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say cheeseHow can you manufacture emotion?

You can't.

Such a bold statement. Look capital letter. Punctuation.

Must be true.

[i smile everyday for you, it kills me, every day, just a little bit more of me, falls to the floor, and i step on it]

whe n i fal li t coul d stil l happe n

i t coul d stil l happe n

mayb e
mayb e
i t
coul d

i a m stuc k u p dow n o n i t
dow n o n i t
i surrende r gladl y fo r
i kno w thi s
glidin g
familiarit y - famil y - hear t hear t

collapsin g i n o n i t itsel f
bea t
bea t
beatin g int o m e
i a m s o sur e
s o unsur e

o f i t o f i t al l

ca n yo u hel p m e
hel p mysel f
i t i s abou t t o happe n
an y da y no w
i ca n jus t fee l i t
lik e electricit y
i n th e ai r
pulsin g throug h th e
liqui d t o m y lip s
i a m echoin g i n
thes e hallway s o f
tremblin g lightl y gentl y quietl y

i wa s s o sur e unsur e
i wa s s o unsur

-truth-will you meet me in the spaces
between our fingers

become tiny
atom-like

indivisible, but one

(and all the smaller pieces
that don't matter)

trade electrons

become
heavier
elements

----

a hollow note
crawls up
my throat

when you
depart

----

twenty minutes to dawn
(i know this because we've been here before)
in this moment, and this thing of arms and arms entwined, called embrace
this moment on soft notsosoft ground sheets

this look

it's the same
and in this moment

this moment is again

----

and your voices
singing as the past
ricocheting off
ceilings and walls
that do not house me
anymore, i hear you
strum af

in the future. nowi cannot tell
whether or not
it's the weather
or my toes are
cold for other
reasons

--

your thoughts
are like
an avalanche
melting
on top of me
like all the
oceans and all
the seas
inundating me
with backwash
and dead things
and oil spills
and a need
to drown

--

it is only a romantic notion
a dream for a higher purpose
special things that seperate

--

there was something worth it
up there, you told me

--

no one would ever think to look for me
there
(i too, deserve the sun, sometimes, sometimes)

--

you asked never
you asked
you asked never to
never
never to
never
never to sing
you asked never
never t

If you keep your eyes closedI start, but I begin to faulter
catching myself on cliffs of wind chapped lips
gnawing uncertainty with white spears

(oh native tongue)
what's spinning you?

The bastard child that thinks I'm a yo-yo.

I begin again, only to fall into
the same too big for you shoes, same glazed (aspartame laced) over smile,
and you. you are... a

indefatigablewhy is it that you always realise too late
'too late'
and yet what is that exactly?
it isnt understanding, changing yourself to fit someone else's predisposition for thoughts of you
to be same
to marry into someone else's mould
and pretty fucking picture

it is a tiny lie breathed in through tigering breaths
i can't change myself in order for others to 'make' me shake me happy

-

i am much better aren't i when i don't speak
it lets an impression last
doesn't sully memory

--

i want understanding
i i wont get it
i know
i know
it ' s drowning in dreams again
it is letting mellifluous memories drown me in their sticky sweet e

i just want to drift intoinsignificance really
stopping
changing
carrying forth another
episode
ick
glimpse of
glance
over
here
and
it
all
just
disappears

dis- appears ?
how about just not appearing at all
non-appearing
fruitless
ca(k)re
less
much less
than
this

strung along an inconsistent song
struggling for a moment's piece of sentiment
struck by the inability to peace it all together

am
i am
you are
we all are
are all
just
we

another another person's triangle

a shaved head of dots to plan a map of your life

dot one, breathe
dot two, eat
dot three, drink
dot four, shit
dot five, fuck
dot six, find more eloquent ways in

say nomythical heroine
i could never be
im stuck on the way tongues feel on my neck
teeth biting my
hurried breaths loud in my ears, warm

that rising flutter
coy toyings of fingers

appendages coalescing
touches
caresses

flinging downings
fervour is a word i love on my lips
i love it on my lips
your lips
mine

a disguised notion
diffusing into pivotal emotion
i cant seem to condone this swinging back and forthing
yet it doesnt matter
does it
does it
does it

n e v e r f o r g e tI'll n e v e r f o r g e t that
one
kiss in October
kiss .
kiss .
.

when you b u r r o wed into
this lust forbade
these lips i craved

to to - uch mine to.

the silent eye watch
tongue on thumb
(y) as i (o) curled around (u)

the nuances
of your breathing
as my breathing matches yours

and these f i ll ings of my senses
as i breathe you in the more

when it comes to
i cant touch you

enoughtonotignore

oh alwaysyears from now months from now days from now hours from now minutes from now seconds from now there will be not a trace of you left on my skin not a trace of your ghost finger tracings through my hair none of your breath in mine as i sleep not a drop of your spit on my tongue not a thumb print of yours on my lip telling me to quiet there will not be the warmth of your arms around me there will not be the magnetism of your eyes diving into mine minutes from now seconds from now there will be none of your voice in my ears as i hear it months from now years from now there will be not a trace of you in my vernacular hours from now there will not

holehurtedlysurrendering under an eclipse of you

s erenely              [so]
u nassumingly        [(yo)u]
a ppearing             [are]
e ternally             [ever]
o bliging                 [only]
y ou                      [yourself]

y ou                           [you]
o bliquely               [only]
e nter                       [ever]
a n                       [assign]
u nderstanding         [unbelievable]
s entiment               [spies]

        p
        a
        r          m
        t          y
        i e  a  s
        c  v  p  t
        i   o  p  e
        p  k  r   r
s  u   a e  o y
u  n   t  s  p
r  w   i      r

pleasance: an un-i am lost in this vale of i's
this trudging through of whys

memories
and
forget-mes
(nots)
knots in my
as i

why

in an all the same melting down of a couple of jumbled letters and a you

mosaicand we'll go on living our lives
and we'll go in pretending
and we'll go out ignoring
the truths we never face

and we'll go on dying inside
and we'll go on exchanging
this for that, and every other else
to try and substitute

and we'll go on living our lives
and we'll go on living
and we'll go
and

we'll go on living our lives
dying inside

because the best parts are always broken
because the best ones are always shattered

and you can never fix what was never whole

Hiss Kiss excuse me i said
excuse me, fucking me

i not want
want not i
dont
i dont want to curtsy for you any more

a r a gg e d lipped derisive smile
decision on elusion
cant quite comprehend the why

suppose it isnt so
and we traipse forth and back hallways of combed straight lines

jigging the jogging of same same

no.

i wouldnt have it
yet i do, f

Cloudy DaysIf you could wipe the clouds from my sky
I would never ask you to
We all need rain sometimes
Even when we miss the feel of the sun
If it weren't for the rain
How would we know when it was warm and bright?
And how would things grow?
And how could we jump in puddles getting our socks all wet?
Instead of trying to do the impossible
Trying to change my heart, my thoughts
Please just hold my hand
And maybe wipe away some tears
I need to walk this path to be me
But I don't always want to walk it alone
So be my cheerleader, be my sunshine when the clouds won't part
But let me feel the rain

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i love the way i say it

by ~saturnineguise, Mar 9, 2007, 3:58:49 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

how come perfection could be the smile of apology you made when you were always late

how come perfection could be
                                  could be
                                        would be
                                               cant be
                                                          was?
                                                          was.
                                                          wasnt.
                                                          was it?

   ricocheting back
          and forth
  velocity isnt lost each time
       the bounce has changed
   direction

          there arent enough sides inside
                my skull to play any proper games

        how come perfection is this perfect good bye
     splitting my sides
undoing
undone
   making me up from memory

       how come perfection is not me you
you me
       how come perfection isnt coming
                                                   going
       how come perfection is this goodbye

       how come perfection is all of these perfect lies

  how come
  how come

                                          how come its all so perfect.

i love the way i say itby ~saturnineguise

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

©2007-2013 ~saturnineguise

perfect.

"ill live through you and make you what i never was if youre the best then maybe so am i compared to him compared to her im doing this for your own damned good youll make up for what i blew whats the problem why are you crying?"

random lyrics always bunch up in my head.

what is this, what is perfection?

a perfect head hold. a perfect encasement.

a box to place my weary head,
a box is all thats left,
a box is where my heart is
what my heart is
an empty box, left on a forgotten shelf.

drip all of my words someplace else.

~LoveShotEyes May 15, 2007 Student Writer

I love that song.

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~saturnineguise May 15, 2007

me too

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~kittytsukasa Apr 22, 2007 Student

I believe perfection is something we create ourselves.

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~saturnineguise Apr 22, 2007

I don't believe in perfection, and yet i do, and i dont.

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~kittytsukasa Apr 23, 2007 Student

Hmmm, I believe in coming as close to perfection as possible. It's a character flaw I'm told.

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~saturnineguise Apr 23, 2007

haha i dont believe in anything

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~phreakyone Mar 15, 2007

i like

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~saturnineguise Mar 15, 2007

thank you

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~Forbsie Mar 11, 2007 Hobbyist Photographer

I love the way it makes me think. If that makes any sense at all.

Anyway, I like it.

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~saturnineguise Mar 11, 2007

heh thank you very much, and for the odd looking emoticon

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