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Not Just a Moonlight Tryst"Stop driving so fast." Laura commented mildly. She'd been bothering him about his driving since they were sixteen, so Damien didn't think much of it at the time.

They were doing nearly ninety on the moonlit roads in the northern reaches of Washington, slowing only occasionally to negotiate a difficult bend in the road. The tree-lined roadway was devoid of traffic, but that was no surprise at almost two in the morning.

"There's no cops. It'll be fine," he replied.

"It isn't cops I'm worried about."

"We've been making this drive most weekends for almost ten years now. You know I'm a good driver," he saw Laura nod out of the corner of his e

To me, from meIt pains but heals you so
To turn your back
On the feelings you know

They surround and guard you
In your oven kept warm
Don't open the door
You will get burned

Your underworld so dark
Yet I see
your layers, pulled apart
they become me

I bask in your elusive train of thought
Left on edge
Not knowing if it will stop

These walls that were built
Conceal my heart
And the truth that lay within

Racing through the forest
That is my mind
What has happened?
Why am I so confined?

Resilience slides by
You think unnoticed
I've seen your kind
It's been my focus

Each embrace
In my thoughts, they're stained
I don't want to let

The Night will LastThe time has passed
the sun has gone
The night will last
so let out a yawn
Rest your head
as you fall asleep
Forget about your troubles
and don't say a peep
The night will last
so let your eyelids close
Let your body become limp
from your head to your toes
Forget about your worries
forget about your sins
Listen to your heartbeat
as the night settles in

My latest obsessionI'm dancing on broken glass,
Jerking like a stringless marionette on speed.

Bodies P u L s E with blood
And bleed vodka into the strobe lights,
Flashing waves.

Flesh lit purple, green, gold,
Faces contorted with fervour bordering on pain.
Restless hands shift up and down,
Tug a necklace,
Flutter like lace in the wind.

But there is no air,
Just smoke and the contents of other lungs.
Careless intimacy,
Grasping waists and hands to keep above the crush.
Pressed close to beautiful strangers.

You are here.
Somewhere close but unreachable in the crowd.
You, my latest obsession,
My oncoming train.

I know this will hurt.

Sleeping MemoryTo sleep is to fade..
Unknowing what could possibly,
Await you this evening.

Do they invade your dreams?
Diminishing it into a nightmare.
Or does he find you?

The sweet scent,
You knew so well.
Vivid to your unconscious mind.

His touch,
From calloused hands,
Smooth against flesh.

His appearance,
Is a joy yet a terrible
Misery.

Even awake,
He haunts you.
Taunts you with his laugh.

He broke you,
Bruised you,
Shattered you became.

Who are you to escape?
He coaxes you every time...
Temptation always wins.

The delicious apple,
That Eve took in hand.
He's the downfall of something

Sweet.

He was everything.

But you

Small DosesThat sticky, uncomfortable annoyance
When it's so hot your pants stick to your legs.

Your fleeting rapid thoughts
That spread like the plague.

My mind is nothing to toil with
It reaches far beyond your length.
I'm a pawn in my own game.

Tangle, whipped, chained, lock
I am my own fortress
I can't be stopped.

Resilient, persistent, strong and bold
Watch out for her heart, it's cold.

Broken, battered, cut and bruised
I've seen more than you would ever choose.

Bandaged, stitched, glued and torn
I heal quick and dive for more.

Tired, weak, empty, alone
I've bathed in this when I need to mourn.

Happy, elated, flutter, fright
Circ

Radiation of Rotten RomanceAh to watch your hair flutter
Flowing delicately in drafts of wind
I see the hand of creation
And yet the envy of exquisite eternity

Ah, but you and I, we alas are apart
The radiation of rotten romance
A wicked emanation of ironic nothingness
And yet a true showing of time's laugh

I stand here in this frigid room
Subject to an eternal cycle of repetition
The benevolent hands of creation, oh so holy?
Who would think they could be so malevolent?

RegressDark swelling eyes with circles underneath
reek the havoc of the peace you try to seek

You can no longer hide
Behind your veil so white
The words spoken are eating you alive

You refuse to comprehend
And face what you fear
You float and Bob,
Trying to swim with your beer

You choose to fight this battle on your own
Dumbass! Just pick up the phone

People are close,
Closer than you think
Like a stalker in the daylight
When they're weak

I want to scream
And spit pity in your face
Empty the hurt
That dwells in your case

Fighting with a ghost
Yeah, that's real sane
I worry you wont come back
You need to feel the pain

I'm done

BlossomsBlossoms

The evidence of spring's arrival is unconcealed
As the rosy pink petal dance in the breeze
Blown free of the massive tree
That stands as an ultimate testament to time
Blossoms bloom from its gnarled branches
They are delicate, like any flower
Spreading beauty and bringing happiness to heart
There stands the cherry blossom tree, in all its ancient grandeur

MY WINTER EQUINOXFalling, slowly falling, snowflakes intertwine
themselves with the crystal maelstorm in my veins,
I feel them melt the noisy grime from my skin
moonlight pale, sometimes I wish I could glaze me
in the tears and haze of Spring's gentle unfurls-
but Winter has always been more real to me, her
bloodline pulses with the essence of Purity,
and Eternity pine-scented, her snowflakes help me
to find my tears as she melts me into an endless
kiss, but I still wish for the frosty Stars to
smile their light on my bruised lips and cleanse
away the blemishes from my warm white interpretations
-then I would be free, I feel her compel my hurt
to

There was No Way This Could be a Fair FightTowering feet taller,
glaring down, freezing cold eyes.

Pit in stomach growing deeper,
prickling frail fingers.

Stare up, swallow hard,
step forward.

The Price of SolitudeI hate going to bed.
There's always something about
the dark-and-quiet stillness
that rapid-fires my past into
the raging black ocean of my thoughts.
The calm, comforting darkness
takes the form of teethed angry beasts
and they sink their fangs into my
old scars which were forgotten years ago.
Their maws rip at me,
tearing my lumpy flesh asunder
and the only comfort I find
is the warm sensation of the
exquisite crimson they leave
within the recesses of my soul,
because it reminds me I still live to feel the pain.
I hate going to bed alone. But,
it's always darkest before the dawn,
and
the worst nightmares come
before slee

44 Maskshe wears many masks
beneath
his sandpaper words
his glassy tones
his marble eyes
burying emotion with the dead
and refusing to let it root

his mask is silence

labored limbs
finger-claws
and wing-tipped whispers
birth by the wisping wind itself
the weeping must be torn from his lungs
his pauses not pregnant but hollow

his mask is doctrine

he answers in questions
denies truth past the balances
empty structures
shrouded and mute
perching responses in bedridden statues
we are tombstones and
our lips never move

his mask is lies

razorwire secrets
shards of deceit
amidst dust and salvation
jungle submission
scars twisted

77. TestamentDear heir, whoever you may be
My testament is what you now see.

You get all my money, do as you please
Save it or spent it mindless with ease
I am deceased, so why should I care
When you are alive and my lawful heir?
You inherit all I owned before I was dead
After the last line of my last will you've read
Even my corpse is now in your hands
Do as you like, I don't have plans.
Everything material, I couln't care less!
It's nice for a living without distress
But now that I'm gone, I have no need
For any of it. Still for one thing I plead:

Remember me, my heir, remember more than my name.
Remember who I was, remember my glory and

Voices...They are just voices in my head,
but they keep singing
I need you, to find myself

A grain of sand
once a rock hanging from the cliffs,
sunny and golden
now pale white, yellow, rusty brown

The rain on my hand
returns to the mirror
where once your face was
translucent crystal, clear diamond

This pain is more than a brand
new shadow on my skin
it's older than this shoreline, shells and rainbows
it grows... and grows

Salty tears, waves from the sea
where I enter, once again
holding the green door key
slowly drowning me

They are just voices in my head,
but they keep singing
I need you, to find myself

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MARCH
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by ~kiwi2191, Jan 10, 2013, 8:14:05 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Pride himself would kneel before you,
placing his crown of thorns at your feet;
staring at your lifeless eyes in defeat.

Gluttony is ever by your side,
awaiting the fresh meat
you will provide him to eat.

Sloth challenges you as always,
but remains conquered still.
No one can defeat your rigid will.

You harbour Wrath in chains
made out of your own sweat and toil.
Released only when your strength wanes,
He never really sees the light.

Envy forever runs in your veins,
laughing with glee and causing you pain.

Lust, how she loves your lilting lies!
So casually spoken yet such cruelty they hide.

You believe yourself to be above them all,
a King of your own plight.
But Greed scoffs and lets you live in your dreams,
For He is the true master,
the reason for your hunger.

Humanby ~kiwi2191

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

This is for the Free Verse Workshop given by The Writers Workshop.

The devices used in this poem are -
Personification
Alliteration
Rhythm and rhyme

The basic concept behind this poem is that we as human beings are never really free from the seven sins. We can perhaps gain control over a few of them but that's about it. Some way or the other we are a slave to our baser emotions.

Just some questions which could help me out:

1) Does this poem convey the concept mentioned above?
2) Does it have an impact on you in the sense that - does it make you think?

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Hope that I have been able to portray this in the poem.
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