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how to make love to a masochistHe never saw her smile.
She said she didn't know how.
He loved her.
She said she didn't believe in love.

He couldn't comprehend how she could say this.  Whenever he looked at her, whenever he thought of her, there was a surge of emotion in his head, in his heart. There was an overwhelming feeling that made him feel like a fish out of water, made him want to rip out his heart and give it to her on his knees to express his love.

He was afraid sometimes, that if he looked at her too long, she would burn his eyes out like the sun.
She was that brilliant.
He was afraid sometimes, that if he touched her, she would vanish at his finger-tip
Here, and everywhere"And when you leave us," you ask me, "where will we go to find you?"

When I'm gone, I will come back to you in a myriad of things. From my flesh there will be grass, from my bones there will be trees. I will be there in the earth, in the sunshine, in the sea. Countless grains of me will tango with the snowflakes in the wind, mingling with your hair, caressing your skin. The butterfly that grazed your fingertip, that is where I will be. The deer that escaped from the corner of your vision, that too was me. I will be at the edge of the sky and at the corners of the earth. Look, and you will find me here, there, and everywhere.

"But we call ou
i do, i do, i doi. on this bright day

i saw you
sitting alone
on the library steps
with a book open
and i quietly
said hello

ii. monsoon clouds

hover above us
and i hear a distant
crash of thunder, see
a flash of lightning
and i wonder at
the brightness

iii. you speak

with a voice
like cotton candy
that's so soft and sweet
i could close my eyes
and just listen to
you forever

iv. we watch

the sun go down
behind the hills and
you get down on one knee and
ask me a four-word question
and of course i'll cry
and say,

v. i do, i do, i do
DesireThe candle is lit,
and so it begins once again,
for the last time.

To sing the phrase
To speak the dialogue
To breathe the emotion

The desire strongly burns
with a flame that is hinted with
a dynamic sense of toil.

The notes pop off the page
Eying me, judging me

Brilliant yet haunting script
Divine yet tenebrous score
Pure intimidation but
nothing has touched me so.

Is it yours? No
Could it be? Yes

Flicker - Flicker goes the candle.
The flames lick me with a
crazed, devious feeling of wanting.

The piano begins,
ominous tunes hover
through the air, chilling spines.

Cracking notes exit my mouth.
The tunes, though reso
EidolonIf I missed the sun more fiercely -
If I forgot its face for a time -
'Twas only that I slumbered long, and well,
And the sun obliged.

I laid my pillow on the open eaves
Where sojourned moonless night;
I shared her silence, there, small and frail,
And the sun obliged.

I do not weep for hopes undreamt,
Nor dreams I held and lost in kind;
I weep that when I had no dream, I slept,
And the sun obliged.
WeaknessI found it.
It’s never been exposed,
and for a while now
I’ve doubted its
Existence
 
Raven hair blows
in nonexistent wind.
Eyes brighten with an
unfamiliar peace.
 
Sakura fall from
your illusionary tree.
You silently watch
and reach for them.
 
Were you real
and I an enemy,
this scene would
make for the perfect
Kill.
To YouI never noticed the stars until I gazed into your eyes.
You fill the empty canvas of my mind with rainbow worlds of supernatural glory.
You speak galaxies into existence when you move your mouth.
When your lips first touched mine, I swear that was the first instant I became alive.
When I first saw you cry I thought the world itself would collapse because of the weight of your tear.
I never noticed how beautiful nature was until I started using it to create poetry about you.
The ocean's relationship to the moon exists purely to describe the pull you have on my heart.
You are the bridge across the void, the healing ointment on my cuts, t
Burning.B – I really like you.
G – I'm not ready for that.
B – I'm sorry, I really can't help it.
G – Try.
B – Why?
G – Because a boy like you burnt my insides up
and the flames are still burning.
B – I can extinguish the flames for you, just give me the chance.
G – Will you take the time to repair all of my damages? Because
I don't think you're ready for that.
B – I'll rebuild everything in you and give you an
oceanfront view if that's what you want.
SinWe grow into adults
Some at young ages.
We acknowledge kindness
At much different stages.

We are given the choice
To choose our own path.
Raise children in happiness
Or raise them under our wrath?

Drugs, booze and denial
All considered a sin.
Parents caving in at the choice
To choke their tears in a bottle of gin.

Life goes around
And death knocks at our door
The road that we choose
Is not always what we beg for.
To DeathWith the withering storm,
the tulips grew
   -long and beautiful were the stems and petals.

Their mouths hungry,
like a bird in morning dew.

Red, yellow, orange and pink,
present the thinker with endless thought,
   -To leave a tulip
     is to love a friend,
     To pick a tulip,
     is to welcome death.

To the mountains the storm shall go,
and shall its gleaming eyes be spared.

 
SymbiosisApnoea reigns,
and love
is death in a mirror,
when a cold candle
lungs
for her burning breath,
and her fiery heart
strives
for his sacred chest.
Waxen tears bleed,
as immortality
breaks the mirror,
cursing them forever.
Sweet or SourThe crisp autumn air nipped at the noses of gallant children as they wandered throughout the reticent fields. Hands aimlessly searching for the faultless lump of cabbage whose thriving carcass lay dormant within the rows of vegetation.

A girl, no older than seventeen tugged at the edges of the rags she had draped about her shoulders in an attempt to warm her fragile frame. Her vibrant ginger locks swayed gently in the breeze that danced throughout the valley. Her emerald green irises were veiled by a slip of fabric tied firmly about her thin face; her hands digging at a mound of dirt surrounding the sole purpose for her being here.

"Evelyn.
To study or not to study?To study, or not to study: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The grades and criticisms of incapable markers,
Or to take my pen against a wave of questions,
And by completing end them? To study, to procrastinate -
No more - and by procrastinating to say we end
The headache and the writer's cramp
That  our hands are heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To study, to procrastinate;
To procrastinate: perchance to fail: ay, there's the rub;
For when we procrastinate, the failing grade creeps upon us
When we have shuffled into our exam room,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes
DreamsDreams

Chaste and swift is the tremendous desire,
Echoing in the vast spheres of your mind.
Mementos of pure agony and pleasure,
Giving the perfect exultation to your destination.

Run

Raising your hands at the confusion of a crowd,
Cursing at emptiness and fear, shelter of destruction.
Banishing the bearers of shadows
Growing, like the roots towards its beloved river.

Your tale

The land of sinful saints and sharp surrenders,
Giving life to the wonder of a delicious existence,
The price that will forever be yours,
The oasis of a long lost castaway.

Changes

As you make amend of what you left behind,
As the pain of the race vani
Mortality
Mortality

Living in my skin
It's like a severe drug addiction

It becomes lethal in the long run
It's a destruction that can't be undone

I am my own reaper
I am my own savior
-
A scythe is my cross
This blasphemy cannot be stopped

Only those with true despair
Can wield this type of fear

For those who are born in sorrow
Know how to deal with living so hollowed

I had to cast aside my weak point of view
Because there are no demons nor angels

I am my own villain
I am my own hero

Although my perceptions of light and dark
Mean nothing to my already tainted heart

I know reality is what it needs to be
I know there was no hope for someone like
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I would have touched the Sun

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I would have touched the Sun
With hands that never knew hard labor.
If it brought back the tender smile of a man.
That’s sweeter than the gleam of amber.

I would have crossed the sea and then the ocean
For a quick glimpse of lonesome eyes of his,
Those look at me with such a strange emotion
My heart is conquered and soul in his sovereignty.

I would have reached and grabbed a star
To brighten anguished nights for him.
When bitter moon leaves deepest scar,  
I’d chant away my hearted hymn.
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~redd093 Nov 9, 2012  Student Writer
Always a fan of the imagery XD But the 'on again off again' rhyme scheme kind of threw me off.
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*yankumie Nov 10, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
can you please tell me more about the things you didn't like?
i want to improve! and sadly, people don't criticize lately at all =//
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~redd093 Nov 11, 2012  Student Writer
You're preaching to the choir. -_-; Umm, I guess another thing that throws me off is grammar. There's quite a few spots where there are little mistakes. Nothing major, though.
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*yankumie Nov 11, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
like what kind mistakes?? sorry, curiosity strikes!))
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~redd093 Nov 11, 2012  Student Writer
--"For a quick glimpse of lonesome eyes of his," I think there should be 'those' in between 'of lonesome'.
--"My heart is conquered and soul in his sovereignty." It should be 'my soul' and 'is in his sovereignty'.
--"I would have reached and grabbed a star" It's not really a grammatical error, but I think it would sound better if it read 'I would have reached up and grabbed a star"
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*yankumie Nov 12, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
oh i understand now! i thought it was grammatically correct in poetry to skip things like IS and THOSE, because i've seen it done in poetry before.))
i will re-write!
thank you so much for you help! :D
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Mood: Adoration ~Sieg-fried Nov 6, 2012
this is kind of romantic...i like it
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