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Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer

For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of

The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.

SpeakeasyI can feel you like a phantom,
sensation without touch,
like breath in winter
or a misty mountain morning
that stays with me
until the stars fall in evening.

Your eyes contain the secrets
your lips would dare to betray,
but your body tells the story
and I am trying
to read between the lines
of your paperback smiles.

A grazing touch, a covert glance,
the memories remain
as skin grows warm and red
beneath lying fingertips
that claim incidental contact
a thousand times a day.

Of course,
it's not the kind of thing we say
when we are speaking
without talking and feeling
without touching
and thinking without knowing...

all of the things

Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet

(you tell me to be
quiet,

dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)

tonight
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name

my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words

you tell me to be
quiet
so I can hear the world breathe)

I want to go home

Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.

We Can't Be Together.Every kiss you plant on my lips,
Takes a little bit of my soul away.

You're stealing the passion,
You're invading my heart,
And killing what emotion I've left untouched.
Stop this.
I can't love you.

I've tried to before,
Oh my god,
Have I tried.

Tried to unlock the doors to myself,
Tried to open up,
And let you in.
But as soon as I took one look,
Negativity took it's opportunity,
And struck the hot iron I'd been molding.

Every word you mutter
My knees falter under
You're killing me

You're my kryptonite
I'm your paradise
But in this odd peace that seems to be approaching
I can't find happiness.

We aren't meant to be together
But this

WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.

I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze

like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.

Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;

safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.

Poet as PainterThe world
Your dusty palette,
The pen
Your muddied paintbrush:

Dip into
The impossible
Colour
Of imagination

And stain
The pristine slate
With an
Image distilled.

Dry Spell I am immobilized by time.
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
fleeting,
evaporating
through the cracks of
my fingers and high

above my head.
I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
words,
silences,
or actions
could possibly satiate it.

I realize only now that it can never be filled:
all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
or stretched
so far
that it dissolves into non-being.
I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devo

with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
and sleep-heavy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
optic nerves,
and here you are:
facing a choice between
on
and
out.
and this?
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
weightless ache--
this is what
gone
feels like.

BoyfriendI thought you were good.

You WERE good.

You played with my hair.

You held me when I cried.

You were a gentleman.

You made me laugh.

You kissed me.

You loved me.

I loved you.

It was then that I learned the truth.

The dirty, rotten, stinking truth.

About you!

You cheated.

You played with her hair.

You kissed her.

You loved her.

You made her laugh.

I saw you – don’t you dare deny it.

I saw you giving her that love.

That same love you gave me.

I break up with you.

You don’t even seem to care.

Did you ever love me at all?

Or was it only ever her?

Much later, you’ll realize what a mistake you made.

I

You Don't Know ItYou don't know it, but you kept me sane
I nearly went over the edge
With a knife in one hand and a gun in the other
But you grabbed me
Pulled me back on my own two feet
Emptied my hands
And when you realized that I couldn't stand on my own
You hugged me
Like a mother would do for her child
Like a friend would do for, dare I say, another friend

You don't know it, but when you saved me
I felt free
I felt wanted
I felt needed
I felt, dare I say, loved

You don't know it, but when you showed me kindness
I fell in love
In love with your kindness
That same sweet kindness you saved me with
It felt like I found a new home
One that I could be, dare

untitledGold abundant at your feet,
Heart ripe and pumping on your sleeve,
And eternal admiration;
To say happiness has evaded you
Would be asylum-esque lunacy
For you have nothing to lose,
Fate is on your side,
The odds are in your favor infinitely
Do not waste the gift you’ve received

Pull Her Hair/Stare At The StarsThe ghosts have crashed their ship
on the other side of town,
you can see it from the second floor
all the way over here.
You can see the white clouds
rising from the wreck
and a nova of heat, a big bright
nova of warmth pulling the moths and wolves
out from the woods (with their noses up and searching).
You can smell the yearning like bees
leaving the hive, like the grizzly brown bears
on the jagged white mountains (concrete and imposing).
They call it fear,
but I see these ghosts
scrambling up into the sky
and I like to think it's
something different entirely.

PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink

A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint

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The Lament Of Just A FriendGo ahead

Bring out the best in me

Be the best thing I've ever known

Turn the dust to diamond shavings

Bring me down on my knees

Praying please, my God, please

Just give us a chance

Show me a world that has a sun

Tell me tales till morning comes

Go ahead

Be my best friend

Make me quake and shiver till I die

Let the thought of you bring me back to life

Change my heart

Steal my soul

Pull me up out of my hole

Make me your wondrous work of art

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by ~AloiseBrennan, Jun 24, 2012, 8:13:31 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Simple attic form
A pirouette in this twisted fashion
Mind set flawless
Gut flowing between the veins of right
Despite the bridge to the north
The left hand knows not its place
And my shadow hides on the bookshelf

Flapping hearts heads words around

and yet she sees nothing
no danger strangles the ankles
foreign bits yes but those claws do not consume
are there eagles circling the fire

Spin and walk in a straight tape
Stand back oh foul texture of metal
Thy poison doth not sting my breast
You know it is all air over fingers
More like a tightrope act

swift is a chair upon the face
to boil in hate and swim in the mire
no sacrifice suffices for the truth quite
simply as the ballerina turns to paper

He cannot bear to knock in fear of flying backwards

These cards are on strings
Being pulled by a horse and buggy
Led by skeleton in a top hat
Eyes scorching green
Armani suit of the first prototype
More like a robe swathing like a murderous shroud

Hear the bees in your ears mutter accusations
Declarations of war to create peace
So unholy the lion has been made
We stand as lemmings before a chess board

Simple attic form
Do not retaliate in anguish
It is only the silly demeaning thoughts of men
Hoping to scope out the depths of the sea
And the edge of heaven
Only to prove that they choose not to believe in their own existence
Before the child of fire and water laps out of their tray
Spitting it back with vengeance
Redeeming the sickness with its own disease
Crushing the mouth of the snake by fist
Wearing the skeleton inside by will
Driving forth a chariot with a whip for all the blame and deeds
Of bypassers who keep knives in their closet and guns in their step

Dance in your best clothing to burn
Walls of frothing shadow
Consume stars gone gray
Cream of justice flacked by sorrow
Life dying in birth as a tale ends in song
A word to the apprentice
All is misunderstood
Yet all shall come to pass in truth

Cardinal Offense Mechanismby ~AloiseBrennan

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I had to write something. I sat down and just started spouting words, regardless of coherence and meaning. I decided that it didn't have to be about me. Not all of my poetry has to be. It made no sense at all to me, and I honestly don't know what all of this means. But I know that for someone out there, it will be perfectly understood because it was rather meant for them. Just that odd feeling that I needed to write, and someone will need to read this and something will come out of it. No idea who you will be and what it will inspire for you, but whoever you are that needs to see this poem and can decipher the true meaning behind it, thank you for giving me something to do for fifteen minutes

~xx5killar5xx Jul 1, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Really enjoyed this one, had my head going in circles. Great Work!!!

~AloiseBrennan Jul 1, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks! I guess it's okay to have your head going in circles for a bit

~xx5killar5xx Jul 3, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Welcome!

and just love how it has you thinking through out the poem.

~AloiseBrennan Jul 3, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks

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