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BuriedUnder the paprika house,
are the bones of my father
and nestled between rib
and reason, is our love.
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
Undying LoveShe screams, pain holding her, hands holding her hair and pulling tight, each strand reins to her conscious will. The drugs running through her system become a geas, an imposition stemming from the necessity in her soul.

The tetter barked and shouted it's way down her arms, her misery congealing in her wrists and at her throat, forming a lump that pressed down weightily on her trachea until clawing a breath in was more effort than she had energy for. She choked on a sob and the angular bite of the sound released some of the tension. She fell.

The beige, tiled floor rose to greet her decrepit, falling form. Undone, as if a string on her soul
AfterIt 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.
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.
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
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.
Thy lips are warmOf all the words that mouth at love
and soften it with tongue and tooth
None will ever justify this breakage.
Never will there be diction enough
To make a heart salve, or tears unwept.

There will never be a word of woe
That suits to the shape of the thing.
Though many mouths may speak
of love and all her many expressions
airs, graces and confabulations.

None will correlate the meaning truly
how I loved for him, and he not for me.
40810If only you were soulless.
If you were mindless, blind,
you and I could make a beautiful disaster.
The press would write of our brief affair;
they'd paint me (the woman in red) as pathetic.
They will not consider how I need your love
or how it pains me so deeply to throw myself at you.
I will not be remembered as a poet warrior.
I'll be the eternal survivor no more.
All who think of me will shake their bowed heads
and tearfully remark;
 If only you were soulless.
 If you were mindless, blind,
 You wouldn't have been such a bloody disaster.
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
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
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
Rock BottomThey say a rolling stone gathers no moss,
so when I shudder to a halt
The rocks in my feet continue to grind.
I feel the sand in my lungs
and the regretful mist silting in my heart
as the waves come back in
reaching eagerly for my legs, spooling, churning
over me. Rooted in my misery.
I know the rocks in my feet will help me drown.
MatterIt is only a matter of time
until the stone lays down with the sheep
and sleeps.
Rested firmly above the holes
where our eyes used to be.

It is only a matter of matter
until epitaph and eulogy diminish to dust
and sleep
becomes the eternal home,
not where our souls used to be.

It is only a matter of fact
that our words will become reductionist, redundant,
and sleepily
the world will forget
where our words used to be.
Star-writHear me read it!

It is nebulonic fate that we should dance
together in this burning bald ballroom
as the flames lick up the sepiatic walls
and drip curled paper down upon us.

It is our right to spin each other here
in the torrentous reign of flames and ash
as the chandelier, already hanging,
spits and sparks at us, trying to take us too;

and as everything we ever loved or cherished
in porcelain veneer or hand-crafted sycamore
crumbles to a close, still the thought remains-
that it is our star-writ fate to dance on.
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In absence of a poem.

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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 words can't tell you how I love you -
I hope my silence will tell you instead.

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In absence of a poem.by `KathrynODriscoll

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This absence of a poem is in absence of a valentine. I created it purposefully for some people here on DA who have helped me through really terrible times. I will never be able to thank them, they will never truly understand how in my mind, all the hope and courage I have is in their accents and dialects. They are that voice in my mind telling me to hold on. They are the ones fighting my dark thoughts and sadness in my head, not me... and I'll never be able to thank them enough for that. But maybe the fact that I, who loves words so much, cannot find the words will be enough to show them how deeply I mean it when I say thank you. Even if our friendship is past tense I will never forget it, and even if we are newly friends you are only here if you have truly done something that has helped me get through a dark time, be it an hour, a day, a week, a year or a minute. So thanks.

Also, I know I suck at rhyming, but its Valentines day. I think rhyming is a law or something. so I tried. SHUDDUP.

If you aren't listed below then instead of faving this terrible terrible poem why not go check one of them out and fave something of theirs? <3

To the ever-loved, `dreamsinstatic, `LadyLincoln, `leoraigarath, ~DamirSoull, ~ARIrish, =Evil-e33, `2dazed, `PurpelBlur, ~KuraiTenshiV, ~saturninesweetness, ~yavorh, ~WingsOfTears, ~Zevais, ~kurai-taka, =Sammur-amat, ~OuroborosRagnarok, ~Story-of-a-Mind, =TwilightPoetess, `ATrue, ~Konjuku, =TheGalleryOfEve, =LadyofGaerdon, *TheAutumnCrocus, *0hgravity, $fourteenthstar, ~Mattiello, *GregoryDelve, ~Patchwork-Poet, ~DreamsSetOnMute, ~Alannavich, `scarletwave and `Helewidis
©2013 `KathrynODriscoll
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=Sammur-amat Apr 9, 2013   General Artist
Hello there, dear heart. :huggle:
I've used this piece's title in my title poem over HERE: [link] :la:
I hope you enjoy the read! :love:
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~Soul-Daemon Mar 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
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`KathrynODriscoll Mar 22, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you!: }
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Mood: Love ~me-molester Feb 24, 2013  Professional Filmographer
so beautiful! absolutely superb!:+favlove:
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`KathrynODriscoll Feb 24, 2013  Student Writer
Gosh, thank you !
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~Vagabond24-7 Feb 19, 2013
You get a favourite anyway :heart:
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`KathrynODriscoll Feb 21, 2013  Student Writer
:giggle: well thank you
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~shehrozeameen Feb 15, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
there's honestly more to this poem that meets the eye. Even with the rhyming.

Heck, the rhyming here would definitely have something more than just... as is (which in my opinion is good - you should write rhyming poetry whenever you can manage - you honestly aren't half that bad).
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`KathrynODriscoll Feb 16, 2013  Student Writer
Aw, thank you! :giggle:
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~shehrozeameen Feb 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Your welcome :)
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