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Your Little DollControl my every move
my rise and my fall
everything at your command
like I was your little doll.

I have no choice
what else was I to do?
you say that you love me
so I'll believe that it's true.

Who knows what real love is?
maybe this is wrong
can't even control my own breath anymore
can only sing your song.

You tell me I must follow
what would happen if I don't?
"that's not an option" you say
with your hand around my throat.

I must get out of this god forsaken place
how did this go so far?
we were in love, we had it all
now there's shackles around my heart.

I'll run as fast as I can
finally out of your arms
bruised mind, scarred heart
b

Smell...and be stimulated!

jasmine in the air
a rose at her peak
the dew of the morn
freshly cut hay

the scent of her perfume
the aftershave you bought him
the morning after
a newborn's skin

a zoo at sunset
the everglades at noon
the jungle at dawn
a sea breeze from the east

his sweat on Calgary
the stench of death
the freshness of his garments
the fragrant new morning

"The aroma of life is for us to enjoy,
the fragrance of living surrounds us.
With a wealth of fine odors for Him to employ,
He assures us He's loving and just."

Time Is The Cure

Time Is The Cure

Right hand of destruction
Left hand of creation

It's a never ending cycle
A fatal revival caught in a downward spiral

I tear down reality’s mask
As I build up a truth to give hope a chance

The veiled darkness decays
The guiding light fades

I let go of an old pain
As new tears wash it away
-
The sun always rises
The moon always sets

The rain subsides
The storm is put to rest

Clouds confide / Memories detest
Skies collide / Cries confessed

Light shines / Dark regrets
Pain hides / Peace professed

A new day awaits
An old night forgotten

Tomorrow I shall awake
To cradle what remains unbroken
-
I can't erase my mista

Freaks ShowFingers scratching at my wrist,
Wanting a beautiful kiss.
The lips they know too well,
Gradually I feel my mind compelling,
Back to almost a month ago,
When I was still apart of the freak show.
Dancing on the stage,
With a pointy blade,
Focused on a luscious vein.
The oh's and ah's of the crowd causes pain,
I finally notice how different I really am.
I finally notice there is nothing I can,
Do to pick up the glass without getting cut.
I finally noticed that all I am is a nut.
I finally noticed that deep down I'm in the freak show for life,
I can no longer hide and fight,
The true me when it's thriving to come out.
In this moment I do doubt,
T

A Father's FarewellShh honey, don't cry
It's gonna be okay
Daddy's going away for awhile
But he'll be back to stay

No my little angel
You can't come this time
But I won't be gone long
Just something I have to find

Take care of your mother darlin'
She just doesn't understand
But watch the window in December
I'll be home as soon as i can

Take this, My necklace
A piece of me you won't forget
Wear it to help you sleep at night
When life fills you with fret

Now go, my dear child
Tell your mother I have gone
I won't be back tomorrow
But I won't be gone for long

2012: Memories and ResolutionsAs 2012 came to an end, I was once again reminded of how short life is.

In the final days, I attended two funerals.

One was for a baby boy who I never had the chance to know

And although he was not my son -- I knew the pain, all too well.

No matter how tiny the foot prints they'll stay with you; even after five years.

The other....

was for a remarkable woman,

who gave me many years of great memories.

Both have left a hole in my heart.

2013 starts off feeling so empty and a need for something more.

What is my resolution for this year?

I'll try harder than ever to mend this broken relationship that I swore was done not so long ago.

Don't Ask For MeScraped skin on your knees I see,
Bearing compliments and a single flower with a droop in its neck,
Smothering the stem between your fingers, you clasp your hands
You beg and plead for a favor from me

You're mouthing these words into nearly full-blown paragraphs,
And you fill your mouth with saliva, almost drooling
As if they were waves crashing against an insubstantial barrier,
Your lips open and close with every utter,
And you describe the beauty of me,
And you soak your words with a depression that is almost touching,

And yet your eyes don't have the same feeling

You say that you want to be my knight,
Once more,
And you say that your he

Entwine like Vines

Come with me on wayward dreams

Catch the wind on sailor’s leaves

Climb with me on favored tree

Conceive with me and plant the seed

It’s where it all started can’t you see?

Special place we both grew up as one

Feeding of the warming sun

Growing higher just for fun

You and me

Me and you

Always one

Entwined as two

Wrapping, warming; serpent hugs.

Taller, tougher; my Clementine.

Squirming, slippery; kiss like slugs

Constricting, cinching; bonding vines.

Entwine like vines

Entwine like vines

One heart

One body

One soul

One mind

You and me

Me and you

Always one

Entwined as two.

A note for what used to be.My mind is in shambles
Please help set me free
I can't help but ramble
Knowing you're not with me

I hate that I hurt you
A scar left on my mind
Warm feelings gone cold
A frozen heart you will find

I should've made you my queen
But I waited way to long
I gave in to self esteem
Came back and you were gone

So I'll slip you this little note
Hoping and praying you will see
Because I know this for a fact
You are completely done with me

HATEYou try too hard to think
That it's not the case
That hate is just born like that
But what you deny
Is the truth
Hate can be born out of love
And envy
Even though you know it
Inside of you there is this
Little voice that whispers the truth
You try hard to ignore it
And not to see it
And to mask it
You hate more
But in the end you are
Just a person who
Lusts for love...
Don't hide it
And don't run away from yourself
Just face it and you will see more clearly...

innocenceYou may have it
But you you may lose it
It's such a simple thing to lose
But when it's lost
You look for it again
You try to have it once more
But what to do?
It's already gone
So you pretend
You lie
You fake yourself
You try hard
but instead of that you could
have just cherished yourself
before you get sullied
now it's too late
once it's gone
it will never come back…

A SongA bugle to the weary ear
Removes all dreams of kingdom come,
Recedes the soldier's fallen tear
And bellows his heart with the drum,
As clamors shield on pointed spear
And sings a euphony of home,
Each dying troop with closing breath
Attends a symphony of death.

A lover's welter and his woe
Seeks a violin's weeping strain,
For melody melts spite and snow
Which haunts the sinking, swooning swain,
And thus forgiven, flame and foe
Which brewed the draught of lover's bane,
Ascends the tune, a breath of June
A heart in summer 'neath the lune.

An oboe wakes a human note
In crystal seas where saints have drowned,
A grand piano

No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you were
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced

Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead

Dear destructive ten

Aaron GreenHe has four patients in analysis,
who lie on the couch, and six patients
who come in for psychotherapy
and sit in a chair.

A vivid, impatient,
unsmiling face--
professorial clothes
subdued tie
black modern sofas
beige carpets
reproductions of modern
art, an unswerving classical
Freudian sort.

I remember the agreeable warmth
of the low-ceilinged,
dimly lit room.
A cozy lair.

From these early, unimagi

In your garden yesterdayIn your garden yesterday
which you lodge among many loves:
a gentle, wishful sway
below the florid eaves;

I noticed the quiet leaves
had weathered each cruel ray
to foster the foxgloves
that flowered today.

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ShatterLife is like a glass
Weakening over the years,
Being battered by storms
Until one day, it breaks.

Some are broken relatively quickly
Whether by accident
Or by-
Other events.

Mine has been cracked
and is slowly turning to dust...

Here I am.
This rope strangling my neck ever so gently
Like a lover's caress
Freedom for my weary spirit is only a step away
This is the last time.

Shatter.

EmptyMy heart is a bottomless fjord
and deep beneath the waves
there is nothing but void.

The Timber HeartI walked along a winding path through wintry wood.
There were both evergreens and deciduous trees,
A heap of dilapidated skeletons with a lush thriving pine or spruce here and there
A dusting of snow coating the frosted pine needles
having sapped nutrition from the long-gone leaves of the withered trees.
The veins of the Earth, pumping life back into the soil.
I stopped, snow crunching beneath the weight of my footfalls,
and touched the rough bark of what was once a large oak cloaked in emerald.
I moved my hand along the flesh of the tree, closing my eyes, and
I could feel a faint pulsing reverberating through each and every molecule of the Oak's being.
Slowly, I felt as it faded away until it was none existent.
Whether it was the stinging, ravenous cold numbing my fingers as if they had been severed or-
Next to the tree there was a small mound of dirt that appeared out of place as if something
had been buried there in the frozen hard ground.
What could it be? A memento to the past? An

WhisperI am wide awake when you whisper behind me.
I hear your sharp tone as you hiss your destructive incantations.
Every hushed word resonating through my head with a weight attached,
dragging me down into the deep chasms.
There's that terrible ache again in my stomach;
I am wide awake when you cut me with your knives.
I guess I was so busy watching my back,
that I forgot pay attention to what was in front.

i am nothing. who are you?Clocks and designer clothes
Chasing endless rhythms of tick-tocks
Follow the line, straight and true
Like everyone else, do as they do
You'll be fine
Fish suffocating in evaporating ponds
Their choice to stay
Live with no regrets just-
Live and let go
Let go of it all, there's no point in clinging on
A pumping black hole shattered and cracked
i am nothing. who are you?

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New Year, New Skin

by *IntricateSunlight, Jan 14, 2013, 1:42:56 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

To think at the beginning of last year it was you and I
holding hands;

you and I standing alone against the world

Now that it is a new year,

you are but a scar.

New Year, New Skinby *IntricateSunlight

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

A poem I wrote about an hour after 2013 began, sorry if I am a little late submitting it. This is the 'sister' poem to "Dawn of a New Year" in a sense considering that they are both about the New Year and were basically written back to back. The third poem I wrote just after the New Year began is in a class of it's own and will be submitted when I come up with a title for it, but it's one of my favorites.

Anyway, enjoy~

And here is "Dawn of a New Year" in case you missed it:

Dawn of a New Year

It is morning, a new dawn

Birds sing tunes of joy

The wind itself hums along in delight

Perhaps this year I will end this sorry life

I know I am just simply terrible.

~PearlsCat Jan 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

That last line hits you like a freight train. I absolutely love it.

*IntricateSunlight Jan 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks, feels nice having hit someone with a freight train. I'm glad you liked it.

Also, I like your profession

~PearlsCat Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Haha, thanks!

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