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FallingIn the middle of my rib-cage
my heart was floating.

Swaying in the air.

Drifting like a migrating bird
seeking warmth.

A river of butterflies;
tumbling and skipping
on their fluttering wings.

Simply from the unwavering eyes
watching me shamelessly.

Mirrored pools of brown.

I attempted to send back a smile;
my heart tried not to crumble
like a freshly baked cookie.

And in a moment it was over.

The only sound a thumping heart
and a soaring soul.

Yet I knew that everybody could hear
the gentle whisper of flapping butterfly wings.

Humming
Skipping
Falling

FrecklesThe little brown spots on my nose and my cheeks
Splattered onto my knees
Sprinkled on my elbows
Soft and elegant across my shoulders

I would try to count them
But would get lost in their numbers
I would sit there for hours
Trying to draw constellations
And would end up with little lines all over my body
Filled with words and stories
That would only wash away

When I was little I would ask
"Mother what are these spots?"
"They are kisses from angels" she would say
While brushing my hair
Before school that day

And I would always wonder
Why me?
Why not everyone?
What could make them float to earth?
From their world of down a

lipstick-stained collars the one-of-a-kind
look you shoot
has been duplicated
far too many
times to count.

your eyes must
be made of glass,
the way they
wander so freely
in your sockets.

it's unimaginable
to think that those
callouses on your palms
are the result of work,
instead of your infidelity.

the sickening
scent of your
scandalous second-life
has stained
our love.

it's ridiculous
to expect honesty
from a snake,
or forgiveness
from a shrew.

Sane InsanityHer mind is a dangerous place;
and when left unattended too long
she could lose that precious thing
that we call sanity.

To the white brick walls;
only revealing themselves
to the wind
and the spiders that climb the corners,
leaving webs of fine thread
to capture the dead leaves and
critters she knows not the name of.
Propaganda,
laced with sickly sweet venom;
adulterated with lies.
For if she should remain there too long
she would choose to clean out the cobwebs,
toss out the leaves
and dead bugs,
and scrub the white walls clean of filth.
Because that color so pure,
is the dirtiest white she's seen.

My mind i

MakarI am discovering poetry in lines of genius --
fragments of a broken existence
where only misfit pieces build the puzzle
and discarding the words like carbon dioxide

They are drowning me in a dictionary of experiences --
inhale a panicked definition of life
and exhale an ocean of ink and paper
with no surface in sight

every artist should die for their passion

Beauty in ChaosI watch the pale fabric,
with failed grace,
cascade towards the ground.
A turbine spinning violently,
detaching in a whirlwind,
draining colour from the ocean,
running off with the wind's name,
as the daylight slowly fades to gray.
Reflected in your eyes
is only the sea,
rocking gently back and forth,
while the setting sun steals its beauty.
You take little notice of the indigo chaos
taking place above your absent mind,
where fabric folds disembark
from unsteady wooden pieces
and make their journey downstream.

© 2012

Simply For ZachAn innocent reverie,
an adrenaline rush,
remembered as you speak with me,
through the world's hush.

A childhood fantasy,
of faeries, elves and gryphons,
just another ecstasy,
a memory I have hidden.

An elegant vagary,
a masquerade of truth,
written in your poetry,
discovered within you.

A foolish transparency,
of careless inspiration,
just another lucid dream,
the drug is motivation.

An elicit epiphany,
another way to feel,
your words are a symphony,
an idea that's become real.

A new amphetamine,
of a wayward world,
just another mockery,
I'm but a shell of a girl.

An exact epitome,
overused, cliché,
an anthology

Memories Transfixed In FlamesEverything loved gone, I can't be there
I traded it for an atom bomb
I can't make the smoke, clear
Every memory is now held with pain...

Memories of laughter under
the stars (which are now clouded
by soot) can no longer be retrieved
as I can only hear the
ring-ring ringing of gunfire
and the screams of casualties

and the blasts mingle with the forth of July
echoing all that's left
with blood stinging in my eye
a little boy appears, aged about 5
he's climbing up the rubble
I lurch forward to sound a, No,
as anger encroaches, and his head takes the blow
I think back to when my scolding
was for lesser dangers approaching
"No-

Drinking Lit GasolineI think I'm drowning in your words
as they drip
and soak into my heart
until I'm submerged
in liquid thoughts
I can't handle.
I'm choking.

The thoughts won't come out,
they only scald my throat
leaving the taste of ash in my mouth
because they are your words.
not meant for normal tongues-
and I'm burning from the inside out.
This is what I get, I suppose
for letting you burn a hole in me

It's time I learn to float
and carry myself in debris
and wreckage and destruction-
because they are already cascading
over my waterlogged bones
your eyes are sodden
tinged purple and grayish-blue-
the look of someone
who's spent too

Elegance is Vanity-For hgfdsasdfghEthereal light filtering through,
lilac-coloured sheets of paper,
embalmed with clairvoyance.
Ghostly in pale light,
attracting the eye's wandering gaze
negotiating with the day's fading light.
Coloured shade
encasing the ground with
veiled grace.
A flicker,
nearly invisible on the edge of your peripherals,
indescribable beauty,
the butterfly flutters about,
youthful in its origami form.

© 2012

You Should Get SunglassesLove, even your glass eye wanders.

Death's Beauty- For TheghostsirenA breath lingers upon your lips,
then slips away into the night.
Taken by death's kiss,
to a world of ethereal light.
It whispers words it should have said,
to people long ago.
The thoughts that ran through your head,
the things they should've known.

A breath relinquished so quickly,
by the winds of time.
Pulling you into a fantasy,
on this very night.
Flying over rooftops,
dancing across the clouds,
brushing chimney tops,
embracing all the sounds.

A breath held onto so tight,
as the stars eyes blink.
Under the bright moon's light,
you take a moment to think.
Since the last of your breaths,
was torn away,
you've lost you

Massochist for LoveLove is pain, love is sore
Guess that makes me
A masochistic whore,
Cause your love
Makes me as happy
As a turtle-dove.

Silly Day

along golden rays
where we once caught
crystal waves of wind
and kissed cherubs,

I remember the moment
when you said you loved me.

they were delicate words
as soft as the clouds
we laid on
and as sweet
as the dew drops
we shared.

I remember how
you wrinkled your nose
in embarrassment
and stuttered more
than you had freckles.

we took each other's
hands--
your touch could soothe me
more than any
afternoon breeze.

it was silly,
the day you said
you loved me.

but not as silly
as the day when I said
I loved you too.

Spasibo Bolshoe my body catches
to the wind
who caresses
the curves
of my subtle femininity
(which is more
than you've ever done).

and the sun can
kiss my lips
better than
any mortal mouth
(i love you,
Dažbog).

i can only
speak in tongues
dedicated to the
earth and sky
(which is more
poetic than you
could ever be).

while the moon
welcomes me in
her arms
(at least i
don't need to
wait for her).

could it even
be that i'm
unable to compare
the two?
(not like you'd
be able to compete
anyway).

because with them,
at least my
sacrificial heart
won't rot in vain

(since you've
become a waste
of my time).

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If I blink

by ~thehiddenpath, Aug 18, 2012, 10:01:16 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Concrete Poetry

A blink ago I was sitting on the playground
My sunny red hair pulled into two little pigtails
With the ribbons I had begged my mother to tie into my hair
Because I didn't know how to tie a bow yet
A blink ago I was hiding behind my mother's leg
My first time experiencing something new
A brand new world, a school of new people
But it was then, when I peeked around her knee
When my big brown eyes caught sight of my first love
A blink ago I was on the playground again
When my first love told me that he liked me
I ran away screaming "Gross!"
Because I still believed boys had cooties
A blink ago…
…he held my hand for the first time
And a blink later…
… he kissed me cheek
A blink ago I was in a hallway
Trying not to be trampled by the giants around me
Suddenly aware I was nothing but a speck
Aware that everyone wasn't each other's best friend
A blink ago I walked the hall with my first boyfriend
Followed by the curses of the witches and dragons behind us
Gripping to that one hand to keep from falling
To keep from believing the demons sweet lies
A blink ago I sat on the bathroom floor
The demons taking my love and peace with them
Leaving me a bloody wreck on the tile
Drowning in a sea I had cried from my pain
A blink ago I was in the cafeteria
When the floor fell from under me
And the only friend I had left was my mother
Who was choking and crying with me
A blink ago I was standing before my demon
In a lace white dress
And my hair, like silk, running down my back
And nothing but love and strength in my heart
And I felt pride that I shined so brightly
That the demon couldn't lay its eyes upon me
Now I stand
For the first time
Not daring to blink as I walked into the last four years
Before I would know who I am meant to be
And I fear if I blinked
The next thing I would see is me following my dreams
… meeting my true love
… my body veiled in white and roses
… taking a little girl to school

With her bright red hair pulled into two little pigtails
And the ribbons she had begged me to tie into her hair
Because she didn't know how to tie a bow yet
I want to break my heart a few more times
I want to cry a few more times
I want to laugh a few more times
And knock my demons to the dust
I want to feel as much as possible
Before I blink
And find myself pale, wrapped in velvet
Floating away

If I blinkby ~thehiddenpath

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Concrete Poetry

Well I'm going into higshchool, so i thought i would take a little journey back. This was a bit hard to write. So i think this is only a rough draft

*Hfeather53 Oct 2, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Amazing.

~thehiddenpath Oct 3, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks!

~RancidToxicity Sep 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Very good rough draft, if I may say so (: I could see how time passed and the longing to go back, to remember, to forget.
Lovely poem.

~thehiddenpath Sep 21, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you so much for such a sweet comment!!

~intricately-ordinary Sep 1, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

What a beautiful way of capturing time, in blinks

~thehiddenpath Sep 1, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

It's really true. The other day I was walking in the hallway of highschool, starting my second week, and realized that no matter how many times I blinked, the day I graduate, today will only have been a blink ago

~Contradictory55 Sep 1, 2012 Student Writer

Wow. I love how it's in hindsight, how everything is just a moment ago to the narrator, and then in the end, it all seems to begin again...

~thehiddenpath Sep 1, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

thank you

. I love how you explained it!<3

~Contradictory55 Sep 2, 2012 Student Writer

My pleasure!

=EvelynTaliette Sep 1, 2012 Student Writer

Beautiful poem here, really introspective and personal. The hardest things, sometimes, are looking back at your memories and discovering all the trips, falls, and triumphs that make you who you are today. Well done

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