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Encroaching TerrorHuckle-hunting crack-backed worms
'neath jeering, leering tangled forms.
Branches breaking, bending, sending
shivers down my mangled spine.
Fine, everything's just fine.
Backward glancing, I see dancing
shadows, shadows that aren't mine.
Time, time ever racing, chasing,
pacing, my footsteps ever hastening;
tasting the seconds as they fade away.
Decay comes quickly, sickly;
stenches, wrenches my groaning gut.
Moaning, roaming through the leaves,
weaves the yearning, burning thing of night.
Sight, I am robbed of sight.
Blinding, something hidden binding,
twining, snaking round my aching useless eyes.
Sighs, the sighs of
ifif i could fall in love with you,
i'd yank the blue sky from its perch and wrap it around your
shoulders like grandma's woollen blanket;
i'd extract the spirit from
between your toes and douse your eyes in it, so maybe
then i'd understand what makes your thoughts
and i'd write the words of
a love-bitten victim on the insides of your wrists, just to
make sure i won't find scratches there in the
if i could fall in love with you,
i'd glue your sentences on the walls, and tell everyone
the paint was peeling anyway; and i like falling asleep
to the scent of your ink-spelt feelings;
and i'd give away the coffe
helium balloon lungs
i. You write me notes scribbled on sandpaper
and I run them across my face,
scraping away layers of saccharine skin,
ii. Your eyes, made of cookie crumbs,
I'd like to dip them in milk
and watch them melt,
smoking like dry ice,
iii. You churn my childish heart
in circles and in circles
till I slip into cardiac arrest,
iv. I just remembered that time you
wrapped your arms around me like vines
and held me until you couldn't,
v. Oh what I'd give for a pair of
fortune cookie lungs,
exhaling self-fulfilling prophecy,
vi. I've been fishing for horoscopes,
pasting them onto my bedroom walls
and on the backs
MusingI'm too young to spend my life
running from the thunder,
staring at the kitchen walls wondering
how life would be different
if they weren't the same color.
The NightmareNewspapers line the floor.
Theres a chill in the air.
Look a little closer
news of your death,
written on the wall.
in the shadows,
feeding on your fear.
Breathing in your sorrow,
lapping up your tears.
Lost in the dead trees,
theres glass in your feet.
Run a little faster.
They're very near.
Believe this is a dream
and you're not really here.
Blue Heart SkyThe sky is showing scars of white
Cutting through its heart of blue
Turning grey they feign the night
Raining rain they cry
It stains my eyes
No one seems to wonder why
This rain tastes salt instead of sweet
Forms salty seas beneath my feet
Who broke this blue heart sky
The man died.........The man died
and i felt another cry,
i saw his tears defying the strength in his eyes........
there and then wisdom dawned upon me
i felt its weight on my chest
my tongue heavier than ever
my heart lighter in its sense......
i saw the crying man
i saw the dead man
one a brother to the other
a drug or choosingYour oily prints upon my eyes
Blessed art thou
You bleed through the cracks in my walls
Eyes, pores in every centimeter of wallpaper
Watching me sleep, watching my night-mare
The horse running from the fire-like river
Pouring down the mountain to the plains below
Engulfing my atmosphere in golden red smoke
I am not addicted
Upon my breast
Finding sensitivity with urgency
Hands press into my hips
Passion flowing from eager fingertips
Pressing strong into my willing flesh
He whispers hotly into flushed skin
Words falling like a kiss upon my ear
I want you
I need you.
parabellumseparate bills, secret thrills,
cheeks that shine like rubies
beneath the night stars, the only
other light pouring from his eyes
hands as hot as fire, locking grip,
seeking something more than just
flesh, but a small and obvious comfort
inside this lonely world
soft lips brushing mine in askance
because even still, i am so shy as to
deny that what we are is real
we hold hands in front of all our friends
and he says, his mouth around a woodtip,
that i am worth trying for
i feel loved--at once, again, at last--
and then he leaves me to fend for
(like all the others)
how to pay the plumberthe sun is born of ink that leaks from dog-eared galaxies
and the night is made of copper eyes that pipe the constellations
but we are too polite to stare.
any hand that may brush my back must bleed the alphabet
from wearied fingertips, and this is why:
happiness is ice and crinkled bones all wrapped up warm in the
childless rings of saturn
and your smiling face-of-a-cliff that scorches pretty spring skin dry.
we will never say we will never love so
i will die beside,
you die below.
A Voice That Sounds Like YouThese cliffs, within the mists they dream
praying to the wind, they sing
waves come and go on an eternal swing
longing, I miss their touch, so much it aches
This is one strange, Spring... filled with tricks and magic
both Winter and Summer beside my wing
strand golden along the sand, I stand
waiting for a Sun that doesn't come
I'm cursed... with foreseen memories
a lone shell wrecked ashore
waking the Moon and the Stars
the Night arrives, daring me with its dark light
Drifting the horizon, the Albatross stares
watching my departure...it screams, as
I am leaving the dunes never to return
I swear it's calling my name with its o
it was all skinned knees
and stop signs between us.
we pushed too hard
or not hard enough.
the last star i wished upon
turned out to be a satellite,
and the last time i kissed you
really wasn't the last time.
the scent of romance- pine needles
and sawdust clung to my shoulders
where your fingers left goose flesh
when i least expected it.
i'd be tangled up in you and bed sheets
if i didn't know you better than that,
[sweetheart,] you're thunderstorms on
Saturday nights and "Why don't you stay
for awhile"'s and the infidelities
that line my cheeks.
The Spider SquisherWaiting.
Wishing for you to fall
into my hands like that
Spider crawling on my wall, weaving
a silver web at the corner
of my room stealthily, the way
you have spun around webs
of memories and traps at the corners
of my mind.
Who have trapped
Me without paying heed. Have you
Even noticed that I have
Become your captive? Yours
To devour, to toy with, to
torture, to tease; I am
At your disposal, if
You could only realize.
--But you couldn't and
You wouldn't. And so it is safe
to assume that it is not
too late to leave your web and turn
the tables around so I can
get a swatter to squish
you off my mind just like that
A Meteor is a Falling Star (/Mistaken Identity)Burning in the depths
of the night sky a star
falls, packed with hopes while
crashing onto some unknown
Meanwhile, some person continues
to hope their prayers to the fallen
celestial glitter will come true not
knowing that Falling Stars have
nothing to do with stars at all.
ExcusesI always pictured
You to be dead, laying
Inside a white
Casket with a stoned
Expression on your face while
I look down on you through
the glass lid in melancholy.
Yes, I would walk into
Your funeral clad (fashionably)
In white and blue, and
People will turn
To look at me amid
Their mourning, wondering who
I am, or what the hell
I am doing there.
Then, that's when I would
Enter the room—or garden (if
It were held outdoors) and
Look down on you and just
Stand there for a while as
People glance at each other.
Finally, your parent
Approaches me asking
If I were a friend
Of yours. I would crack
A faint smile and say
To LightningLet the deafening declaration
of your arrival resound upon
the earth I am standing on. Strike
bolts of light, blind
my eyes and the whole world's
As your every flash trace
its way down the skies like fast-
Creeping veins of white
Roots, touching the ground in your usual
Overwhelming grandeur BURNING
The first thing you get
A hold of---
Everything else around it
Will follow. Just
Don't forget to include
The old rucksack under
My desk; there's so much
To burn in there like yellowed
Papers, tattered notebooks without
Covers and some more rotting
Nonsensical things among others.
Call on Rain, to wash
Suspended BondsBorn on the opposite ends of the world,
We bend the laws of the universe
As we meet halfway
Through the rippling sands of time.
Drifting along dimensions
I take your words
And burn it into my palms,
As I watch you carve
mine onto your chest.
Together we cried our souls into the rivers
Then joined the wooing waves of the ocean
Before settling upon the shore,
Only to be turned into salt
by the brilliant sun.
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More