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a ratio of freckles to starsvirginia,

you are floating away in
every direction:

a universe
of sunlight & marrow bones
i want to know

your touch
had vertigo then--
a certain horse sadness

i remember how you
would swallow the stars:
watch them glow through your cheeks

(no one told you
what they thought of light & dying
of being a constellation
drawn across your face)

you are the milky way:
a firefly drowning

but i will trail you--
hold your coat above the water

(a star
exploding a million miles away
with a number for a name)

This is my girlfriend.This is my girlfriend.
I found her all on my own.
She’s little,
And broken.
But still good.
Yeah,
Still good.

cool breeze across sultry skinorange morning
riverside
in the wind
reeds bend
like backs
yours arches
like a bridge
in my breath
and my two lips cross
your soft skin connection
to reach the end
the heartland
open and waiting for me

There isThere is;

Joy in your laughter, music in your voice
Dance in your step, confidence in your stride
Pride in your heart, tranquility in your mind
Sweetness in your smile, fierceness in your eyes
Comfort in your presence, tenderness in your embrace

Nothing quite compares

CountermelodiesWhen it begins,
it’s like discovering
the decadence of music.
Perhaps your breath hitches
on the cello carrying the countermelody.
It reminds you of their voice,
as they warm spices in the kitchen
and you’d wrap your arms around them from behind,
like the horns come up from under
and saturate the harmony.
Their body feels familiar in all different ways,
a second listen granted to a beautiful movement.

You can’t tell them you repeat
the first song they showed you
because it smells like their skin
If you listen close enough.
And they can’t tell you that
they try to harmonize with your
speaking voice on the phone

Dancing with the Fairies EnglandxReader

Emerald leaves, orange light,
Swaying bluebells, pink clouds,
Rustling trees, calling birds,
In the stillness of the forest.

We wandered from the gravel path,
Careful where we trod,
Not to crush the innocent flowers,
That tinted a fine fragrance.

Past the great oak,
Beyond the pine and beech,
Our fingers entwined together,
My hand locked safely in his.

Great gorges and steep cliffs,
We passed before an opening,
Where light shone through gracefully,
Catching on mysterious forms.

The rosebay willowherb seeds
Floated and waltzed effortlessly
Through the air and caugh

A Lack of EloquenceYou told me you wanted to be a writer someday
And I couldn't help but wonder if you'd ever written about me
I went home and tried to write something beautiful about you
But I couldn't find the words
I don't know how to describe the kindness in your eyes
Or the way your voice sends shivers down my spine
Or how you linger in my dreams at night
No matter how I string my words together
They never quite seem to do you justice
You must forgive me for my lack of eloquence
And understand all the things I'm trying to tell you
When at last, for all my trying, the only words I have are these:
"I love you, I love you, I love you"

You are a bittersweet beauty with hips that lie.Do I crave you because I crave a intense muse?

Poetry flows from my lips.

My heart bruises,

soul feels ripped.

I still want you.

I don’t need you.

I want you.

I want your flesh upon mine.

Whiskey lips and hips that don’t lie.

Bone against bone.

My body is my home.

Experience the bittersweet beauty.

BeautySmiling into the sunshine I go,
the warm rays on my face as I walk.
The world around me is vibrant,
every color rushing to meet my gaze.
The world seems as if it is waiting for me,
opening its beauty to my eyes.
A drop of water touches my face,
from the sky they fall,
bringing out new color and life.
I sit in the rain as around me it falls.
I would try to find the most beautiful things,
but you are the most beautiful thing of all.

It hurtIt hurt you know,
Falling for you.

I felt very bump and bang,
Every bruise and break.
I tried to hold on,
I tried to slow down,
I tried to stop.
But it was inevitable.
Gravity was too much,
It kept pulling me down
To you.

And when I landed,
When I hit the ground
At your feet
I could barely breathe.
It was too much
For anyone to handle
Let alone me.

But I watched you reach down,
And felt you pick me up.
You gathered together
All my broken pieces
And worked for days
Making me whole again.

It took time
But I finally realised
That for me to fall down to you
Meant that you
Had fallen too.

So once I was rebuilt
I searched for your missing p

Eternal LoveI never thought this day would come so soon.
And yet I always knew it was to come.
For we are nothing but another side of each other.
For all those years we were two sides of a single coin,
Spinning round and round but never facing one another, never meeting.
But those days have passed. We have joined in more ways than one.
And now we complete each other, black and white, white and black…
Different but the same. We will always continue to fly under the same sky.
Together. Nothing else matters but the connection we share.
This connection which binds us, it runs through our veins, through our blood, long before we ever met.
Eternal. Like the symbols that matched our colours and understood our souls.

let's play pretendplease hold me close and keep your eyes shut
i'll become the girl who broke your heart
and you'll be the boy who broke mine

ThiefCant you see she's a thief?
She stole your heart
And your breath
Now she's stealing your last name.

Happy Birthday Fox!Every moment spent with you,
Everything which we once knew,
Is now melting into the past,
You and I, our futures last.

Together our souls burn bright,
Like a hearth and candlelight,
Late night talks or daylight hours,
Poems about us, or poems about flowers,

Though we are so far apart.
You are forever engraved in my heart,
Each passing second with you,
Is worth a lifetime to me.

Eternity.Love.
There aren’t any words that can explain our love.
You smiles with your eyes,
You brighten the world with your laugh,
This love sparkles brighter than the moon,
And the burning sun.
You lights the darkness
You stand out from the flock.
Every kiss is the softest touch,
This love is a soft beauty.
The thought of knowing you are mine
Is like a time of magic
The night we met was endless magic
Dancing in the moonlight is a magical moment
That I always forever cherish
I will love you till infinity ends
Like ying and yang, you and me
Eternity

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by ~gothiksquirrel, Dec 7, 2009, 4:09:59 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

_{didn't your mother ever tell you
to turn the water off when you're finished?
swivel the faucets so that silver glints
in the incorrect direction and
the porcelain seems that all is right
in a your microcosm world.

but she also said never judge a book
by its cover, and the world is not right
in fact, it's falling apart. it's absolutely
left and we're red lights without a green
turn arrow. i guess the sink is leaking.

there's only so much you can do to stay
friendly to your mother (nature) and
you never flip the switch. clutch my spine
and sigh, "waste not, want not." because
you're not wasting my love.

but you don't want it either.}

wasteby ~gothiksquirrel

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_{for the prompt "waste."}

~Wildfire222 Dec 28, 2009

This was fantastic! I love the theme, it was really interesting.

Again, the ending is really strong and puts a very definite the end to the piece.

I really like the beggining to this one too

Actually, I pretty much just loved the entire thing.

Great job!

*Phyllipa Dec 8, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

That was amazing, I loved it!!

~gothiksquirrel Dec 8, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

_{awww, thanks. [:}

*Phyllipa Dec 8, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

You're welcome

~rom-maniac Dec 8, 2009

"But while I'm brushing my teeth and having so much fun,
I never let the water run."

~gothiksquirrel Dec 8, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

_{ha, i like it. [:}

~rom-maniac Dec 8, 2009

It's from a Barney song. ^_~

~gothiksquirrel Dec 8, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

_{i used to ADORE barney. i do not recall that song, however. ... sometimes i still sing the cleanup song. XD}

~rom-maniac Dec 8, 2009

Pfft. Used to? Not enough dedication. Oh man, I totally forgot about that song until now. I sing Growing and the rainbow song, along with the tooth brushing one that I quoted.

~gothiksquirrel Dec 9, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

_{OH I SING THE RAINBOW SONG ALL THE TIME. i don't know what order they go in unless i sing it. ... roy g. biv is a lie. i don't know this growing song? i shall have to youtube it.}

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