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a ratio of freckles to starsvirginia,

you are floating away in
every direction:

a universe
of sunlight & marrow bones
i want to know

your touch
had vertigo then--
a certain horse sadness

i remember how you
would swallow the stars:
watch them glow through your cheeks

(no one told you
what they thought of light & dying
of being a constellation
drawn across your face)

you are the milky way:
a firefly drowning

but i will trail you--
hold your coat above the water

(a star
exploding a million miles away
with a number for a name)

This is my girlfriend.This is my girlfriend.
I found her all on my own.
She’s little,
And broken.
But still good.
Yeah,
Still good.

cool breeze across sultry skinorange morning
riverside
in the wind
reeds bend
like backs
yours arches
like a bridge
in my breath
and my two lips cross
your soft skin connection
to reach the end
the heartland
open and waiting for me

There isThere is;

Joy in your laughter, music in your voice
Dance in your step, confidence in your stride
Pride in your heart, tranquility in your mind
Sweetness in your smile, fierceness in your eyes
Comfort in your presence, tenderness in your embrace

Nothing quite compares

CountermelodiesWhen it begins,
it’s like discovering
the decadence of music.
Perhaps your breath hitches
on the cello carrying the countermelody.
It reminds you of their voice,
as they warm spices in the kitchen
and you’d wrap your arms around them from behind,
like the horns come up from under
and saturate the harmony.
Their body feels familiar in all different ways,
a second listen granted to a beautiful movement.

You can’t tell them you repeat
the first song they showed you
because it smells like their skin
If you listen close enough.
And they can’t tell you that
they try to harmonize with your
speaking voice on the phone

Dancing with the Fairies EnglandxReader

Emerald leaves, orange light,
Swaying bluebells, pink clouds,
Rustling trees, calling birds,
In the stillness of the forest.

We wandered from the gravel path,
Careful where we trod,
Not to crush the innocent flowers,
That tinted a fine fragrance.

Past the great oak,
Beyond the pine and beech,
Our fingers entwined together,
My hand locked safely in his.

Great gorges and steep cliffs,
We passed before an opening,
Where light shone through gracefully,
Catching on mysterious forms.

The rosebay willowherb seeds
Floated and waltzed effortlessly
Through the air and caugh

A Lack of EloquenceYou told me you wanted to be a writer someday
And I couldn't help but wonder if you'd ever written about me
I went home and tried to write something beautiful about you
But I couldn't find the words
I don't know how to describe the kindness in your eyes
Or the way your voice sends shivers down my spine
Or how you linger in my dreams at night
No matter how I string my words together
They never quite seem to do you justice
You must forgive me for my lack of eloquence
And understand all the things I'm trying to tell you
When at last, for all my trying, the only words I have are these:
"I love you, I love you, I love you"

You are a bittersweet beauty with hips that lie.Do I crave you because I crave a intense muse?

Poetry flows from my lips.

My heart bruises,

soul feels ripped.

I still want you.

I don’t need you.

I want you.

I want your flesh upon mine.

Whiskey lips and hips that don’t lie.

Bone against bone.

My body is my home.

Experience the bittersweet beauty.

BeautySmiling into the sunshine I go,
the warm rays on my face as I walk.
The world around me is vibrant,
every color rushing to meet my gaze.
The world seems as if it is waiting for me,
opening its beauty to my eyes.
A drop of water touches my face,
from the sky they fall,
bringing out new color and life.
I sit in the rain as around me it falls.
I would try to find the most beautiful things,
but you are the most beautiful thing of all.

It hurtIt hurt you know,
Falling for you.

I felt very bump and bang,
Every bruise and break.
I tried to hold on,
I tried to slow down,
I tried to stop.
But it was inevitable.
Gravity was too much,
It kept pulling me down
To you.

And when I landed,
When I hit the ground
At your feet
I could barely breathe.
It was too much
For anyone to handle
Let alone me.

But I watched you reach down,
And felt you pick me up.
You gathered together
All my broken pieces
And worked for days
Making me whole again.

It took time
But I finally realised
That for me to fall down to you
Meant that you
Had fallen too.

So once I was rebuilt
I searched for your missing p

Eternal LoveI never thought this day would come so soon.
And yet I always knew it was to come.
For we are nothing but another side of each other.
For all those years we were two sides of a single coin,
Spinning round and round but never facing one another, never meeting.
But those days have passed. We have joined in more ways than one.
And now we complete each other, black and white, white and black…
Different but the same. We will always continue to fly under the same sky.
Together. Nothing else matters but the connection we share.
This connection which binds us, it runs through our veins, through our blood, long before we ever met.
Eternal. Like the symbols that matched our colours and understood our souls.

let's play pretendplease hold me close and keep your eyes shut
i'll become the girl who broke your heart
and you'll be the boy who broke mine

ThiefCant you see she's a thief?
She stole your heart
And your breath
Now she's stealing your last name.

FrostBeneath saw-dust skies
You unfurl
Like the petals
Of distant and haunted gardens,
That are never quite real.

When the sun climbs
Down
And through the slats of my sister’s apartment window,
I claw at the fake mink bed-spread,
Watch dust particles come to rest.

I fall asleep and
You visit me
In my dreamscapes,
Your soul in a strange, alien-animal:
I know it’s you,
With a body full of
Warmth and
Soft love.

Happy Birthday Fox!Every moment spent with you,
Everything which we once knew,
Is now melting into the past,
You and I, our futures last.

Together our souls burn bright,
Like a hearth and candlelight,
Late night talks or daylight hours,
Poems about us, or poems about flowers,

Though we are so far apart.
You are forever engraved in my heart,
Each passing second with you,
Is worth a lifetime to me.

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House of Sin

by *Medoriko, Jul 10, 2009, 7:32:29 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

It only took one particularly cold morning
To realize how much she really missed him.
A draw of frosty regard woke her abruptly
From pleasant dreams of grandeur.
She's feeling old and tired, despair in every movement.
She wants to think it's over
But is it really?
Because in war, feelings and actions are seldom one's own anymore.
It appeared as if there was nothing left but him.
Everything that he aimed to be, and truly was.
A collection of vignettes, spotlight on his feelings for her.
A burning sensation, aggression, obsession.
She was Beautiful, shockingly beautiful.
And so sorrowful. The curve of her arms
The way her eyes glazed over.
The way her lips remained immobile until that first cry.
Oh, the beauty so great, it was sinful
Watching her pass through like tumble weeds.
He chokes back a gasp at the view
For there in the soft velvet curtain in which she hid
His reflection stared back in awe and confusion.
His own ugly perception of self worth coming forth.
She had written secrets she kept in her room.
The ink old and faded, the messages worn and washed out,
Discolored and dull.
Much like the life they both lived.
He never hated her. Never.
Just hated her free will
Her innate ability to captivate the world with eyes opalescent
And true.
The same way she captivated him.
The feeling sinking,crawling up his skin.
He tried to hold onto it like he'd never feel it again.
But she seems so far away now.
Stricken in grief from the chilling words he spoke.
It was supposed to be this way, he rationalizes.
Nothing good comes from two selfish people staying together.
There was no future for such intolerable frames of mind.
They had set the wheels in motion
And now they are hurtling towards the end at neck-breaking speed.
How did it begin?
With a taste of simplicities wine and hunger for absolution.
How will it end?
Extravagantly, like two missiles butting heads
Making chaos in it's wake
Muting out shrieks of pains and loss.
Leaving nothing but ashes
Trailing
idly
about...

House of Sinby *Medoriko

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

Don't ask. I was...in such an odd mood when writing this...contemplative, pessimistic and a lot of things all at once. SO...this is the end result

I happen to adore this poem for some odd reason so I hope that you guys like it too. Let me know what you think. Thanks ~ThunderCunt~

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~beigegray Jul 12, 2009

A draw of frosty regard woke her abruptly
From pleasant dreams of grandeur.

<3

*Medoriko Jul 12, 2009 Student Writer

Thank you. This is my favorite poem of mine I think

Glad you enjoyed.

~beigegray Jul 13, 2009

*Medoriko Jul 13, 2009 Student Writer

I will be checking out your work real soon

~beigegray Jul 13, 2009

Haha okay, please do!
I like this little guy >

*Medoriko Jul 15, 2009 Student Writer

I shall and Me too...he's so cute and excited

~beigegray Jul 15, 2009

Hahaha

~LookingGlassArt Jul 12, 2009

Well, the other comments have truly covered the congrats on a good piece here... I am at a loss for what else to say, I like its flow and it really conveys the feelings

*Medoriko Jul 12, 2009 Student Writer

Aw thank you very much

=Budukai Jul 11, 2009 Student Traditional Artist

Whoa... That's a sweet one right there. You used such eloquent words for this one. Well done

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