...

all of the things

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.

We Can't Be Together.Every kiss you plant on my lips,
Takes a little bit of my soul away.

You're stealing the passion,
You're invading my heart,
And killing what emotion I've left untouched.
Stop this.
I can't love you.

I've tried to before,
Oh my god,
Have I tried.

Tried to unlock the doors to myself,
Tried to open up,
And let you in.
But as soon as I took one look,
Negativity took it's opportunity,
And struck the hot iron I'd been molding.

Every word you mutter
My knees falter under
You're killing me

You're my kryptonite
I'm your paradise
But in this odd peace that seems to be approaching
I can't find happiness.

We aren't meant to be together
But this

Poet as PainterThe world
Your dusty palette,
The pen
Your muddied paintbrush:

Dip into
The impossible
Colour
Of imagination

And stain
The pristine slate
With an
Image distilled.

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.

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.

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

BoyfriendI thought you were good.

You WERE good.

You played with my hair.

You held me when I cried.

You were a gentleman.

You made me laugh.

You kissed me.

You loved me.

I loved you.

It was then that I learned the truth.

The dirty, rotten, stinking truth.

About you!

You cheated.

You played with her hair.

You kissed her.

You loved her.

You made her laugh.

I saw you – don’t you dare deny it.

I saw you giving her that love.

That same love you gave me.

I break up with you.

You don’t even seem to care.

Did you ever love me at all?

Or was it only ever her?

Much later, you’ll realize what a mistake you made.

I

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

You Don't Know ItYou don't know it, but you kept me sane
I nearly went over the edge
With a knife in one hand and a gun in the other
But you grabbed me
Pulled me back on my own two feet
Emptied my hands
And when you realized that I couldn't stand on my own
You hugged me
Like a mother would do for her child
Like a friend would do for, dare I say, another friend

You don't know it, but when you saved me
I felt free
I felt wanted
I felt needed
I felt, dare I say, loved

You don't know it, but when you showed me kindness
I fell in love
In love with your kindness
That same sweet kindness you saved me with
It felt like I found a new home
One that I could be, dare

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

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.

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WalkWhen you look at me what do you see?
the damn trouble that shadows me
like two stalkers in central park
waiting to snuff the life outta me?

Take a step back , dust off your pleats
do you really think your better than me?
Stop the tape, drop the hate
we're all boys and girls in this place.
Respect, integrity,
it takes courage to contemplate.

Your tongue outta control
defiling your brain.
Working overtime like a
crazed killer in a late
night matinee.
This ain't no movie
everything's in shades of gray.

Right or wrong that's all
police or politicians say.
So we erase the lines
our moral compass is
all over the place.
An

Trials of RageFear is racing through my veins
another chance to feel the pain
hold the drama, hold the strife
I want so much more out of life.

On a road I've not yet traveled
praying my good luck won't unravel.
Tired of losing everything that matters
another loss my heart will shatter.

Not much faith in twenty eight years
all I've left behind is trails of tears.
No one's stood beside me enough
they've all left when things got rough.

I'm not as cold hearted as I seem
life has taught me it's hard to dream.
All my wants are just out of reach
with practice, patience to myself I can teach.

It's hard to play from second base
never a winner in th

Johnny and JuneJohnny's been a good boy
most of his life
till he felt something missing
so divorced his wife.
Got some clothes and a
brand new do
started working out
now he feels twenty two.

Then one day
he met a young man
skin so tan with
soft style hands.
He was workin
down the boulevard
said give me three dollars
man and I'll park your car.

Now all the missing pieces
fell into place as Johnny looked
in to his angel's face.

He's in love with a boy
he's in love
make some noise

Johnny fell in love with
a boy named June,
who almost died
cause he came too soon.
June's parents didn't seem to care
they were just happy that h

Insults for InjuryTrading insults for injury
staining blood with pain
this thing we have between us
is hard on the brain.
Words we exchange
can't be found on
any hallmark card.
Hearts carry bruises
and we wear ours
loud and proud.

So what do we call us
this you and I?
Are we fated loves
or dreams in the sky?
We clash together
as ships in the night.
I want this forever
if I lose you completely
I'm scared I may die.

I try to bury the fear
talking about my
emotions to me
is a big deal.
In my life you
remain the only
thing that's real.

Eight little letters and
I'm liquid quick when
they fall from your lips.
But sorrow seeps
from

For Him The Bell TollsIt's another night like
all the ones before
heart is broken,
body's sore.
I keep hoping,
one eye on the door.
Reminded with every breath I take
the words exchanged,
the mistakes made.
Dammit, I'm tired of seeing
your eyes on every face.

It would be so easy to employ
the usual games but I refuse
to compromise the person I've became.
I don't mind being alone
at the end of the night
I'm just tired of it being
the story of my fucking life.
I'd be back to my old ways if
I didn't have to see you
in everyone I'd lay.

The lights go out
I'm spotlighted in my shame.
The whiskey offers comfort
the only arms that hold wit

Fall From FameEnshrined in exasperation
loving all I once hated.
Emerald and blues
same old hues.
Violence peaks
crushed at my feet.

Coloured bottles
line the wall
Diva's dealing
shots like cards.
Reality skewed
veins tainted.

A scalping would
ensure my blood
lust is sated.
Who I am is
a product you
created.

Hollowed eyes
pink tinged cries.
Slit my wrists
with a knife.
Sorrow pours
out to stain.

Sedated from pain
like a rock in the ocean
I fall from fame.

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And Yet

by ~ladyshadowrage, Sep 13, 2009, 8:04:42 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

_{I'm confused about what to do
I've met a man who's everything I want
And yet he's not you.
He shares his time with me, every chance he gets.
In his arms is where I've slept,
The cold cannot seep through his strong chest.
And yet, he doesn't make my blood sing
He's unable to make my body dance across the sheets.
His kisses are pleasant, but I don't crave them.
I lay there wrapped in his embrace
And yet it's your face I see.
I cannot love this man
And yet he loves me as I am.
He whispers words of passion in my ear
And yet it's your voice I hear.
He's not the jealous type
And yet he hates you.
He has everything of me that I can give
And yet you hold my heart.
He says it's okay
And yet it's tearing him apart.
I don't want to hurt him
And yet all I can think about is you.
I should be happy I finally found the man of my dreams
And yet tears are all I cry as I fall asleep.}

And Yetby ~ladyshadowrage

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

_{This is an older piece from 2006, I fixed it up a little bit and removed a few parts, all in all I'm happy with it now.}

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~DragonLady159 Sep 14, 2009 Hobbyist Artisan Crafter

love this piece. It reminds me so much of something I went through recently, I'm not sure if you were writing about your life or not but I so completely understand the sentiment

~ladyshadowrage Sep 14, 2009

_{Aw, I'm sorry hun. Men *rolls eyes* they suck.}

~DragonLady159 Sep 15, 2009 Hobbyist Artisan Crafter

hehe indee, thanks

No, it's all resolved now and definately for the best, I'm the happiest I've ever been in my life

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!lordbeazy Sep 13, 2009

The other man's grass is always greener.
Seems like settle for what you've got!

~ladyshadowrage Sep 14, 2009

_{A- I will never settle for less than what I need again. B- This is old emotions, years old lol.}

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