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softenedthe sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
alone.

in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
raven,
black as night and
just as hopeful.

and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.

I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
me.

Two SoulsCould I touch a silent thought?
Could I know the colour of a word?
Could I hear the universe full of stars?
Could I hold the sea in my arms?
Could I stroke your voice?
Could I live in your heart?

A song never sung
A paper never drawn
A game never won
A man never loved

A flower that moves
A bird on my hair
A tree always blue
Spring
one love
two souls
my world
and you.

AirI want to lose myself
in an illogical need
for love.

I want to remember
to forget
how to breathe.

What is Air
if not you?

Pull Me ClosePull me close
Hold me tight
Tell me silently
That it’ll be alright

‘Cause when you’re near
I feel my heart beating,
When I see you
I feel alive,
When you hold me
I know it’s OK,
And I revel in feeling
The sound of you breathing
With your heart right next
To mine.

The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.
Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.
A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.
He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen.

That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.
Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.
In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.
As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.
A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken.

He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.
Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.
Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.
Pulling out hi

Lesbian first kiss~laying together, on the bed.
Not touching, I go closer in
Snuggling into you a bit
I play with your cheek,
you play with my hair

I go closer and snuggle..
This time my head
is gently on your shoulder
You snuggle back into my neck
Looking at your face, then your eyes
Your eyes are looking at my lips
I gently grab your chin and lift

I can see your face in perfect view,
you get scared and look down..
I reassure you with a hug.
Look back into your eyes
grab your chin and kiss..

I can feel our lips tremble,
frightened; wanting more
Slowly but gently kissing
explosions of emotions
Beams of sweat on palms
We part away for a second

We kiss again with more confidence
touching each others bodies
stroking slowly, at each others curve

I LoveDear Lover,

I love what we have,
And not what we need,
Or should be:

Strong,

Whole,

Or perfect.

I love the way we function,
When we're nearly dead,
The way you:

Hit me,

Scream,

Or punch.

I love the way my heart thuds,
When I relinquish the sweet air
In exchange for:

Your breath,

Your toxic fumes,

And I choke.

I love it,
I love it,
I love you.

Sincerely, the Heartbroken

Condemned AloneI always fail in love;
No matter the man I'm with,
He will leave eventually.

My heart rarely smiles
Ripped apart like a curtain
Of memories that
Fades with morning light.

And if I put my trust in you,
Will I regret it, only time will know.

Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lonely eternity?

I'm not sure what to believe;
All these years exposed to lies,
I am filled with bitterness.

I am their puppet;
Strings attached,
They reduce me to worthlessness
Incapable to thrive.

Too scared to leap beyond the moon
Where lovers reside in harmony.

Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lonely eternity?

~Love~Love is like power
its strong but can only last so long...

Many people believe there is a red string connected with your soul mate
But strings can snap eventually...

Golden hearts connected together.
Then to rust and break...

love can make you happy and positive
but also sad and negative
very regretful too...

But pay close attention, you'll only get this once.
Pick your partner carefully.
They may just pick your forever..

♥

Desirable SweetnessSkin is so soft so sweet, for it melts in my mouth like chocolate, it makes me wonder if you have ever

Been in love before, for I am eager to know if anyone else has been able to taste your desirable churned

Sweetness, for it makes me quite jealous for someone else has touched you first, seeing your hidden

Away treasures when hearts flourish and beat as one, as the lights dim to see such gloomed pleased

Eyes in an embowered place, in which empowers the sweet aroma of the occasion, such sweetness

Haunts my very soul, and has relished in the faery power of my unreflecting love……

Snapshots of usthe grass doesn’t grow here;
it’s all picket fences and five millimetre lawns
but ours is a jungle, guarded by thorns
as we entwine, anchoring each other
sunshine bathed and blurry
with Narnia tucked behind the beehive

still we’d rather be nomadic than settle
(we are blinkered but bolting)
and smoke and mirrors have more substance than
this hushed hunting for the other shoe
and the lipstick stains on your collar

it feels a little incestuous
but we chose the second circle
and dark matter is a time-bomb, ticking
so I sink into you again (and again)
rooting for salvation beneath your husk
and hoping we’ll find right

rippleshow many ripples you can cause
in the ocean of someone's heart,
each person has a tidal system they must abide and sometimes,
(even though you know better than to fight the waves)
you can't help but fool yourself into thinking
you can dive a little deeper.
(even though you're running out of air already)

and i am already becoming an expert in
clasping my hands together just right
so that it feels like someone else's fingers
interlaced with mine,

i know how to drape one leg over the other
to make it seem as though it's your ankle touching my foot
i press my back to the pillow beside me,
pretend its more than
just my body warmth heati

That Thing Called LoveA moment
A kiss
This feeling
A wish

A gesture
A touch
These feelings
Too much

Descriptions
Depictions
No words
Can be written

This love
A thought
This knowing
Is enough

Star-kissed SpineShe has this air about her
that I don't quite understand.
It's as if her spine is the night sky,
caressing the heavenly bodies
of the planets on her skin.
Ivory skin,
like that of a porcelain doll.
She is fishnet and lace,
black and white,
and all the in-betweens.
I'll take her star-kissed spine
and she can have my battered rib cage,
my sore, slow heart
if only she'll take them.

A girl walked into town.A girl walked into town.
Silent and new, she had no place.
No familiar faces shone
upon her silent shores of
nervous indifference.
Friends, they told her.
You've got to get some friends.
As if, she scoffed, it was that easy.
No, this newness was good but it was
Lonely.
And each new branch
she tried to grow, to reach out,
hurt with the growing pains of
childhood.
Uncomfortable.
Burning.
An introvert doormat in a callous world.
But how could it be so enticing?
So welcoming?
Late August, a friend blew in
from the dust.
Inviting. She wasn't too keen on
trying to grow new branches again.
But this one held the promise of fruit.
Sweet and cool to

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Mirrorglass hero

Prince? Hah! You mock me, surely.
Impure? Yes, but not for you.

What can I do?
Nothing, as always.
Useless more like it.
Shattering slowly.
So slowly.

Ah, this isn't,
I wish,
it wasn't.

It is.
I think, I know.
I think?

I can't think, can I?
No.

Oh me-
oh my.

Ah, this pain,
shatterbreaking
cracksmashing
heartcore
breaking from within.

Broke
Broke
Smash
Broke.

Gone
Gone
Left me
Gone.

Riding on that white horse,
flying on those angel-wings.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Click
the door to my room
I shut me in

Oh, ah...

This is me,

shattering,
breaking,
cracking,
smashing.

This is me,
Break
Break
Gone
Broken.

Impure -rewrite-

You are my dream and fear,
Such an angel should never know of me;

Imperfect.
Unworthy.
Impure.

Yet I do anything for your touch,
your smile melts my iced heart,
your eyes see through this blatent facade
to below;

My undying love and everlasting pain,
for I know such an angel would never love me;

Sinful.
Godless.
Hatred.

I just wish that you could save me.

I pray to whatever lends me an ear.
"I wish for my angel."

Yet I am seen as my darkest side
For I know that you would never love me.

So perfect,

pure,

divine.

You are a deity,
a saint, from the heavens,
and me;

Nothing,
no-one,
no-where.

I've fallen for you,
I wi

Clouded in smoke

What the hell did he do to you,
to make you so, very, cold?
It burns in me, hotter than jealousy.
He means, apparently, nothing to you
but still you feel like this, over him.

What can I do?
Really, what?

Please, just tell me.

You know I'm sick to death of waiting
for nothing, it seems.

Should I give up?
I feel like I shouldn't,
but also feel I should.

You're making it so unclear
so hard to see.

Your feelings for me,
clouded in the haze
I exhale to try and understand.

But I cannot,
I don't know.

I sit and I smoke,
draw in smooth gray clouds
exhale long stream, blue shroud.
Forming pictures to help me see,
what I feel f

Simply nothing

Hello,
I'm just another person,
you know, like everyone else.

I know you're going to be reading this,
wondering which self pitying comment
is going to come next.
How bad life treats me
or why she doesnt love me,
what they've done,
or how wrong I've been
are not included here.

No, this is nothing like that,
this is just a little poem
to read to yourself,
to think about.

For once its not about me,
or you, or her, or them.
Its simply about nothing.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

A blank canvas.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

A huge empty room.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

An empty jar.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

You get the pictu

Mis-Perception

I mis-perceived your innocence
I misread your purity,

I was wrong to think you were clean,
you proved me oh so wrong.

I tasted strange innocence in that kiss,
a strange, lost innocence
like built up lust, finally unleashed.

I was wrong to think
that I'd show you sin,

wrong to think
I'd bring you to the unholy,
I'd offer you desire.

I was wrong about your darkness.

Just one look into those celestial eyes,
that heavenly "take me" glint,
I thought was innocence and untried.

I was wrong,
You were an eager guide,
showing me places I thought you didnt know.

A firm, warm skinned place,
desire, lust stained and intruiging.

A plac

Porcelain, delicate.
flawless-cold.

Your touch on my hot summer skin
welcome chill to my passion-fire
maybe, heat deep enough,
Porcelain shine,
glow from within.

Like an iced film
covers the skin,
as fire burn beneath mine.

Fire ice,
melting chill,
heart-fire, cold.
freezing-flames?

Porcelain-skin
pale beauty.

Almost flawless,
chipped once,
slight imperfections,
rejects perfect.

You, porcelain-perfection,
almost.

A clash of colours,
A deep flame-red
on ice-white.

Porcelain-skin,
delicate, breaks
so light touch,

I dare not touch

I dare not kiss,

porcelain,
flawless deep,
red, subtle lips.

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Lighthouse

by ~CaptainOzz, Feb 6, 2006, 9:18:12 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

My beacon light sweeps the horizon,
Illuminating the waves.
Crashing on the knifing rocks.
Vanst and endless ocean,
majestic yet deadly,

my breathing rises
and falls with the waves.

The sea sighs,

she's as lonely as me.

She's vast, dark velvet, blue
and I jutting white,
protruding from her shores,
admidst deadly teeth.

Again my light sweeps across her surface.

Picking out each crestfallen wave
as they dive down to the sorry shipwrecks.

Every night I hear their creaking frames

crying with loss

and I'm filled with sorrow.

The clouds clear and the sea she mirrors the sky,
each star duplicated on her shimmering skin.

The moon (narcissi) admires his reflection,
as I, lonely, stare out over her.

The moons reflection bright and proud
puts my beacon to shame.

I sheild my light for I am shamed.

Blind ships skim the night for I am shamed.

He spites me.
She cries for me.

And I sleep for another day

still in love with the oceans.

Lighthouseby ~CaptainOzz

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

©2006-2013 ~CaptainOzz

Another piece of mine centred on the seas. See "Shipwreck" for more.

!Azul-Lobo Apr 24, 2006 Writer

also another poem i needed to hear.... damn it... my heart aches... lol im not emo!!!

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~CaptainOzz Apr 24, 2006

Heh, Youo should read more... then you might start to see cracks appearing...

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~EmpressTiffany Feb 15, 2006 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

i got a poem based on the "sea"

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~CaptainOzz Feb 16, 2006

OOh! Link me!

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~EmpressTiffany Feb 16, 2006 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

i gotta find it

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~l0stwhispers Feb 7, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

This is real nice.

It's real touching too.

xP Brilliant piece!

And yay, you're still putting up your works!

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~CaptainOzz Feb 8, 2006

Well hey im sure i'd go insane if i stopped writing

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~misslost Feb 7, 2006

seas are cool.
this poem is poetic

i like it

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~CaptainOzz Feb 8, 2006

Thanks again for floating on in and favving another one of my pieces!

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~misslost Feb 8, 2006

my pleasure

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