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A love letter to my devotedHear me read it!

A touch without invasion.
That ever elusive exhale of love in the skies.

The quiet stateliness
of fingers searching palms
He held my hand.

A kiss without allusion.
The constant thrum of light specks chasing sun rise.

The tenderest smile
of knowing, to be known.
She held my heart.

The patient sun without intrusion
Lit the world aflame through devotion in their eyes.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The EditorMakeshift by the lake,
I watched you finish my sentence
- Hastily retracting the bitterness
and editing out
my overstated meaning.

A fly serenaded you,
As you derooted the root,
- Deflowered the bud
and edited out
every semblance of a meaning.

I allowed it, in the summer haze.
For you to slather me
- In someone elses
typewriter ribbons
soaked in someone elses feeling.

But when you slept at last
I arose, painted bleach by your tongue
- Shook off your petty rules
and crossing outs
and ran away, free - and feeling.

KissingMy lips are still fresh
from our fevered kisses,
even after they slowed
to a steady flutter;
matching our erratic heartbeats.

My lips are still raw
with the urge to kiss again.

ParchmentI speared you with a   black-ink pen.
I tried to balance    the weight
of our weare-worn shoulders.
Tried to counter   it with beauty
and hopefulness , with my hopes,
persistence &   with my dark love.
They came to see it in hundreds,
Droves, of   similarly seeking
hope and a reason to continue.
Reasons to love, even when it
hurts. Reasons to try when the
vast weight of differences 'tween
us can't be fixed by adding
a single strike of strength
through the middle. Our love
wasn't strong enough for poetry
to save. It crum

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.

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.

Mother EarthMy body is the earth;
See how under this bruise
A seed of malcontent sleeps.
See what grows out of each pore
As the pain pours over again.
There is rust in my fingerbeds
That poisons the roots
Of all good that hopes to grow here.
I am the convulsing, revolution
of the convoluted Earth...
I am the tectonic blades that clash
and shout when I curl up and hide.
You will feel me when I tremble,
and fear me when I explode
for under the magmanimous skin
There burns a core of hate
That can't be marred by human hand.

My FavouriteShe is my favourite.
No siren song marks me deeper.
There is nowt but dust between us.

She is the herald of my thoughts,
The anthem of my days
She knows all my knowings well.

She is tense and bitter
when I must wear my Brave Face.
She weeps when I may not.

She pours her secrets, vermillion,
From ink to blotted page
So I may toss them aside, and breathe.

She is my favourite,
She who unmarvels me marvellously.
She who whispers in my tongue.

Cluck Thiswhen circadias begin to float
upturned on a stagnated river
and you yourself are heart down
with your crest fallen about you
then look for the end in me.

when closing your eyes brings light
and the sun kisses carrion
with your heart clucking openly
about some misdeed, some old seed,
of misfortune from its past - then

then, look for the end in me.

The GhostAlright, I'll bite.
I'll squirm and fold myself over
as a swelling of dough
pats down into itself;
hunkering down for the night.
I know when to fold
and when to hold; so I'll wait.

Wait while you leave me
packing up the uncomfortable
furniture in my mind.
I'll bubble wrap my dreams
and hold my breath in storage
and leave myself hollow
with only the echo of us inside.

You have me on the hook
So it's alright to let me wriggle
and slip through the carrion;
the wrecked remains of
my maggotous life.
I can't help but drop my head,
lose my pride, wait for death.

Maybe heads will roll
onto happily waiting Guillotine
and depart me from my troub

Something BorrowedHear me read it

In the back of my mind I am sure I was remembering the discussion we had had a few days previous, wondering whether or not I should see her that morning. Somewhere in my mind I am sure there was a logical and rational thought but if there was, I didn't hear it.

I stepped into the room and was greeted by a rush of perfume, the heart wrenching scent of roses that seemed to cover every surface of the broad mahoghany table in front of me. I didn't see them, she turned as I came in and her eyes were alight with fire and for one beautiful moment everything was a fairytale, I gazed without censorship at my beautiful princess. We ha

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There was a reason after all.

there's a reason why
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(who actually would bother)

there's a reason why
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by `KathrynODriscoll, Dec 22, 2012, 5:26:42 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Hear me read it

I splashed black ink onto your spine;
unintentional as I frenzied and fawned
to try and catch the elusive thought.

You patiently waited for me to return
out of breath and triumphant with my trophy.
We hung it on wood next to the elk.

In my haste to write of the love of you,
I'd written in you. I'd marked you as mine,
as my words intoxicated your weak heart.

The ink had permeated your flesh, your blood,
until it silted, deep inside you,
a permanent, unedited, tattoo of our love.

Tattooby `KathrynODriscoll

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©2012-2013 `KathrynODriscoll

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*lombregrise Jan 28, 2013 Professional Writer

very nice - and good reading // thx for the share

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`KathrynODriscoll Feb 1, 2013 Student Writer

Thanks for reading and listening ! hehe

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!PyrianAssassin Dec 30, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Oh my god I've never read something so eloquent since third grade!

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`KathrynODriscoll Dec 30, 2012 Student Writer

Laughs, not sure if thats a compliment or not, but either way, hi!

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!PyrianAssassin Dec 31, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

It is a compliment.

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`KathrynODriscoll Jan 1, 2013 Student Writer

Thanks then! Haha. Sorry, in England we don't have third grade so it could have meant anything!

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!PyrianAssassin Jan 2, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Oh sorry for confusing you!

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`KathrynODriscoll Jan 3, 2013 Student Writer

No worries!

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~Ashes-and-Snowflakes Dec 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Very inspiring. I haven't read something this good in a long time.

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