whichever waydon't you forget that yesterday used to be a tomorrow.

the truth as otheri get the best thoughts in your boarded up toilet
shutting the door tight and hiding where you won't find me.
it hasn't been used for years. the window beams
orange light at me through the cardboard.
it's warm in here, it's filled with spider breath, and i could pretend
i was an earl, with web-hair clumped as curls.
the air is dust and mould and 1980-something -
i can't quite pick the vintage.

i let it settle on my tongue and try my best to keep quiet

you'll hear me and if you do...

--

i tend to find perfect presents for people i used to know

ten, five, two years too late.

sometimes i buy these things just because of the feelin

Poetry is my friendWallflower girl
Trying to blend with the scenery
Wishing for this night to end
And she can return to seclusion
Periods of small talk interrupting
Millennia of loneliness
Once the crowd is gone
She'll be safe once again
Surrounded by the comfort
Of the ones she truly loves
The ones who don't judge

If only books could hug back

This stinging in my eyesVivid pictures burst to life
as the cool air rustles through my hair
Seeing those burgundy tipped yellow petals
and orange falling leaves,
the beauty of this beginning of the end engulfs me.
I pull my jacket just a little tighter as the wind picks up
and my thoughts are carried away
only to be caught up in empty branches
hopelessly tangled like a child's kite string
I know these ideas of you, of our life together
will continue to haunt our secret place
like a sweet dream turned nightmare
and I'm left here wondering when I'll wake

ImitationIf I were carbon paper
I'd lie down to trace your perfect lines
and then I could duplicate your beauty
pretending it was my own

Spiderling"Next!"
Shuffle, up, shuffle.
"Three teal, seven harlequin, ten spotted mauve… one spiderling."
"Gimme your ration card!"
"I… I… I… I… here…"
Mumble mutterings, "three teal, seven… spotted mauve. There ain't no spiderlings on this here card!" Eyes ablaze and as meat.
"Please, for my… back, the pain."
Slam down hard.
"Everyone gets their fair share. Nothing more. Always less. Nothing more. Next!"
Twenty coloured pills danced down his fingertips and I quickly picked them up as they bounced once, twice. Never let them more that thrice. Or pop! All over the counter. And no more. Always less.
The ration dispenser flicked my card at me. I

batteries unincludedyou are an hour
sixty minutes of sixty tickings

in this hour is every word
youve ever said

i have an old wrist watch my father gave me
i say old, because five years is a long time when it is a quart of your life.

i use it to count you.

staring at the straight lines and reflecting the tubed light into a dancing circle on the wall
a spotlight for an ant
i imagine a woven straw hat and cane

and dancing,

there was always dancing wasnt there?
there was, but it was never us that were dancing. its just a configuration.

you know, of talk.

something we forgot all about.
perhaps.

perhaps.

perha

just likehe said,

"

you taste kind of nice
ill give you a try.

"

i said,

"

its been too long
i know ive forgotten.

"

he said,

"

its just like riding a bike

"

i said,

"

i always used to crash

"

The loss of sanityAnother pill
Hidden under my pillow
Green linoleum
My face fluorescently lit
White shoes
Pacing up and down the hall
I write
To maintain the sanity they deny
I'm not crazy
I write again and again
I'm not crazy
I whisper as they turn the lock

lacrimationthey are just as easy to fall away from your fingertips
- fingertips - as lips are from other lips

--

fingerprints

they are just as easy to fall away from your fingertips
as smiles are from other lips

--

it is in your air
the hurried sweetness
of

--

all you ever said is stuck between the bottom of my shoes
and this freshly poured cement.

--

tell me time won't wind along
down with you into your
evanescence

tell me that memory stays the
same, each time i genuflect;pause for
reflection

--

Can I tell you how I planned it all out in my head?

--

when i decide to fall, i do it ever so ungracefully

--

who are you to say no to

ends with one. And IIt’s November again and I feel as if the bracken on the trees has changed so much. And yet, I would not know—I am so far away from that place—in not only years.

I believe you look the same. Of course I can’t be sure, but real-time details don’t change my mental image of you. So I say it. So I believe it. You would rather me believe you’ve changed for the better, but I know better could only be the same as you were.

But I have changed, of course. And of course it is only ever one-sided – this we would agree on. You try to tickle out the nuances you remember that I do not, but I didn’t tell you I learnt

HereOf all the places to find you;

here.

You kickscreamlaugh.Breathe.

here
in the yawn between finger and thumb,
amongst the soft kiss of thigh,
the shy tuck of navel -

you grow from the pupil,
layer this tongue with words
and scatter finger trails where no hands have dwelt,

tuck your smile along the crease of knee,
sow tear-clusters inside my ear canyons
but fold your kisses between each toe.

you mark me you again

here

through the shallow sighs of midnight,
while I feel not a ripple.

GreenYou told me I was neon.

Not in the finger-scalding, eye-snatching,
you-wake-the-city-nights kind of way,

but more like a satisfying cough in the back of your lungs,
the white noise that blocks out all thought.

And I just laughed and called you a bastard.

But you.
You're my green.

It's like, when we kiss,
all I can feel is spring.

And I adore that you don't impose on the iris -
just sit in the background, waiting to be found
and the way your eyes smell of cut grass.

(reminding me of all the things we do in it
that we could never tell the grandkids)

Count To ZeroWere this body thinner than maybe,
it would not hang with a million buts;

it could shine more radiant than am
and maintain the allure of is.

With eyes as narcissistic as knowledge,
I could be blinder than a won't,

sow lashes as frequent as sometimes
while enticing forcefully like often,

brag of lips that purse like shall
(but still kiss as faint as never).

I'd mould my hands more fragile than a was
so I could snap skin with a why,

pump this chest tongue-curved like than
as my stomach tenses as taut as that

and I'd wear my hips firmer than can't
yet keep these thighs as inviting as will.

Oh, I would be more beautiful than cer

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by ~saturnineguise, Nov 21, 2007, 3:59:45 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

i'd like to seduce happiness
buy a new dress for contentedness
slut it up for ecstasy

pull down the sheets on frivolity
melt down the wax around sacrifice
excuse myself for rushing

i'd like to choreograph prayer
the build-up to the artifice
stop smiles from touching

begin the wake before the dawn
the black before the white; a pair
disbanded before a circle shared
one half realising, "i'm just another pawn."

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This was a five minute prompt from ~LoveShotEyes that we were both unaware of at the time. But she liked this, and said I should post it, so here it is, in all its ugly rhyming glory.

Seducing happiness is completely her invention. Sometimes typographical errors make for lovely babbles.

This will probably be scrapped shortly.

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~persistanceofmemory Dec 22, 2007

See I read this in a rush a month ago (almost to the day) and was like, I am in the middle of essays and this needs more proper reviewage as it is pretty damn awesome.
And here I am now and I am thinking, wow this is pretty damn awesome.
I just wish I had more to say.
It is so different of you. Which I love bytheway. The ending is chilling to our previously mentioned desires, what we wouldn't give to be able to achieve the first five lines!

Beautiful darling.

~TwelveStep Nov 30, 2007

This makes me smile. It's adorable.

~mesmeric-revelation Nov 24, 2007

_{WHY MUST YOU THINK BEAUTIFULS NEED SCRAPPED????

*grabs away milkshake*}

`fllnthblnk Nov 22, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

Whoa... I loved the last stanza. Very strong ending!

~saturnineguise Nov 22, 2007

Wow, thank you so much!

~LoveShotEyes Nov 22, 2007 Student Writer

See, I'm not the only one who thinks it's a good poem.

You should get back to writing, woman. Where's that kipper of mine?

~saturnineguise Nov 22, 2007

I'll show you your kipper!

(thank you darling

)

~LoveShotEyes Nov 22, 2007 Student Writer

You don't need to. I've already seen it

*AlecBell Nov 22, 2007

A lovely poem.

Such a pity happiness rejects or efforts at seduction, the worst and the best.

If you're going to throw your poor little poem out, I'm willing to give it a good home!

It can stay in my favourites

~saturnineguise Nov 22, 2007

heheh i think it likes it in your favourites, toasty warm

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