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zenithI’m too
old to
dream of
forever

all I want
now
is you

one day
at a
time

a cold nighta cold night

I can’t get warm

a worn brown
blanket, an old
lover, hugs me

as I turn up
the heater and
wander the
house

stopping at the
window to watch
the rain

the streetlights
bounce off a
pool of night
water

and I see
us there in
the reflection

a rolling
flame wrapped
in two scented
skins

and I
wonder
where you are

it’s a cold night

I can’t get warm

cauterizedcutting you from
my heart is like
laying my hands
among glowing
coals until my fingers
blacken and
curl

but I can do
this if it's the
only way

to let you

go

HalfheartedI gave you my whole heart,
and you returned it
   in pieces.

So, I laid it out on the kitchen
table to glue back
   together,

but the calico jumped up
and stole some before I
   could catch her.

While I chased the cat, the dog
ate as many pieces as
   he could reach,

apparently preferring the taste
of bleeding heart to
   Alpo Chopped Beef.

By the time I gave up on the kitty
and sat back down to the job,
   big chunks had disappeared,

making it that much harder, like
putting together a puzzle with missing
   pieces and

rawtake back
your pretty love
words

tuck them
under your
tongue

kiss me
until my lips bloom
with bruises

scrape me raw
with your
blistering skin

and scratch
this itch until
it bleeds

unhinderedwhen I met you,
I raised my barriers,
shored up my defenses,
tended the fences
that protect
me

but you passed
through all of my walls
as easily as wind
through open
windows

and kissed me

now
I’m yours

forever

inflamedour bodies
writhed in
a month-long
wet dream

from which
we awoke

suddenly

and with
regret

effigyrummaging through an
antique hope chest, I found
a magic wand,
old and beaten up,
hidden in the folds
of my mother’s
yellowed wedding dress

I held my breath
and waved it over
my head, showers
of light erupting
like sun snow,
sparks melting into
my skin and making
me glow like
an April afternoon

and in two shakes,
I became
the woman you
always wanted

you suddenly
found me more
desirable than
any other woman
in the world

a goddess

and now you’re mine

but even as you
drift into sated sleep
among my pillows,
the warm vigor of
our love making
still fresh in
my weighted
limbs,

I find myself
weepi

pallbearerhe does a lot of funerals

a necessary sign of respect

going through the motions
of grief, a stoic pillar
of respectability

he wonders with disdain
why I don’t attend
unable to comprehend that
I loved the dead (and showed it)

while they were

still living

DisheartenedI was so completely
in love with him

that my heart burst
from my chest

and threw itself
at his feet despite

my admonishment to
show some restraint.

It refused to listen
and so startled

my lover with its
frantic flopping

like a stranded fish
that he turned and fled.

My foolish heart
chased after him and

is following him still
while I sit here

with a hole
in my chest and

wait for both of them
to come back.

WailJerked awake by dreams,
I lie in the dark and listen
to the long, deep wail
of a passing train, its
mourning disappearing
into tomorrow.

I turn back into my blankets
and wonder where it’s going,
rushing through the cold,
black night, its voice so
frantic and needful.

Its call echoes through
the silence and beckons
me to chase it as I
realize the frantic need
is mine.

WakenI found you

uncultured
uncouth
impolite

until you took me
into your hands
without apology

and taught me
that it was I
in need of
learning.

graspyou taught me
to cuss and to
scream in bed

I taught you
to laugh and to
make lasagna

you made me
yell at football
games

I convinced you
to walk in
the rain

you taught me
to trust my
body

I gave you
confidence in your
emotions

but still we found
that love isn’t
always enough

a lesson I wish
we had never
learned

dissemblerwhen you say
you don’t need
anyone

you’re a liar

(we all need
someone)

what you
really mean
is that you

don’t need

me

I Made My BedIt's time to accept
my lot,

to let go of my
self-delusions,

rose-colored
pipe dreams.

I must let go.

Let my dreams
go their way

as I go mine.

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freezemy tears no
longer flow hot with
the passion of
grief

they run cold
as frigid rivers as
they try to wash
you from my
ruined
heart

devotedhello

you’ll be glad to know
that I hardly ever
think of you
anymore

my nights are
no longer sleepless,
my eyes red-rimmed
and puffy

I’m over you
at last, emptiness
a tired relief
from pain

yes, I don’t
miss you
anymore

but my number
hasn’t changed if
you ever need to
reach me

evermorehe was a
wish
unfulfilled,
gone
before she could
learn the truth
of him

yet, still
he lingers
within her heart,
a dream
untested
that will not
die

bypassedwe loved each
other once

now when
we meet in
passing, we
pretend
blindness

when in truth
I watch you
with the same
eyes that
linger over
flowers on
the side of
the road

with joy in
your beauty
and sadness
that I cannot
stop to gather
you to me

love woundswe don’t speak
because we’re
shielding our hurts

wounds slow to heal
scabbed over with
time and distance

but not yet
hardened into
scars

as the blood
pumps just beneath
the surface

each heartbeat
a fresh
bruise

threatening
to burst through
thin new skin

so we dare
not mouth
each other’s names

for fear the
bleeding should begin
anew

run.

once, we were a
clean, bright dream
of new paint and
smooth angles

on a run into tomorrow
when the world
seemed as new
as we were

we laughed and
loved and put
the top down
in the rain

but we ran
too far, too fast,
losing each other at
a blind curve

now alone, we succumb,
our dream
a rusting hulk
in a forgotten field

as the road runs on
without us

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Cease Fire

by ~Blueskye27, Jan 18, 2009, 10:31:57 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

I’ve figured out how
to end our bickering.

I’ll buy my own bed.

Then I’ll find my own
house to put it in.

Cease Fireby ~Blueskye27

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~duhmattman Feb 3, 2009

Kinda funny in a way, I like it..it's as short and as sweet as u'd want a 'cease fire' to go! lol

~Blueskye27 Feb 3, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

I like short and sweet...

Thanks.

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~topfiverecordsInc Jan 28, 2009

haha Nice! i love this! I hope you're doing well.

~Blueskye27 Jan 28, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

I'm good thanks. How are you? You've been awfully quiet.

~topfiverecordsInc Jan 28, 2009

ugh. I've been better. I'm in the middle of a raging legal battle. I got fired from my job because someone spread a nasty rumor about me. Now they're trying to accuse me of breaking into their office and stealing things. I had nothing to do with any of it! It's gotten crazy and out of control. Threats and such. It sucks. haha. Oh well. I know that I'm innocent and that in the end I can't be held responsible for something I didn't do.

~Blueskye27 Jan 28, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

You lost your dream job?! Oh, I'm so, so sorry, sweetheart. When did this happen?! Legal battles and threats? That doesn't sound good at all. I hope it doesn't take long to figure out.

~topfiverecordsInc Jan 29, 2009

It just happened. I found out on New Years Eve. I guess it wasn't really a dream job if the people I thought I admired were willing to treat me so awfully. I'm doing alright with it though. I just wish they'd stop blaming me for things I didn't do. I don't imagine it will take very long to figure out. Once they look at the police tapes they'll realize it wasn't me. I kinda hope they feel stupid.

~Blueskye27 Jan 29, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Well, good grief! If they have tapes, the morons should look at those BEFORE they go around accusing innocent people. I'm so sorry, Lauren. What are you going to do now?

~topfiverecordsInc Jan 29, 2009

I've started my own music blog (www.myspace.com/mambamambamusic) and I'm going to keep on interviewing artists and bands and such so I can get my name out there and then after all this drama cools down I'm going to apply to more labels and just keep trying.

I don't think the tapes matter to them. They WANT it to be me. They're 30 year old men picking on a 19 year old girl. They need to grow up.

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