amaryllis.Naked ladies stand
with their pink petals up and
their tall, green stems down.

1 am fantasythe morning is totally black with frozen paint,

and

there is black-blue frost branching over her milky skin,
that creaks softly as it forms,

that runs like a helmet down her nose,
like curling tattoos around her eyes,
like inky fingers down her neck,

and she is hooked by sky-cold silver,
through her nose and eyebrow,
that tastes like ice when tongues run over it,
that tastes like the way the stars look,

and she would look at you like a star looks,
with something endless and sparking with ice,
with leather boots scuffed because she doesn't care,
with colorful shoe-laces and muscled arms,

and behind her back they flex,
they fill

DesiderationMy deepest wish,
my most powerful desire
is to place
my heart
in your hands
So that
when you'll walk away
I won't feel it shatter

Last Nightthe night was dark and the beady stars upon us
gazed so silvery sterling and white

the dancing sprites of elrond and amidala play out
their revolutionary dream in front of us
and we see with our minds clouded by
junipers

we watch and we recite
in view a humble vaudevillian veteran
and we steal away to our own dreams
but made safe by the cover of quilt and cotton

i steal a glimpse of the pastures in your eyes
but also the desire burning like the stars
but i brush it aside because
we're friends right?

yeah right

you knit your hands into the yarn of my hair
made messy by sleep
and in the cold of the night watching darkly
a brie

Elysian AutumnThese are
ginkgo days;
and we,
autumnling,
Arcadian
asphodel,
blooming
away from
the sandals
of shepherds,
who trample;
myrtling victors
and wreathing
the walls of
sea-lucked caves,
Arachne-webbed
and dew-bedecked,
where
jewel-rosetted
nymphs make
play;

and is it because
you are not
quite as
gentle
as me
that I
fear and despair?
chastity chaos
but never was
one so
considerately
fair;

it's simple
to love when
you're watching
the world with
such grace
from a place
in the
grass by
a lake far
away.

Grating RaspsIt courses and winds like air through veins,
Falls languidly through space, red as wax, drips
From barren branches full with leaves,
From sighs and outstretched fingertips.

It howls in silver song from the moon-top
Grips like ice and as ice does, lets go.
Stars and hollowness gently fall,
As it's all that nothingness will ever know.

It shudders and shatters in scarlet decay,
Breaks like waves of unblemished sound,
Until scattering, piece by crystalline piece
To the dusty, earth caked, green-strewn ground.

It leaves forms laying in beds of growth,
Traces rivers through rock before treading back.
It resonates through choking and g

Vishnu Dreams of Marilyn MonroeIn cities of ashen shine you pucker lips
too lush to be anything but bridges.

Winding through windows
the wind chimes slowly,
mingles the threads of your brown hair
with the voice of horses wild, unseen,

brought from the steppes of common place heaven
to the machination of light that surrounds you,
city dwelling fox of the fiery tome
of unreason.

In this catastrophic miracle that is my dream,
in this cosmic clutter of symbols
and names

where the histories are meaningless
and bones turn to stone
and stones fly,
launched from the small hands of children;
in this reckless melody first heard
so many dreams ago, this compositi

Flower FishWritten after Harrison
(George Harrison Ford)

His eyes are like a red ring of tiny blossoms
springing from patterned navy beds.
With a sharp twist through the water he fans out behind him
a bouquet of tall violet fronds,
a forest, a ballooning flamenco skirt
tapering white at the edges.
It is hard to tell where the tail ends and the fish starts,
like an enhancement attached all around his body
crowning him,
he is so much lesser without the tail,
so much smaller, just a blue-black comma.
Motionless, suspended in the water with
tissue-paper fins undulating,
he might as well have earned his place beside the
stolid shot glass

Stephanie - Collab(I wrote us in free verse over every inch
of your tattered surface ).

you were the beatific grin
of a kindergartener high off oxygen,
mouth stretched wide as the entrance to hell,
black tongue bleeding virtuous sin like ichor.

(You taught me praying was for the weak
as I fell for your gypsum nails,
white teeth scrabbling over my chalkboard frame).

scribbled flesh tells no love story
but three layers of skin
worn thin along the length of our feverish bones.

(Garden flowers tucked away worms and dirt,
my ribs hoarded misspellings of my mother's name).

dipping your origami limbs into my ink

Holiday Tableau IITwilight flits across
the day, warning way-
ward children it is
time to scurry home.
The sun dips, modest,
as the stars twirl in

apprehension of
the moon's arrival.
Chimneys softly sigh
as families gather
by the fireside,
where flames dance across

fresh-adorned twinkle
lights and in bright eyes.
There is a silence
in the sugary-
cinnamon air that
calms long-labored nerves

and lifts worlds off the
tops of shoulders; Homes
exude warmth, other-
wise unaccounted.
This, the holiday
glow, romanticized

and yet untarnished.
Pour another glass
of eggnog and sing
another song of
yule tide cheer - I wont
be disenchanted.

AsphodelAsphodel: flower of the underworld

I drank from the river and forgot everything,
I don't even remember I'm dead,
Worthless, I never did anything,
Never fought, Never killed, Never bled.

Nothing like
Achilles, the brave
and the damned

I don't even remember I'm dead,
Left as a repeating shadow,
Never fought, never killed never bled,
No Elysium fields, just the Asphodel Meadow

Brave and Damned,
Leonidas, he
spit on me.

Left as a repeating shadow ,
worthless, I never did anything,
No Elysium Fields, just the Asphodel Meadow
I drank from the river and forgot everything.

The Witch's Admirers Simple etiquette
edict
eve
Simple breath
and simple needs
poisoned
so sweetly
so neatly
displaced
would never
ever
letter
for another space to be.
Dreams, softly
but fruit is costly
and bones are far from rot.
Why do you burn me,
for perils I have with fraught?

(~ frightened by the powers, that we have not ~)

underthis delirium is like
a kiss: momentary,
placid,
and perhaps insidious.

dreams stretch their watery
fingers, listless
and profound, over these
reflections—

they twine in my hair,
thread between my fingers
(like flowers, or maybe hope),
and drench my skirts
with lost longing.

look, pre-Raphaelites, Elizabethans,
Victorian women of all ages:
this is what comes
of daring to desire.

stars burst before my eyes,
flowers sprout
in my lungs,
the last ray of light has gone
and my world is black
and blue.

I am gorged and oversoaked
with sleep.

ScornHer restless heart cries, Love! I am here to be found,
Everywhere - here - following voices of all in Greece,
Yet from her mouth, there is no sound.

A fair nymph's merry voice once rung from sky to ground,
Until the cerulean-eyed Queen gave it cruel release –
Her restless heart cries, Love! I am here to be found.

And vainly she, swift of wind, silent of voice, follows round
Her beloved, who scorns her with lips of cerise –
Yet from her mouth there is no sound.

The wind carries her silent lament, for he himself is bound
To one who wears his scornful azure eyes and vain fleece;
Her restless heart cries, Love! I am

I Have Always Loved WinterI have always loved winter
With its caressing touch of icy-bright fingers
That stroke past my flesh with a tingle that lingers
A crystalline splinter
I have always loved winter

She was constantly cold
Her skin was of porcelain, her hands were of snow
And timidly soft into my hands they’d go
But her lips were more bold
She was constantly cold

Like embers her kisses
That latched onto mine like a coal hotly dropping
Down fast onto ice sheets without sign of stopping
And sputters and hisses
Like embers her kisses

But I liked the cold best
That bit of her most like a clear, frozen shard
And it pleased me to see her grow palli

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to the God he says is real.
He needs to talk he says,
to bring up an appeal.

Silence.

He begs and pleads and yells
for someone to answer him.
He does it for sooo long.,
Even after his eyes grow dim.

Silence.

His bones now creak,
His heart grows worse,
His cancer spreads,
Nature runs it's course.

Silence

He cries out once more
To a God who isn't there.
He falls to his knees,
and takes one last breath of air.

Silence.

There AgainIt breaks my heart
To look at you,
And to know how much you've changed.
I can't deal with the emotions and images,
That flood into my mind
When someone mentions your name.
I want to hate you,
To walk away and never look back.
But the Love that I still hold inside
Prevents me from doing that.
The only thing that I've ever wanted
Is that you would always be happy.
But this broken road you've chosen
doesn't seem to have left you full of joy.
It hurts so much,
To watch you throw your life away.
But it hurts more to know
That I am helpess to do anything at all,
and to think you were so innocent.
But Now I know:
That I was Blin

Am I A Fool?The fools dream of what they cannot have.
The old man knows when his time has come.
The rich man sees,
His glory being stripped away.
Why then can I not see a way to let her know
That i still care, That I still love her,
For if I try and fail,
Then all is lost and hope fades away.
So am I a fool?
To love and Hope,
For what may never come?
Or am I a nobler man because of this?
To believe in something
and have it come to pass?
I wish to know when my time has come,
That I may prepare to die as I have lived,
The fools life,
But that I may be rewarded With nothing more
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by ~MozartsNemesis, Nov 28, 2012, 10:47:33 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

1.
Tears stream down your face
like holy water, searing skin,
blessed by old, forgotten truths
and cheeks of rosy porcelain.

Solitary thoughts stand out,
like winter's barren trees.
Tainted with corruption by
the cyst of your deficiencies

and the tumor of your discontents,
(I don't care to excise them by name.)
Sarcoma to sarcophagus,
they're buried much the same.

For what you cannot bear to say
is swallowed by the dark
and swampy waters of your soul,
ignored, to leave their mark.

2.
Tears crowd in your eyes and threaten
quick to stain your cheek.
Pure emotion, unresolved,
exhausts your will to speak.

Serene smile lifts the hopes
of those who stand beside you.
Happiness that knows no bounds,
at last explodes inside you.

The corners of your starry eyes
lend proof to outward signs
of joy that comes in rivulets
and leaves in salty lines.

No matter what the reason be
that cause your eyes to swell,
there is a sacredness in tears
that each of us know well.

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~ravingroshie Apr 24, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Such a joy to read, rhythm is fantastic and so is the rhyme. I would take a few words out so the syllables are the same because I'm an annoying perfectionist haha. This is pure genius though

~MozartsNemesis Apr 24, 2013

Thank you so much. I'll read back through it, and try to figure out where it doesnt quite fit so well.

*LaColombeDeDeuil Jan 13, 2013 Professional General Artist

tears are the wishes our hearts have made that the angels hear and are for joy in the fulfillment thereof or for sadness in the lack of its granting - precious they are - so much so that it says He knows the count of them and captures them up. salt-water reminders of the first time the heavens cried for so long all was covered. then made new and fresh, sweet smelling and blessed. tears are not a sign of weakness in a man to me, they are a sign he is so sure of his manhood he does not deny his humanity. you are amazing Jake.

always,
katti

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Thank you so much!

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*Parsat Nov 29, 2012 Student Writer

And apologies for the double post, but I believe in the last line, "knows" is the proper verb form instead of "know."

*Parsat Nov 29, 2012 Student Writer

This was a wonderful work of art! You blend emotion and imagery, allusion and illusion in the perfect amounts.

*intricately-ordinary Nov 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is so beautiful.
I mean, it took my breath away on my first read through.

I don't often incorporate rhyme schemes into my poems, but it worked perfectly for this. Your imagery is spectacular, especially in that gripping first stanza.
"and the tumor of your discontents,
(I don't care to excise them by name.)
Sarcoma to sarcophagus,
they're buried much the same."
I love the harsh truth presented in this stanza.

And, even more so, I love the beautiful message that resolved it. It ends so wonderfully, I love the quote you include in your description. You present such a positive and heartwarming idea without sounding the least bit campy or cliched, which is a talent I am entirely jealous of.

I think that's such a lovely state of mind and it's written in such a natural, touching way.
I wish I could fave this multiple times.

~MozartsNemesis Nov 28, 2012

Thank you so much for such kindness. I find it..striking that you were able to pull the lines from this which I used to center the whole poem around. the last two lines of that stanza have been echoing through my head for days. I'm glad I came across as genuine rather than corny.. I worry about that sometimes, because often as poet.. it is hard to find multiple ways to express the same idea, or capture the same emotion. Again, thank you for the fave, and for commenting so kindly.. it makes it worthwhile to have lived through those tears if their end product can touch even one person.

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