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April 17, 2008
Vagrant Hearts by =SephirothXer0 speaks volumes in its elegant and tender way, so I shall keep that romantic memory in my pocket for Poem in Your Pocket Day.
Featured by LadyLincoln
Literature Text
Ah... the reflection in your eyes
Play across your skin
As your shivering hand reaches out...
Love fades into the sky
Another broken window
Another strip of film
But every night I still see you there
Lying in the tide
Foam rolling silently up legs bare
Are you wishing it pulls you away...?
Now you become the silken sand
Now you are the waves tenderly drowning
Under my stars, forever
Bated breaths into our fire we feed
Singeing flesh, sinking deep
Vagrant hearts
Wandering through ashen night
Sweat glistened memories
Or desires that one day might...
Possessed of us, behind closed doors
I'll be under your thoughts, forever
There is a home for me
Only in your eyes
Behind your ribs
Between your thighs
Against your lips
We'll freeze the moon
And burn the sun
Cause you're the death of me
My vagrant one~
Play across your skin
As your shivering hand reaches out...
Love fades into the sky
Another broken window
Another strip of film
But every night I still see you there
Lying in the tide
Foam rolling silently up legs bare
Are you wishing it pulls you away...?
Now you become the silken sand
Now you are the waves tenderly drowning
Under my stars, forever
Bated breaths into our fire we feed
Singeing flesh, sinking deep
Vagrant hearts
Wandering through ashen night
Sweat glistened memories
Or desires that one day might...
Possessed of us, behind closed doors
I'll be under your thoughts, forever
There is a home for me
Only in your eyes
Behind your ribs
Between your thighs
Against your lips
We'll freeze the moon
And burn the sun
Cause you're the death of me
My vagrant one~
Literature
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a country road
is splotched and bruised
with autumn slush,
the remains are warm
and simmer patiently -
in the distance,
a cluster of geese
hesitate
to cross.
Literature
Happiness' Allure
Close your eyes, turtledove.
Skip into your deepest memories
as swirling hues strip
the baby blue from the sky.
Trust my weathered hands
like when I pushed your swing
in your rosy-red dress and
usual cherub smile.
Cover your ears and rest easy
in my arms as the house yawns;
stretching and cracking floorboards
in attempt to remove
the glassy-crust from its eyes.
Tears plop along my ragged shirt,
and I drift to when we danced
with the melody of raindrops
on pots and pans during storms.
Screams and uprooted trees
blend like the moist soil
on our fingertips when
we prepared our garden
with just enough to survive.
Literature
Scrutiny
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
~ T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
I am going through the keyless gate
to watch and wait,
to wander here and there among the proud,
among the white and old whose wisdom rots, repressed, untold:
the soporific royals wreathed in leaves of gold.
And to them I shall read aloud from the Book,
read of the sins their lips have took
and upon me they shall look and patiently reflect
I am lost in my own depth, I will say
in a slight, impartial way
(for I lack violets and an antic prin
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this flows so well.....its hauntingly beautiful.