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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.

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

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.

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.

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

Rising from Rock Bottom

What more can one wish for at the end of the counting of blessings?
Past the limit of their greatest efforts and exhausted breaths?

What love is should be tested, and if true, never broken.
Immortal to beyond a dying breath, where patience is our only friend with faith.

Holding hands and walking through Hell with your head high
and a love for your lover coursing through your veins.

Through thick and thin stays the course on which I tread,
while loving you with each and every step.

For better or worse, until death do we part only to later meet
and love one another again and forever. Persevere, my love, for I am with you always.

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

The Passing of a LifeI've got little left to say.
The dust has since settled,
but my memories linger on.
This old mustang has gotten me far,
But the reality is still stinging.

I can feel your touch,
I can hear your singing.
By the highway streetlight I can see you,
Looking down at me from the stars.

I couldn't think there.
The house was a hollow shell,
A portrait of an old life.
I sold it, packed the car, and hit the road,
Running from the ghost of you.

I can smell your hair,
I can taste the love we had.
By the salt of my tears I remember you,
Smiling from across the table.

I decided to drive away.
To run from a cold grave,
A clean marble headstone.
You were

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

Thief of HeartsYou descend upon me
like the night,
softly enshrouding me,
dream like I surrender
feeling myself lost,
you hold me in suspension
upon dark shrouds
of raven rings
which carry us away,
you are no ordinary thief,
but a thief of hearts
you eluded all my senses
and my fate was sealed
long before ever I knew it,
and yet you are not the only
one with secrets,
I who once danced in the moon
with trickster spirit,
I hold the key which open the doors
to your soul, kept in a box
with no lid nor lock,
so thusly we have managed
to irrevocably capture
one another.

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The light could save a soul
The sun cold melt away a sin
And return what Lonely stole

Once upon a daydream
I got to see you smile
A daydream just too beautiful
Real could never reconcile

Once upon a daydream
I wished I wouldn't wake
For I'd lose the sweetest lie
Reality could ever take

The only dream I wantTears glisten under moonlight like a thousand tiny stars
They dance on your cheek as lovers would a floor
I wipe your tears away with shakey finger tips
Kissing them away til they are nothing more

This is all a dream I've had
The only dream I'd ever want
I watch it over again and again
My heart its favorite haunt

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by ~Darckazuee, Mar 11, 2005, 1:18:11 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

What is it like to bind your limbs in lace?
To control your very being?
My own little doll of ceramic beauty.
Your are more than my pretty face.
Lace is what holds you to me.
Wrapped around my fingers you dance upon my desk.
I control your every movement and yet me you don't resent.
You come when I call you because i move you my self.
I broke your spirit long ago and you love me for it.
Until I find another doll to brake you are mines forever.
Defiantless yet full of vigor inspired by my finger.
I move you to and fro and for now you will go.
The shattered ceramic of the others lie mangled at your feet.
Brake our binding bond of lace and rest forever in pieces.
Oh yes, like the mangled nothings at your feet.

laceby ~Darckazuee

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a like this one. All I can really say is this that my poem is what I feel many men want in a women.

~etherealbeing Mar 11, 2005

um....pardon my boldness of opinion. romantic? that was one of the most unromantic poems i've ever read. romance being a dream? impossible? to be a true romantic is to be a dreamer of impossibilities...sure-if you're not a romantic at all. what your poem described was not love. it was controlling, cold, fake...love is none of those things. it seemed more like a cool sexual fantasy. not impossible to have...just find a sex slave to your dominating core. there are willing folk out there, you know. nice writing.

!teenagekiss Mar 11, 2005

I really enjoyed this though some parts I was confused because of grammatical errors, but writers should not care of those kind of errors; they can always be fixed. But I thought this was a great poem. Really good work keep it up.

~munirah7 Mar 11, 2005

it's.. *sighs*
brutally true. yet romantic.
you've woven contradiction into a thing of beauty.

~Darckazuee Mar 11, 2005 Hobbyist Writer

A true romantic is not a romantic but a dreamer of impossibilities. It is romantic yes but it is an impossiblity. A mere dream of an aspect I believed was true. Such is why I am a romantic. Brutallity is mans common answer to the inevitability of things, that is why the primality of man factors in so much here. Man is brutal, such love is impossible and yet I write on. Although this sort of love is not a possibility the impossible is almost always inevitable. Thank you fellow romantic for understanding.

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