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Come find me
She whispered
In my ear
Her lips so near
I felt the heat
Of her breath.
It brought me
near death
For my heart
Stopped so long.
When she left it felt
So…wrong
Then she was gone.
My nymph, my muse
She sparked
My heart
And lit my fuse.
Sorry I have to go
I have to find her
I need to show,
I must remind her,
That I am
And will always be
Searching for her.

fire escape angelshe is on the fire escape
watching the city burn in the night again
waiting for a friend
waiting for herself

she is smoking in the street
everyone knows that she’s freezing her toes off in those
she doesn’t give a damn
she’s Lucifer in drag

the angel on her shoulder
is a sign that she’s much older
in her heart

she is on the fire escape
watching the city change with the tide again
hair moves in the wind
eyes are on the prize

she is in her room with them
knowing that this is impermanent childish whim
knowing that and still
opening her eyes

the angel on her shoulder
is a sign that they’ll all hold her
in thei

At Least I Can WriteNever write
in this state of mind:
that's what I keep telling myself
as I jot down every word.

Last night's anguish
came from having no woman.
Pinning you against the armorial
with lips pressed to my neck
behind walls so paper thin,
one would think the voices on the other side
were our own,
only we weren't speaking with words.

Almost is never enough.

Tonight's anguish
comes from not having enough money:
grounded to the house
listening to what sounds like the neighbors
killing each other.
Oh don't mind me;
I'm just waiting for the checks to clear.
At least then I can over draw my account, again.

Tomorrow nig

Two-TonedSepia,
like you,
it's pronounced two ways.

Seep-ee-ah.
Long, slow,
a sleepy murmur drawn.
It reminds me of your patience
when you held me
as I sobbed into your scarf,
your voice leaving me warm,
brown along the edges.

Sep-ee-ah.
Short.
Curt.
A sterner picture
of soldiers long dead,
a reprimand.
A glare.
This is how you tell me
I'm wrong--
sharp as a bayonet,
the edge of your mouth
a gun.

Warm.
Sharp.
Tight-eyed.
Welcoming.
I could hold it
in my mouth either way,
and you are both.

Aurora (Borealis)The vermilion sky melted and slipped
into a barely muddied, ruddy hillside
powdered-sugarcoated, vanilla ice-whipped

The vivacious glory-of-the-snow
sabotages the dead silence of the season
with its vehement, blue-violet glow

Know that I see the gleaming aurora in
your laugh lines, life lines
in the palms of your hands and
pads of your feet, unfurling the unsaid
The north star becomes
a cardinal bindi on your forehead
Know that I feel you are heaven-defined
prophecies pressed into my spine

You want to whisper across my tips and capillaries
breathe in sky-blue butterflies, out sea-green envy
I want to compass through your crust and

SilenceI seek and search for silence,
For a quiet to sooth my soul
I hunt and track down silence
To bring peace to my aching soul

I search and I search, yet nothing I find
No quiet from the raging storm, no solace for the mind
I cry and I try, yet no silence can be found
And I fear I’ve left my soul here to be drowned

So I looked to the sky to find out why
And a quiet Voice told me to stop and be still
I wondered why I should even try
And I felt my soul shiver with the thrill

I found silence, sweet silence,
For my troubled soul
It’s here, hidden by my God,
Where silence meets my weary soul

Fire flicker

Fire flicker, Fire burn
Men fight, Men yearn
Both consume
On the road to doom
Fire flicker, fire burn

Keep off the grassShe sings loud, talks less, the music comes first. Guitar twangs. Bumping bass. A cymbal cries out. The lyrics are young. The songs, simple, with a force behind them that stands tall and unbending. Her voice is dressed in a crisp white fedora only a woman, a mother, can wear. A voice laced with scars. From R&B to blues. From blossoms to roots. Always back to the roots. Down to the aquifers that fed the wells we stole from. Still thirsty.

It don't mean a thing
If it ain't got that swing. Do wap do wap do wap do wap do wap do wap do waaah.

There always comes a point where words fall short. Where a definition is not enough. Move to something

Home is Where the Guns Go OffWe dwell in places no one prefers to live: rundown apartment complexes; dangerous housing projects; poorly zoned business districts with warehouses cutting through residential landscapes, most of which sit vacant from the boom that never happened.

A dozen quarter mile barrios, a single community divided amongst its self; each sector being fiercely guarded by angry, misguided youth. They protect something,worth truly nothing, for reasons hardly above reproach, where the average response time is an hour-twenty and the speed limit is eighty-five.

This is the land of concrete and graffiti; broken knuckles and bloody lips; the place where gun fi

17She's only 17
and already she's seen
more then most hearts hold.
She's only 17
and she's finally coming clean
so she wont feel so old.

Who has the right to tell her
she's never really loved
she isn't old enough
after what she's been through?

She's got all these words
for summing up the hurt
but nothing will ever do.

She knows
no one marries the love of their life
they settle for someone they can live with.
She knows
this world can sting and twist in the knife and
all those fairytales are only myths.

She knows that life isn't made up of memories
but moments as you make them out to be.
She knows she's got a lot left to le

For I am the Moon and She is My SunMy mind traces the moon's mystery
While I stand in quite solitude
For I wonder in "What could be"
Full of sadness and pain
Still she is here- but a few feet away
Her mesmerizing eyes entrances me
The moon despite it's mystery and beauty
Fall second to her
Eye's that so easily reflect the moon's radiant glow
But there is another glow there
Not one of sadness or despair
But one of fiery determination
For she is no moon
She is the radiant sun
Her pain fuels her endeavors
Just as the moon needs the sun to glow
I need her
For without her
I am an empty shell: one riddled with guilt and pain
For I am the moon but she is my sun.

RainI need you.
Like no one else.
Can't you see?

I'm not weighed down.
But, it's hard to breathe.

I've never been so chained.
My limbs need to move.

But my body won't listen to my brain.
When I stand next to you.

You've really got something on me.
This time, it's all you baby.

I've done more than enough to get you out of my head.
Out of my bed.

But I keep letting you in.
It's a new twist on an age old sin.

Show me that cocky smile.
You know what you've got.

Now act like it.
Put your money where your mouth is.

Spend the rest of the night in my bed.
Leave your wife out of this.

If she comes around here again.
I won't be held r

suturesglass shards shattered along her shaking diaphragm,
slicing their way through her
jetstream veins & topography of muscles.

she said her skin itched pins & needles;
her sharp nails couldn’t relieve the discomfort.

she and the mirror took turns
staring at each other
through the haze of lonely showers and
(heart)aching joints
until they discovered
who was underneath her skin.

one night you found her
lying
on the floor
as she ripped herself apart.

you took her hand in yours and said,
“you can’t do it.
you can’t rip (dead)fathers &
(ex)bestfriends & (past)lovers
from who you are.
you can’t.”

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Fire flicker

Fire flicker, Fire burn
Men fight, Men yearn
Both consume
On the road to doom
Fire flicker, fire burn

Fire flicker

Fire flicker, Fire burn
Men fight, Men yearn
Both consume
On the road to doom
Fire flicker, fire burn

My pleaI am sorry
I am, was, will be an ass
If there was a way to change
I would do anything.
Even if it made me strange
I'd prefer it to the shit in human form
That I seem to be.
What did I do you say?
I don't know but it drove them all away.
Friends, family the people who swore
They would always stay.
I know I have said bad things
I deserve the punishment that brings,
But this solitary
It's terrifying, It's scary.
I am a poisoned tree in a meadow.
I see my own on all sides but I stay away
I'm rooted to the ground I rotted.
I am to die alone…
Every day I check my phone
Just to remind me that
I some body used to know I exis

I miz you

I miss you
Your empty chair
At my empty table
Haunts a heart full of love
Or at least it was.
On my own my heart of stone
Trembles at the sweet sound
Of your name.
Wishing you're beside me
What have I done?
I dreamed a dream of happiness
With you.
We made our stand
We were betrayed by
Javert at the barricade of love
Floods of foolishness flung us apart.
Upon these stone and stars I swear
All wanted was you
No other lovely lady will do.
Do you hear the people sing?
I don't hear a thing but the beating
Of your heart
In that heart where I
Want to be master of the house and
At the end of the day
Is that so wrong?
N

How would you do it?

How would you deal with my pain?
Would you take pills again to no gain?
Would you smoke green grass?
Would you just score some ass?

Would you be okay
dealing with my life day after day?
You know this whirlwind of agony
from which I'll never be free

was caused by society. By you
by stuff you did and didn't do
we smiled, laughed, and loved together
we were friends, in fair weather.

Birds of a feather, scattered by a storm
I loved you in every fashion or form.
When I tried to be myself
You put me away, on your shelf.

How would deal with being put away?
How could you face being alone every day?
How could you go through it?
How

Here I stand

Here I stand, alone and free
The tattoos speak true
I am greater than you.
Just try to beat me!

I am the tree that's strong
I am the bird that's fast
I am the tree that last'
I am the bird's beautiful song

Most importantly
I am ME,
that is,
better than you could EVER be!

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Human Magic

by =tfxman, May 15, 2012, 1:13:44 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

Look at her!
Go ahead stare
Her breast pressed up
Her legs bare
Around her time slows
Details are enhanced
Like how her skin glows
And when by chance
You manage to charm her
You find you cannot harm her
For under the glowing skin
There is a steel spirit within
When some how you melt the steel
Her heart will reveal
Endless strength reserves
Concealed by her luscious curves
When you get through the strength
you find at length
that pure bliss
after you finally kiss
and bit more
as you start to explore
you trade your trip to heaven's gate
for this girl, greatest of the great,
But are not upset or filled with regret
Nor shall you ever forget
When you saw there
Hair pined up, legs bare
On the end of the bed
Ready to give up her maiden head
Nervous? Of course you where
It was new for you, and her
You nearly didn't do it.
You very nearly blew it.
As you turned to say no
Got caught by her body's radiant glow,
Black hair up, black tank top nearly gone
Green-gray skirt that was barely on.
She closes her eyes
And slowly uncross her thighs
Her lips move part a crack
As she arches her back
The words slowly slip through
"I want you… I love you"
Suddenly the dam broke
Blush, gush,hush
And all in a rush
Your first time is done
Gone like the setting sun
But it will rise again another day
And on its way
You will have changed
No longer a boy but a man
Do anything, you know you can
The magic of youth is gone,
But you will carry on.
With the girl…No the woman
Together their new life began.
If you will split or if you will stay
I don't know. But on that day
You have made magic in your own special way

Human Magicby =tfxman

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

I really like how this work goes. It is just the first copy so please tell me what you like and what you would change. The more comments the better. This beautiful picture was taken by :SandyManase: I did get the okay from her to use it. Please look at her pictures they are all stunning.
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~ChildoftheBeat Nov 19, 2012

This is so beautiful!

For me it's nostalgic, tender, sweet, but sexy too - My heart is a little heavy with remembrance at innocence lost, time moved on, some measure of cynicism installed that I long to cast off... and see things anew through eyes like yours, (unhurt, unhardened?). Treasure this, for in days to come, you will think back, with a strange, inwards smile, and sigh... Or at least I do

. Beautiful memories of (only a few) wonderful girls that made life worth living, and at times form part of those few memories that help us to continue living it when going through darker times...

I just had one suggestion for improving the flow in the line: "The magic of youth is gone," would
'Youth's magic gone' work better with the next line? just a thought, I know these things can be very subjective...

Likewise with "No longer a boy but a man" maybe 'A boy no longer but a man'? Maybe it's my stylistic preference, but it really flows better, to me at least. Everything else is perfect as it is, to me...

Anyway, wonderful, wonderful poem, thank you so much for writing it!

~Bloodrebel Jun 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

An excellent poem.

=tfxman Jun 20, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

you flatter me l.

~Bloodrebel Jun 20, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I believed I should express my gratitude for a wonderfully written poem.

=tfxman Jun 20, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you I am glad you think so.

~Bloodrebel Jun 20, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Not a Problem.

~EvaScripton May 23, 2012

It feels a bit flowery, especially considering the subject matter, like you tried to put too much into it, but that may just be due to the style. I think, if you're going to write such long works in this format, you should try breaking it up with either paragraphs or at least full stops, otherwise it feels a bit like you're rambling. Still, it's a sweet poem, you show a lot of talent.

=tfxman May 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thank you? I guess lol

~EvaScripton May 24, 2012

Creative critique! I meant it as a constructive compliment

=tfxman May 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Alliteration always alters my messed up mind.

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