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HAIKUWRIMOCOMPLETE 2013

February 28th, 2013

Dire desperation
A feeble whimper for help;
roar of these raw times.

February 27th, 2013

Gluttonous ash cloud
sucks the moon's blood
and swallows the night.

February 26th, 2013

Bark! An explosion!
Angry bodies escape the
network of lung cells.

February 25th, 2013

Silently cloning,
multiplying, honing in,
determined to kill.

February 24th, 2013

Tea and sympathy
readily available
for my dear sister.

February 23rd, 2013

I will hold my breath
as the north wind does the same
waiting for your love.

February 22nd, 2013

He hovers behind;
Hamletian apparition.
Always following.

February 21st, 2013

A lo
In absence of a poem.I chewed my pen to the nib
and swallowed the ink thoughtlessly,
but no matter how long I thought,
I couldn't say what you mean to me.

I tried, I tried and I tested,
every word in my diminutive range,
but I screwed up more pieces of paper
and happened upon something strange;

I noticed words, which have served me,
for all of my formative years,
had no power to convey my gratitude
for the times that you dried my tears.

Whenever I doubt myself (often),
You're the one who tells me I'm wrong
You lift up my chin and remind me, wait
for the good things that will come along.

I can't find a way to express how
you are the saving grace in my head.
So
Sometimes, it's the little things.He always told me I was deep.
An unfiltered distillation of a humanitarian ocean.

He accepted me, gills and all -
  He knew that I needed my eccentricities to breathe
         under the seascrapers of pollution
               that hung over my head.
 Or he said he did.

At the end of it all,
he tugged the gills open to expose me;
    my innards trailed across the coral reef
       as I swam trustingly forward, hoping for the best.
 I tried to believe.

I believed him, gills and all -
But eventually, he left me, with holes in my sides
   Where he had spooned out my intestines
      To tether them to a boulder.
 I tried to breath
A chance secondI lie awake, staring at the cornices.
3AM: my fingers worry at the corners of my sheet.
My anxiety worries at the corners of my rib.
I bite and tug and huff out my misery
As the silence keeps me awake.
I lay with pressure of your absence
Pressing down over my nose and mouth.
A soft asphixiation of the heart, of the sanity.
It is a hot grey night in London.

You are awake, startled by the sunlight.
7AM: you can't lift your weighty skull from the sheet.
The day sirens, but you stay, settled,
Under the weight of your shroud, your loss,
Only the silence keeps you awake.
Unknowingly, for the first time in weeks
We are unintentionally in sync;
Laid
BuriedUnder the paprika house,
are the bones of my father
and nestled between rib
and reason, is our love.
ShockwaveFoetal
Trying to fold the pain up
To trap it between the paper cut limbs.
Curled up
Protective
But the shockwaves come
Pulsing from inside
Destroying cells
Radiocactive
Curled up
To trap it between the paper cut limbs.
Trying to fold the pain up.
Foetal.
The White ThingsNothing is as far away as a minute ago.
No matter how hard you row against the tide
we can never reach it, never return there.

It's hard to sleep in the light of my regrets
that creeps through curtain and barriers
to rot away and bleach all things white.

It's hard to sleep knowing that no distance
is as far away as sixty small seconds ago.
Immalleable, we rot, and things turn white.
United, We WriteHear me read it

0hgravity, if by some divine fortune you should decide that today is the day you will fail me, then let me soar through the ChemicalSkyline. Grant me a-lovely-anxiety that raises a storm InTheStarryNightSky for me to riseandbe above all else. Let me soar.

How I long to be the frail rider-on-the-storm and not a victim of the RoamingShadow, Rogue-Of-The-Night, that BlackVelvetNightmare of my nights and days. I long for awaytobefree, won't you grant it to me?

I desire to be great, to feel greatness, to be more than one of many Sad-Writers spinning Sacred-Literature into SanguineEpitaph after saturninesweetness. scarletwave of
TerminalI want to kill you.

I want our love to be terminal,
And for it to be wrapped
around your heart tight when you die.
I want you to be looking
into my eyes when you do,
And I want you to know
what I have done to you,
                           for you.

I want our love to be terminal,
Or rather; til death do us part.

I meant what I said,
I want our love to last until you die,
Or I die,
Or beyond that.

Or; simply,
I want to spend my life with you.
ScarsSee the sharpness of my tongue-nib
As the metallic taste in my mouth draws out
A barking cough, forced out
By the dirty nicotine lining my lungs.

See the blade of stubbornness
That slices across my cheek bone;
An amalgamation  of all the times you pushed me.

See the residue in my eyes,
The remnants of all those times you forced me
And I forced myself not to cry;
Those tears condensed into a thick blinding syrup
That colours all things red.

See the crinkle in my nose,
The wrinkles on my heart
As I remember how you didn't love me. (Don't love me).

See the burns on my psalms
And fingerprints singed off
By all the times you called me nothing
Never The Gold.I want my silver back,
I need to melt it down and forge a new connection
With someone else.
I want all the precious bits of myself
that I so willingly quarried for you.
I want my silver back.
Sleeping soundlyHe's talking in his sleep again
And I can't help wondering
If he's saying all the things he feels he can't say
When I'm (not) listening in the day.
You are not an islandI have been alone. This man is an island.
The cliffs of my shoulder blades
hang heavy with grief, ore, suffering.
I am draped with the permanence of gravity,
So do not believe that you cannot move.
Come to me, water babes fully grown,

Allow yourself to be swept in salt and ash.
Tumble with your brothers into my arms
and be at peace, at last, on the shore.
I too was once drowned, but I arose
and as the caps melt, all things will erode
For no man is an island alone.
OIt permeates everything
It is the cells. It is the cell
in which I am rotting.

The sheen over my eye,
the flesh I rip from the side of my nail,
the teeth I grind it with.

The tears, blood and sweat.
It is below carbon and hydrogen,
embedded in the air I breathe.

It is sleeping under my fingernails,
It is the undeniable, genetic, atomic truth.
Oh, my oxygen permeates everything.

It is the cell.
Of Nuisance LeavesHear me read it!

Leaves clutch their ropy fingers around the tree's limbs. The zesty leeches bloom, crack open overnight and slip silently up the nearest oak or maple. They pierce the crunch of bark and penetrate deep into the rubbery veins.

They feed. They pauperize plum and peach until they are heavy and brown; heavy laden with the stolen sap.

When at last they reach their fill the tree can finally shake them off emphatically, desperately, until at last it is clean again. The tree reaches its black bones to the sky in praise and as a new year begins vows never again to be the victim of leaves.
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If You Knew Me - Draft One /If You Knew Me

If you knew me
You would see the tears streaming through me
Cascading unchecked through my body and soul

If you knew me
You would care that I am choking on my own pain
And that a mass of self hatred has replaced my heart

If you knew me
You would forgive me my sins and my mistakes
Hold me in your arms and protect me from my self

If you knew me
You would cry as I do
And never stop.
If Only - Draft One /If Only

If only miles were hours,
I'd love you momentarily.

If only time was nothing,
I'd give you nothing, eternally.

If only words were empty,
My touches would be optimists,

and if only death can part us,
Hell will be sorely missed.
I'm Speaking - Draft One /Do you mind if I rectify the silence
With an unhealthy dose of violence?
If I push my thoughts down upon you all?

If I choke on what I'm screaming
And disturb you while you're dreaming
Would you forgive me, in no time at all?

Stitch old needles through broken hearts
Who cares for these damaged parts?
We can't even give them away.

So just sh-shaking and convulsing
With words pulsing and repulsing
I'll try to say what I mean to say.

Whether you want to hear it or not.
OK?
I Want To Love You - Draft One /I Want To Love You

The room is dark, but the darkness has warmth to it,
The candle in one corner emits just enough light, to love by,
She is asleep and he is afraid. He trembles while she exhales,
He knows she is afraid to be touched, so while she sleeps he cries

She dreams of him, in a world without boundaries,
And desperately wishes her mind could be clear for him,
She wants to feel his thoughts fill her mind, and take over her,
She wants to be possessed, by memories of love instead of sin
Health Warning - Draft One /He bites the bullet,
And she just bites her nails,
Both far too old,
To believe in fairytales.

He watches her crying,
And keeps it all to himself,
As she whispers softly,
"Love is bad for your health".

And ain't it the truth,
That love is bad for you,
Beats your broken heart,
And your spirit right down,
There's nothing good 'bout it,
Nothing you can gain,
So stay away from love and,
You stay away from pain.

She wipes her eyes,
And he resists the urge to move,
Can't help thinking,
She has something to prove.

Ulterior motive,
What does she really feel,
And if he pushes her away,
How will she ever heal.

And ain't it the t
Grant Us The Peace Of Death - Draft One /Grant Us The Peace Of Death

Now everyone will know your face
immortalised your sweetly grace
and everyone will sympathise
with such great love and gross demise
we will share a silent prayer
for the valley of death and all now there
we will wipe our tears away
with prayers of tomorrow and today
you will be the phoenix reborn
you will be the worlds new dawn
lead us to that resting place
where we can bury hate and disgrace
let us feel our hearts break and beat
help us find our homes and feet
guide us please, oh sparkling star
bring us home to where you are
let me sleep where angels rest
oh bring us peace, east to west
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It follows me.
My silver skeined ghost.

An almost imperceptible thread;
only visible when you shine light
    directly upon it.
It follows me.

It rides the underground.
It hides under bridges,
Under trains.
It is woven into the spools of tar
         that form the roads between.

Inevitably if I walk too fast
it reminds me -
Like the tug of stitches in your cheek
that reminds you; you have lost your wisdom.
It reminds me.

It trips me in doorways,
when my mind is elsewhere.
If I look away from it -
           - it slips round my neck.
Another knot to throw over the beams
it mauls me without a fair chance.

I tried to sever it. I can't.
Only the corrosion of time has a chance.
So for now, I am tethered
to the fragment of my heart
that I tore out for you.

Although we have placed it in a shroud
and declared it dead,
the umbilical thrumming keeps me awake.
It does not desist;
the connection to that unwanted slab of meat.

It follows me,
to tangle me up. To haunt me.
It follows me.
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and I wrote this after.


(skeined, like a skein of fabric or thread)
(lost wisdom, / wisdom teeth / realising you've made a total freaking fool out of yourself and that you look fucking ridiculous. again.)
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~lizziestardust Feb 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
so beautifully written :heart:
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`KathrynODriscoll Feb 15, 2013  Student Writer
:D Gosh thank you lizzie!
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~Kazul9 Feb 9, 2013   Writer
Gorgeous. It has an ache that feels like it's ghosting around the inside of my head, even after I've read it.
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`KathrynODriscoll Feb 15, 2013  Student Writer
Nods, thats how it feels
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~Svartulf Feb 8, 2013   General Artist
Thank you for sharing your word craft. :)
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*PuzzledHeartBox Feb 7, 2013
Magnificent work, it has a haunting appeal to it.
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`KathrynODriscoll Feb 8, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you, thats what I was hoping for
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*0hgravity Feb 7, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I think what impresses me most about your writing is the way you convey feeling. You convey it so subtly well that I can't help feel whatever it is you're writing about. Even though I probably only feel a fraction of what is poured into the piece, it is still amazingly potent.

This piece is no exception.
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`KathrynODriscoll Feb 8, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you... you are just so sweet. (I am still feeling bad for ranting the other day). I really appreciate you
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*0hgravity Feb 8, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
you're welcome (I wish you wouldn't - I really liked that you were honest with me).
ah, thanks :D
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