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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.

hvirfilbylurin the morning i throb
against a lilac bruise
from the ache i've
carried for you

what if i said i wake up and i look at you
and your skin has not blackened
from disuse, has not paled from
neglect and still
i find perfection in the way
your arms hang like
a willow and the
arch of your back
and the width of
your ribs like a
marrow-cage
for me
what if i said i loved you?

Of ForestsPinecones are the skeletons of foetal trees.
They are the hopes, desires and dreams of a forest
reduced to the brittle, breakable bones under it all.
They are the unburied memories of loss.

scraps and sacramentsyou,
beautiful siren girl with melodies
entangled in her hair: you are
shell-shocked and sea-struck
even though you cannot stand
the sensation of sand beneath
your toes.

you have fingers for prying, picking,
pulling at your skin and nesting
in that hollow space between
your bones. and if anyone asks,
you will swear there are monsters
sleeping in the concaves of your ribs;
there are ghosts beneath your tongue,
embittered, and you are not the words
you speak.

they say there is an answer, little girl
(sometimes you begin to believe you are
a scarecrow on the border of reality
begging people to turn the other way;
and the mirror will agree)

deflourgod's
got a thing

for women in white dresses,

legs broken and
twisted

like the knot
of a dead man's
noose

Rocks in a Glass HouseAnd With Bloodshed...

We lost everything.

note 52i don't know how to properly
wrap my love: either
in words
or whips

This is nowWe stayed up all night talking about suicide and philosophy, and as the sun shrugged the night off, she said; "I know I'm still alive because when I inhale it tastes like glass". That was then.

And Away We GoAs everyone whispered condolences,

She crumbled.

After three yearsIts the laughter -
snatched between mornings,
or his blue, blue sheets

that is the yellow chalice, snickering
muffled love in the dimmed room
of his heartspace

that stitches a smile
in the nape of my neck,
trills good morning

the hand
that held the cheek, that joyful ghost

beside me, as I walk in the dark
morning of the street
.

Sweet Summer NightAll things glow
the pearl moon rises
crickets chirp their praise.

clockwork mechanicshis heart ticks on; his
clockwork fingers caress my
mechanical face

you are a beautiful and unique snowflakemy name is Tyler
and you are not special

and you are not special but you're so fucking special
and most everyone likes you and you are so strange

you kissed him and saw fireworks but the fireworks were a full few months before
and you look like a person but talk like a politician
and

my name is Tyler and we both work food service
I spit on the french fries
and you produce French food

preaching Higgs, Boston, some kind of murder scenario
saying you are the molten core of the earth

e Spivak e
oh,
oh,
the last time,
the last one,
the throw-up,
the real deal
the big man

the cheese

you are a beautiful and unique snowflake

Haiku IIreanimated husks
dancing in the moonlight;
alive once again.

SpringSummerEach night, an autumn-
Blossoms skydive suicide,
leaving branches bare.

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Haiku: Gone

by `KathrynODriscoll, Jan 14, 2013, 10:26:02 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Haiku & Eastern

_{The moonbreath exhales,
Skypaint blurs the horizon,
Stars go out. You're gone.}

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^NicSwaner challenged me to write a haiku with the prompt "Use these modified words in your haiku: "skypaint" "moonbreath"". This was the result.

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~noorelven Jan 29, 2013

beautiful! and sad!

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`KathrynODriscoll Feb 1, 2013 Student Writer

Nods, thanks!

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~noorelven Feb 2, 2013

welcome

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~Zevais Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist

The Starscream intakes
Darkswipe clears the dark sky
Brilliant Decepticons
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not my usual twist, but I couldn't help but put this one here

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`KathrynODriscoll Jan 16, 2013 Student Writer

This is lovely and sad

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~WinterLeave Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

beautiful!

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`KathrynODriscoll Jan 16, 2013 Student Writer

yay! Thank you. :]

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~WinterLeave Jan 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You're welcome

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~KuraiTenshiV Jan 14, 2013 Hobbyist

the result is good i likes

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`KathrynODriscoll Jan 16, 2013 Student Writer

Thank you!

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