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Pomegranate

Her kisses
are not like wine.
They are more intricate
and mellifluous
than that which blots
a poet's lips
and leaves his senses
dulled.
They are not like honey -
the morbid sweet
and clinging flow
of thick and amber light
that tangles up
his tongue.
Instead, they are like
pomegranates,
richly red
and dense with juice,
their flesh pulsing
on my lips
and that dark
delicious memory
of Eve's final wish.

Bone Blossoms

Bone blossoms,
a ghost of iris-
blue so pale,
it slips off the page
and sheets.
You know the scent;
you borrowed it
from some girl
who was your best friend.
You slept together in the same bed;
she borrowed your sweater
and bracelet,
and kissed you
when mother was not looking.
You fed her books
and strawberries
left out in the sun,
ripe as the boy
next door.
She put her hand
in yours
one warm night
in August
and asked you
what it made you think of.

Just blossoms
you said -
teal and purple,
feathered like summer -
like the summer
when you were five
and the heat
just could not keep away

and the sky went out.

Verses -updated-I was swallowed up by
your love.
Drowning to a rhythm
all our own and...
you...
washing out the words of love
from my mouth as though
they were preceded by a curse.
The sharp intensity of
your eyes frightens me.
You seem to move with the rain,
and I, running in between the drops,
hope against hope, you will wash away.

Melting A Frozen HeartMelting A Frozen Heart

Laying here on a stone crypt,
The moon watching over me
As I rest here icy and alone,
A heart no longer that is warm,
It's completely frozen and cold,
Reaching all the way to my barren soul,

You lay there my little one
Embracing the bitter cold,
Thinking that there is nothing left
That you are all alone,
Feel my touch on your creamy skin,
Burning through the arctic cold that
Now encases your soul,

What is this foreign feeling
That is trying to touch my heart?
Reaching and searching around,
Leaving so much warmth,
Who is that strokes my skin,
With such tender hands,
What is this spark that

A SecretA Secret

Behind the smile, in
my soul, a secret untold.
I so want to die.

An Angel's ArmsAn Angel's Arms

No more tears. No more
fears. I offer you love and
safety in my arms.

Regrets Of The HeartRegrets Of The Heart

She looks down from the heavens
See's the tears flow from his eyes
Painful memories overwhelm him
With a hurt that never dies

Memories of that fateful day
When his whole world fell apart
One mistake that cost him dear
The two treasures of his heart

Because of that one mistake
That monumental error
His whole world would change
His heart would hurt forever

Angelic wrath from up above
Came crashing down on him,
Cursed for all eternity
To never sleep again.

An angels curse she cast
Through a tearful haze
The loss of one so innocent
Filled her heart with rage

Full of hurt and anguish
For the child she cou

Blinded to HopeSeasons change around me.
The birds come and go.
Moonlight, daylight,
no longer light my way.
Locked within myself,
locked in darkness.
I must rely now on
smell, sound and touch
to know where I am,
to know when I am...
I can hear the nightbirds,
and also the swans calling,
they herald the twilight
as I walk near the waters.
I can feel the cold stone steps,
the moss on my bare feet,
and smell the nearby water.
Things seem so different,
when you cannot see them.
I think back to...
when I lost my sight,
when I lost my dreams,
when I lost my hope.
And yet, still, I go on,
living, feeling, hearing,
the world an

Death is a HitchhikerDeath is a hitchhiker
dropped off at the last-
gas-for-68-miles diner.

Death needed to use
the head and to get
something to eat.

Now Death sits and drinks
endless cups of bad coffee
because none of the truckers
want to travel that last 68 miles
with Death riding shotgun.

Lost DreamsAs her world is falling around her
She stands and stares at her lost dreams
She tries
To catch the crumbling pieces
But they continue
To slip through her finger tips
Shattering
On the cold floor

She is lost
She is confused
And she knows not
What to do next
Now that her world is in ruins
She doesn't know
Where her future leads anymore

But her dying world
Will give birth to her new
Better
Future

Why Poets DrinkChrist,
there is a reason poets drink.
Abstention feels bad -
infertile and stuffed, swollen.
It does not sell books
or win those brass
angels on ribbons.
Tonight my lover is bourbon,
distilled in some soul
south of Carolina.
It plays tricks with colors
and the sounds on my tongue.
It grows words where
none have loitered for weeks
and handfasts me to
the rest of the world.
It is ransom -
a jest of seasons
and my bone idle brain

awakes.

Death Is My NameDeath Is My Name

Black is my favourite -
The colour of night;
Under her veil it's
So easy to hide

I saddle me shadows
Take 'em out for a ride
To stomp your sweet meadows
And you better don't fight

With me…
You can't win against DEATH…

The day is here
That your prophets had seen
Time to harvest your fear
And to make the earth clean

You rotten flowers
With your hearts full of sin
Will now witness my powers
May the slaughter begin!

Tonight…
You will be kissed by DEATH

Now you'll pay for your deeds
Feed me with your last breath
I don't care for pleads
Because my name is DEATH!

The prize is mine
At the end

PureAll saints pose as Lucifer,
grayer than pure,
to read the tea leaves
and the angel words;
they fly through dreams,
they slip through
edgy judgments,
to sing permitted songs,
to find objections
ruled by grace.

The saints, they live
as Lucifer,
truer than pure,
they dream to fly,
to slip through
stony logic;
they slip through
dreams and logic,
the threat of falling
ever on their minds.

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~IsabellaMichel Jul 26, 2011 Student Writer

I could get lost, as my fingertips
breach the surface of your poem
One glance, taste,
breath
I'll be gone again

Your sign should read
Enter and beware
My soldier-spine, crumbles
At the feet of your magic

You make life exhibit
Glory
Like your lady's story
Cherished
Marked
Adored

- Inspired from this poem.

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*Scarlettletters Aug 4, 2011 Professional Writer

That is a pretty fantastic bit of verse! *Bows* Thanks!

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~IsabellaMichel Aug 6, 2011 Student Writer

You're welcome. Thank you for being so inspiring.

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~dAb-blingin-art Jul 4, 2011

Dang good Brendan!!

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*Scarlettletters Jul 9, 2011 Professional Writer

I am very glad you like it!

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~love-shakspeare Jun 29, 2011 Writer

This is absolutely beautiful. It was very deep and it touched my soul(I don't mean that to sound cliche. Lol.).

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*Scarlettletters Jul 8, 2011 Professional Writer

It is not cliche at all. Many thanks.

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~love-shakspeare Jul 8, 2011 Writer

Thanks.

And you're very welcome.

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*Momotte2 Jun 28, 2011 Hobbyist Photographer

Beautiful !

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*Scarlettletters Jul 8, 2011 Professional Writer

Many thanks. I appreciate it very much.

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