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Will You Marry MeYour face is smooth
        like the edge of a freshly wiped blade

Your skin is warm
        like teardrops in a steel morgue

Your hands are soft
        like linen sheets over pale, cool remains

Your hair falls to your shoulders
        with the accuracy of a weighty noose

Your stride is as confident
        as a blood-spattered Gladiator

Your legs send my heart
        into a state of hysteria

FeverI like pretending I mean something to the ghosts
who wreak havoc on my bones-
impaling these masochistic butterfly wings
on railroad spikes
between heartbeats and bedsheets,
immortalized.

I got a heart in New Orleans,
palms engraving names like
Juliet, Alexandria, & Christine
on the seats of greyhound buses.

& I'm offering up 102 degrees of skin to a godless moon
as I breathe in her night scent.

I Caught a Falling StarI caught a falling star
And put it in my pocket
Didn't want it to fade away

I caught a falling star
And put it in my pocket
Saved it for a rainy day

On a rainy day
I took it out to play
But its light had faded away

On this loveless night
I had a star with no light
To keep my tears at bay

ConfidenceThe mirror said nice things about me today.
But tomorrow it will probably be biased,
And strongly opinionated,
To say otherwise.

GluttonHis caramel covered fingers caress my coffee skin
An epiphany aged in its own beautiful winery,  
A honeyed breath drawn in a moment so heated,
Its oven like intensity roasting any kind of chastity.  

Irreverently juicy, pleasingly sinful,
Succulently divine in its every form
Lovemaking at its most beautiful…
Moans that echo sheer gluttony.

I never knew passion was edible,
nor lust so delicious in its impassioned call 
Until he showed me why chocolate
is the most deadly sin of them all.

MyiagrosYou went quietly
Like granite with finesse
Days and nights
The come down monster

I had a drink
Six, seven, eight more
Always and sometimes
Completely nothing

The weeks of illness
Before it pulled your eyes shut
No small talk
Just plain, empty time

I walked to the store for smokes
Struggled not to howl
There was fly paper nailed to the register
Legs still moving

And I knew what they were buzzing for
Hell had found you first

AdventuresI walk on a road that takes me to a place I've never been before.....
I see the northern lights; I lay in the dessert late at nights.
When I lay I count the stars and recall some of those adventures I had way a far.
Then I come back down to earth with great tails of foreign worlds.
I tell me children my tails and their children too.
I'm an old man now but I really loved and enjoyed my youth.

Water Bomb"Water Bomb"

Everyday my little boat
Becomes filled with more and more water
My shoes are starting to get soaked
Like lambs unaware in the slaughter
There seems to be some kind of hole
Just big enough for water to get through
The hole isn't big by any means
But I don't know what to do
And everyday my little boat
Sinks deeper and deeper in the sea
I can't rewrite the script I wrote
I can't undo what is to be
The hole now becoming cracks
I tried to plug with paint and clay
With barrels full of whole grain sacks
But even still the boat decayed
And I just can't stop this water
From seeping in little by little
Every damn crack a

Purest CrimeI have a diamond in a box
It sits in a safe that's tightly locked
In darkness its beauty is forever sealed
Its gleaming features never revealed

Crooks and thieves that crave its wealth
Have tried to steal it with their stealth
Failure follows them every time
Death is the penalty for this crime

Often times, to make them feel shame
I have them participate in a little game
They bet their souls like poker chips
Completely aware of what's at risk

If they win, I will hold up my side of the deal
And give them what they came to steal
But if their game results in loss
Their souls are placed inside my box

The diamond inside is not of ca

Shadow Sun

Shadow Sun

And in that very moment, I knew it was already too late
My   vision   has   adjusted
The memories of my former life all just slipped away
My   light   has   faded

The last of the fallen sparks fluttered in the distance
My   hope   has   been   obliterated
The shadows rose to claim their long awaited radiance
My   destiny   was    always   fated
-
In my heart, I lost it all
To this very second, it's still my fa

War Crimes"War Crimes"

Hello? Can anyone hear me?
I'm stuck here in this cave
Was that the sound of bullets?
It certainly isn't rain
When will mommy and daddy return?
I'm so cold here and alone
This fire doesn't burn
This country is not my home
How could this have happened?
I am only nine
Tomorrow is my birthday
I haven't done a crime
Mommy and daddy said to wait
As they went to gather food
I hope they're not the bait
To delighten someone's mood
What if they never come back?
Will I ever be saved?
I'm stuck here so afraid
Defenseless in this cave
The only sound I hear
Are bullets growing near
And I may have heard a bomb
I'm tryi

Writers BlockThere is a heart in a ribcage
And a brain sitting in a skull
There is a history that is void
And potential which is null

Just puddles of inspiration
Where the vast ocean once sprayed
An endless tide of moonshine
Swelled upon my parchment page

There's a brain sitting in a skull
There is a heart in a ribcage
There is ink in my fountain pen
But still no words on my page

Just embers of inspiration
Where a great fire once roared
I'll stoke it with those memories
I've been afraid of and ignored

Turn On The Dark

When fragile hopes and fears collide
It waits for you on the other side

I can feel the tremors in my soul
I've grown afraid of the masquerade.
Barely holding on, I'm losing control
Wide awake, I confide in the shade.

Sinking so slowly down the drain
Much like the purple pill I swallow.
A voice unheard is a voice in vane
Black rain falls and teardrop's follow.

Shadows loom throughout the room
They cover my eyes like a veil.
Just flip the switch, it'll be over soon
Just pull the curtain over the pale.

The transition rattles my psyche at first
Yet it's a feeling I've always invited.
For when my body becomes submersed
I discover

The Last Lie of SummerQuiet days, the overcast sky keeps
to itself, ignoring the living for weeks
at a time.

From half a state away-

you could hear trains roll through
towns like mine.

There is peace
and it can't be trusted

Undeserved suspicion
given to the first
fallen leaves.

This was the calm before the calm.
The man that is seen, but
nobody knows.

Promise yourself:
"Tomorrow I will say hello to him."

But we are all too busy dressing healed wounds.

LustHis hands have a habit of finding my hip bones,
trailing his river like fingers along my stone smooth skin,
his lips do not move, his mouth tells me stories.

Mine spend their time
tracing the length and breadth
of his back in kisses*

We travel through lands that never existed
before we touched them
At temperatures far exceeding in Fahrenheit

If only we could understand
how lust and geography
make such divinely sinful bedmates.

____________________
* One hundred and sixteen

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by *Marian-ette, Oct 2, 2012, 1:46:20 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Instead of ripping the covers off,
          Shaking it violently,
                    And forcing cold breakfast down its throat,

I wish they would carefully wake a sleeping poem
And ask it gentle questions
          Before its dreams are forgotten

Sleepby *Marian-ette

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

To be perfectly honest, I am by no means an avid reader of poetry (unless you count Dr. Seuss). But I wanted to give poetry writing a shot. Hence the spew of dreadful little poems that have suddenly appeared in my gallery....

Anywho, no hard feelings, Poetry. I think we're going to be friends.

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