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keep me above your dreams. we're drowning in melted ice.
they tell us to become stronger
and to swim harder than
rainbow fish in the cold
fall creeks filled with leaves.
no one ever said carry me in your arms
till we reach the dock, throw
me overboard and let the sharks
give me more love than you ever
did.
There is No 'Gentle' ModeSoiled carpet.  Crawling.

Your lovemaking?  Appalling.
The PastThe past is behind
But I still feel the ripples
Disrupting my flow.
smoking kills.you know, my dearest,
when you smoke a cigarette
your heart turns black, too.
unwrappedyou: complete package
me: various useless parts
(assembly required)
limitwords are the translations
of lifetimes.

and i speak the invisible architecture
of my body.

there are back-lit hills
in every direction;

dark crests that hold
the inevitability of the sea
on the other side.

recollections go out like
the vapid ribbons of breath,
occupy their origins

as fragments of myself.
i am everywhere
i'll ever be.

ever been.

the other side
is a perpetual expulsion;
is exclusive and perpetrating;
is the establishment of desire.

i follow the iron shove of the river
to the lake, green with cold.

ice rides the water
and the careful geometry of chance
like triangular wax sheets.

they overlap,
hold w
r.s.v.p.what I'd really like
is someone who won't make me
feel ashamed to feel
Fill in the blank.Sometimes people leave 
these why-sized holes in our lives
after they depart.
lovely, just lovely. 
she was tapping her
fingers rhythmically on
the wooden desktop,
created a horrible rhythm
not even a ghoul would enjoy.
moving to australia. we're all so lost
in these days of
nothing but pure and
utter hate. we see
nothing beautiful, nothing worth
it. i'm not lost.
i'm human; we're all

lost.
i will delete thisi keep dead flowers
in my window in hopes that
they're just pretending.
WhisperI like this word in my mind.
It is the breath which escapes from my lips
and comes to cherish yours.
Can Eaterit's about the beginning
when the trees forget you-
that sort of thing

no homeless men, no kingdom
Time will come to
take away the long pauses...

grass grows above bricks and valuable minds
many of the others now stay away from the cemetery

Man could build suitable folly
I believe it

we are only waiting in the star-filled wineries,
where so much could have happened,
and does

even today, Peace is living

more than music, we see the universal
Us
everyone dies"breathe,"

he tells her, because
her lips are bluer
than her eyes
that is all he can
think to say-

their hands stem
into each other
like cross-stitches,

lily-white and
puckered with veins

and

"breathe, you
have to breathe."

{she can't
hear him
over her
own
singing}

"mm," she hums
and it comes out
like broken song,
melodies stripped
of their warmth,
thin and hopeless-
like a piano
of bones.

"okay." he says,
tracing her skin.

time is running
on weeping
heels,
and its
like he's
looking
at her
from behind
a wall
of
glass

all he
can do is
watch as she

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"there's rain
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And...This
is for those
who were
never
late to anything,
Those who
were never
scared
at haunted houses,
Couldn't laugh
at a joke,
Never answered
a pay-phone
if it rang
as they passed it,
Didn't scream
to hear the echo,
Or cut themselves
to know
they bleed,
Those who
want not
Love,
Nor consider it
to be a need,
This is
for everyone
who never
broke a promise,
or stole
anything,
ever.
Life
is not
a rehearsal,
It happens once,
As fast
as your eyes
ignite,
Watching
some one
die.
What have i done?Every scar
tells a story.
Torn glory
with NO
Fore warning,
Horrible
memories,
Asleep in
a Ocean
Of my own
Blood.

Abrupt? Sure.
These thoughts
are rough.
"Jumped from
the Frying Pan,"
into a field
of nails, and
I'm stuck.
Perhaps i was
Brainwashed,
Just Enough.

However,
Perfectly Strange,
Vision Blurred,
Fantasies Engaged.
I Vow to ruin
the falseness
You've staged.
Crumbling
every sand castle,
You Arrange.

Rattling the cage,
Heating the
Cold blood,
Within your
still, somehow
Living veins.
Jaw stuck in that
Dropped position.
Could you refrain
from embracing that
permanently
painted reaction
on yo
Escape Routes
When I walk,
I Always find escape routes.
Horns sounding like deranged flutes
Trains painted with graffiti
Messages that escaped their origin
Travelling through tunnels
Passed Monuments
I Want to fallow my graffiti to it’s audience.
Yelling poems through the towns.
Flicking lit cigarettes and carrying on.
Through-out this Continent.
Busting freestyles about the scenery,
I’m gone, Joined my fate to prevent
Destiny from leaving me.
Until I have found a town so amazing
I find myself speechless.
Then I’ll snap a photo and
admire it’s uniqueness.
Explain my feelings for it
Expressed in how I finesse
My poe
New Nieghbors
You'll get used to it
and become one of us.
Fighting spiritual battles,
To remain myself.
Taking long walks,
Fading out into the distance.
Only to return, alot like you.
Even more like me.
I am Las Vegas,
Living in new jersey.
She's Cute,
But Couldn't possibley
be attracted to me.
Suprised at how much it matters.
You'll get used to it,
Like writing poems,
in the dark.
Just Words.Thoughts leaving
the mind
Decorating paper
only to feel better
going back in.
Gasping,
Collapsing.
Anything but
Relapsing.

Opposites attracting,
Reacting,
Repeating,
Re-enacting.

They say too many
hobos spoil the bon fire,
So I’ve selected
a companion with less
holes in her attire.

Maybe life is too short.
Rightfully so,
Have kids or Don’t but
count your blessings.
At least the
refrigerators clean.

Try to remember
to flush.
Confess the Repressed,
Express, And Yes
People, like Substances,
Only temporarily
hide the loneliness.

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affection drive

:iconoldest-boy:

If I recycled
the love littered at your feet
                hearts would starve no more.
:iconoldest-boy:
affection drive; stop love hunger.

thanks to *xxLadyBugxx for suggesting it,
and to ^LadyLincoln for featuring it.
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affection drive by ~oldest-boy is a creative poem that has a very clever twist. ( Suggested by *xxLadyBugxx and Featured by `LadyLincoln )
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~markerfold Jan 26, 2013
Five years later and this is STILL one of favourite poems.
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~BlueAmethyst3 Apr 22, 2011
Blunt, simple and meaningful :)

I enjoyed it.
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~CocoaEyes Sep 16, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
now that makes total sense.
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~masvida Jul 30, 2010
I like it. It's short, but who ever said these things needed to be long??
It's a very visual/emotional piece. It involves great talent to get through what you did with so few words.
Great job =]
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~Bezmo Apr 20, 2010
This is absolutely beautiful and rediculously clever :) it made me smile
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~oldest-boy May 7, 2010
thanks for reading.
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~Bezmo May 7, 2010
youre welcome :)
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~goldstone-glitter Aug 17, 2009

In light of the current events in my life, this comforts and calms me.

Absolutely beautiful.
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~oldest-boy Aug 18, 2009
thanks for reading.
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~damn-waffles Aug 5, 2009  Hobbyist
its beautiful really, so short and sweet, i love it
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