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a ratio of freckles to starsvirginia,

you are floating away in
every direction:

a universe
of sunlight & marrow bones
i want to know

your touch
had vertigo then--
a certain horse sadness

i remember how you
would swallow the stars:
watch them glow through your cheeks

(no one told you
what they thought of light & dying
of being a constellation
drawn across your face)

you are the milky way:
a firefly drowning

but i will trail you--
hold your coat above the water

(a star
exploding a million miles away
with a number for a name)

This is my girlfriend.This is my girlfriend.
I found her all on my own.
She’s little,
And broken.
But still good.
Yeah,
Still good.

cool breeze across sultry skinorange morning
riverside
in the wind
reeds bend
like backs
yours arches
like a bridge
in my breath
and my two lips cross
your soft skin connection
to reach the end
the heartland
open and waiting for me

There isThere is;

Joy in your laughter, music in your voice
Dance in your step, confidence in your stride
Pride in your heart, tranquility in your mind
Sweetness in your smile, fierceness in your eyes
Comfort in your presence, tenderness in your embrace

Nothing quite compares

CountermelodiesWhen it begins,
it’s like discovering
the decadence of music.
Perhaps your breath hitches
on the cello carrying the countermelody.
It reminds you of their voice,
as they warm spices in the kitchen
and you’d wrap your arms around them from behind,
like the horns come up from under
and saturate the harmony.
Their body feels familiar in all different ways,
a second listen granted to a beautiful movement.

You can’t tell them you repeat
the first song they showed you
because it smells like their skin
If you listen close enough.
And they can’t tell you that
they try to harmonize with your
speaking voice on the phone

A Lack of EloquenceYou told me you wanted to be a writer someday
And I couldn't help but wonder if you'd ever written about me
I went home and tried to write something beautiful about you
But I couldn't find the words
I don't know how to describe the kindness in your eyes
Or the way your voice sends shivers down my spine
Or how you linger in my dreams at night
No matter how I string my words together
They never quite seem to do you justice
You must forgive me for my lack of eloquence
And understand all the things I'm trying to tell you
When at last, for all my trying, the only words I have are these:
"I love you, I love you, I love you"

You are a bittersweet beauty with hips that lie.Do I crave you because I crave a intense muse?

Poetry flows from my lips.

My heart bruises,

soul feels ripped.

I still want you.

I don’t need you.

I want you.

I want your flesh upon mine.

Whiskey lips and hips that don’t lie.

Bone against bone.

My body is my home.

Experience the bittersweet beauty.

A Particularly Cold NightPouring through the thin glass,
Chilling breaths of autumn waltz about silver curtain…
Invading like tides over a smooth river bed.
It contrasts…
The beauty of frigid air
Elegant spirits dancing about the room
Coated the warmth of her embrace.
As Ticking notions evade
And blackness haunts this vessel,
My heart sinks within her
Plunging deeper into the spectral night.

BeautySmiling into the sunshine I go,
the warm rays on my face as I walk.
The world around me is vibrant,
every color rushing to meet my gaze.
The world seems as if it is waiting for me,
opening its beauty to my eyes.
A drop of water touches my face,
from the sky they fall,
bringing out new color and life.
I sit in the rain as around me it falls.
I would try to find the most beautiful things,
but you are the most beautiful thing of all.

It hurtIt hurt you know,
Falling for you.

I felt very bump and bang,
Every bruise and break.
I tried to hold on,
I tried to slow down,
I tried to stop.
But it was inevitable.
Gravity was too much,
It kept pulling me down
To you.

And when I landed,
When I hit the ground
At your feet
I could barely breathe.
It was too much
For anyone to handle
Let alone me.

But I watched you reach down,
And felt you pick me up.
You gathered together
All my broken pieces
And worked for days
Making me whole again.

It took time
But I finally realised
That for me to fall down to you
Meant that you
Had fallen too.

So once I was rebuilt
I searched for your missing p

Eternal LoveI never thought this day would come so soon.
And yet I always knew it was to come.
For we are nothing but another side of each other.
For all those years we were two sides of a single coin,
Spinning round and round but never facing one another, never meeting.
But those days have passed. We have joined in more ways than one.
And now we complete each other, black and white, white and black…
Different but the same. We will always continue to fly under the same sky.
Together. Nothing else matters but the connection we share.
This connection which binds us, it runs through our veins, through our blood, long before we ever met.
Eternal. Like the symbols that matched our colours and understood our souls.

Dancing with the Fairies EnglandxReader

Emerald leaves, orange light,
Swaying bluebells, pink clouds,
Rustling trees, calling birds,
In the stillness of the forest.

We wandered from the gravel path,
Careful where we trod,
Not to crush the innocent flowers,
That tinted a fine fragrance.

Past the great oak,
Beyond the pine and beech,
Our fingers entwined together,
My hand locked safely in his.

Great gorges and steep cliffs,
We passed before an opening,
Where light shone through gracefully,
Catching on mysterious forms.

The rosebay willowherb seeds
Floated and waltzed effortlessly
Through the air and caugh

let's play pretendplease hold me close and keep your eyes shut
i'll become the girl who broke your heart
and you'll be the boy who broke mine

ThiefCant you see she's a thief?
She stole your heart
And your breath
Now she's stealing your last name.

FrostBeneath saw-dust skies
You unfurl
Like the petals
Of distant and haunted gardens,
That are never quite real.

When the sun climbs
Down
And through the slats of my sister’s apartment window,
I claw at the fake mink bed-spread,
Watch dust particles come to rest.

I fall asleep and
You visit me
In my dreamscapes,
Your soul in a strange, alien-animal:
I know it’s you,
With a body full of
Warmth and
Soft love.

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Breath,

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Just breath.

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The Vampires Rose

by *AutumsMoon, Jan 31, 2013, 11:45:48 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

The final count down, soon it'll be my time,

My only thoughts are of you, my rose...

Oh promises, promises that were left behind.

Thoughts of a life, a love, a tragic time.

Instead of the sun, I was granted the night

I moved with the moon,

denied by the light.

Oh promises, promise of a forgotten song,

You once sang to me,

In a time I once was in love.

The rose it beats red

Like your heart I knew,

In a time, a tragic time, I loved you.

I took a chance, your warmth I felt,

The beating heart in your chest,

The graceful pace of your breath,

The very spark of your soul,

Illuminating my world, granting me light, my very own to hold.

Your eyes how they told, every story of my soul,

I couldn't forget them if I could.

“Steady” you said, the rose so red “For I have wept many times by hansom men”

I would mend her heart, be true in the end.

Little did I know, it was your blood that would stain my hands,

Now I weep, within this dungeon cell,

The cold floor beneath me,

My own personal hell.

Oh promises, promises of song long forgotten,

Of the life, the love, the tragic time,

When I found you, my love, my wife.

The count down begins, the moment of the end.

A paradise lost, the end of a dream.

Here I'll die by filthy hands,

My only salvation is hope,

Hope I will find you, again.

The Vampires Roseby *AutumsMoon

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

I'm not much of a writer, but I do like to write poetry from time to time as another form of expression. I hope everyone enjoys this little poetic story : )

~jesseka711 Feb 12, 2013

Yay you posted this here

This seems like a very fitting poem to go into your story as well. Kind of reminds me of Dante and Celine I think it was except with some minor differences Dante didn't kill her but in a way doomed her to lose her abilities. While Celine was ultimately the doom of Dante his death on her hands and by her living she is doomed to live with the memories of that day... something like that =] You do have a knack for poetry and story telling.

*AutumsMoon Feb 12, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

I had fun writing this. It was different to write from a males point of view. Most of
It was inspired by zak because of how he feels. Then theres a little of my story : )

~ForMyMuse Jan 31, 2013

Not bad at all!
You definitely have a knack for writing!

*AutumsMoon Feb 2, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

Thank you! : D

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