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Mirror, Mirror on the wallMirror, mirror on the wall.
Forgive my vandalism.
Let not a thousand curses fall.

She needed to stop catching colds from smiling at her reflection in pouring rain.
While needing me to be more than her favorite tv show on black screens.
So I came to her, the one she considers the most charming of them all.

And I know it’s bad luck to break a mirror.
Yet these two souls unluckily found each other.
So the glass shall do nothing more than continue to fall.

But mirror, mirror on the wall.
If I must die young,
Tell her that she’s the fairest of them all.

softenedthe sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
alone.

in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
raven,
black as night and
just as hopeful.

and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.

I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
me.

LongingIt is far too lascivious and cruel,
the way the glint in
your unnerving stare commands me to come hither
yet your lips
keep pulsing with isolated, rigid greetings
like you were pushed to a dare of some sort.
But still, I know better
by the sometimes welling that form at
the corners of your eyes
- which you try your best to hide, and
by your ocean-deep sighs that
your longing goes past your matting lashes
and mascara tinted tears.

It is never easy, hiding
everything I desire inside of little words
like "Hello" and "Goodbye" when
all I really want to do is let it out,
set it free, and
chain myself to your everything
with words I shouldn't spea

Overcooked Moments of AffectionSometimes the moments could be too crispy,
Other times they could taste like salt water.
But I’ll always devour them like a starved child.

Because the recipe book in your mind is filled with delicacies.
And every chief cooks up at least one disaster in their life time.
But mostly because I know moments such as these are scarier than food.

So with a little imagination I’ll gobble every burnt platter.
Stuffing myself until I’m a stuffed animal,
And plumber than the turkey at our next romantic dinner.

Dear BeautifulDear Beautiful,

I've been interested in you for a while
But it never seems like the right time to tell you
That no matter how crazy I may seem
I think that you're the most beautiful person alive.

You don't know me very well
And I may not know you as well as I would like
But you've always seemed so perfect
I want you to know that you're my dream girl.

Your voice is soft and sweet
You sound so innocent and cute
Why is it so difficult to tell you in person?
Oh yeah, because you'd probably reject me.

I've become your secret admirer
Don't look for me because I'll be hiding
Just know I'm there and not to scare you
But I'll be watching you with

AirI want to lose myself
in an illogical need
for love.

I want to remember
to forget
how to breathe.

What is Air
if not you?

~I shall never stop loving thee~My powdered lips shall kiss thee through this ever lasting love
your beauty intensifies my satisfaction
O, tis' be you my darling, my one and sweet caressed heart
Shoot a bullet through my skull, tis' only the most dainty way I show thou love for thee.

Thy heart shall never stop beating for thee
He, be this time were I shall daunt my passion for thee.
so soft and abase
how I feel sorry for thee
trapped by endless monsoons of terror
let me hold thee and love you endlessly

Will thy be my lover?
Be my daunty heart?
If thy say Ye, then I eternal happiness shall last forever

Be thy love and I shall take care of thee forever
Never leave thy, The

Warm BodiesNothing around but air to pierce the quietness that surrounds the grace of these lustful souls,

Clouding together with interchanging hearts going along with the musing beats, tones of which

Knock the desolate sounds of blood, coming together sliding back and forth like oozing drips of

Honey such a pastoral scene hidden beneath the charm of the shadows, from which love abides

Like a melody composed of two lovers, only now to see lights fading away, with feelings going far

Away with such perception, what deviant ways perceive as to disregard, and leave only now to

Sleep to dream…..

The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.
Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.
A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.
He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen.

That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.
Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.
In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.
As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.
A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken.

He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.
Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.
Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.
Pulling out hi

RozeAm văzut niște roze întunecate, cu spini,
Le-am atins și m-am rănit,
și am mers mai departe...
Am văzut niște roze de un roșu aprins, cu spini,
Le-am atins și m-am rănit,
și am mers mai departe...
Am văzut niște roze albe, fără spini,
și am trecut mai departe...

There Is A PlaceTaste my lips let them consume my lust
There is no one so important than you
Maybe it silly but I believe in second chances
I know the riddles of your heart, the way to keep you smiling
There is a place for us, a place where no others have found with you
There is a door and the sign says “True”
I've tried to tell you love exist beyond me
I know its hard to believe, I've seen you happy
I touched you like no other has
I have looked the other way when you found a bit of happiness
I walked on by with a hint of uncertainty
Can't you see the truth in what I say, seeing our certainty?
There no place for us in the hearts of others
When th

Visible SpectrumYou reminded me
of a stained-glass window
that sits perched on its wall
beneath my stairs at home.

Daylight doesn't measure its colors,
it only scatters them down
on the hardwood floor
when the sun breaches the
suburban canopy.

And daylight didn't measure you,
no,
I saw you and all I could think on
were your mosaic eyes,
the spectrum of your blush;
that they were solid
and real
and more than patterned light.

I cover stained glass with my hands
and colors vanish.
I cover you with myself
and you are vibrant.

Down The Rabbit HoleHere and now I would flock to you in a heartbeat.
One day though, you’re worried I may fly away instead of to your rescue.
So clip my wings and drop me down the rabbit hole.

Put my loyalty to the ultimate test.
Just don’t let the dreadful hole land in Alice’s Wonderland.
Instead, drop me in the dungeon with in your mind.

Leave the dungeon’s exist doors slammed shut
But make the keys worst hiders than I am a seeker
While allowing me the choice of you or my freedom.

Display all your secrets as a piece of loot.
While lacing the good in riddles for me to solve,
And drenching the dark in booby traps for me to disarm.

Le

Waiting for JuneIt is almost the time to fall in love again
down the flowing grace along the stream that follows the lights
towards the dissolution in the sea of newborn shapes
shapes begotten of this season once more:

Silhouettes of young lovers against the bridge in the early fog before the dawn
the softly spreading colour against the world willing to shed the gray
the upturned corners of the mouth by the roses that will blossom soon

You can sense the liberation
feel the weightlessness of breathing as the heavy air has passed
every step has tenderness and meaning
every night is soft and boundless
and every time the breeze calls us to dance,
we fall in

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And how I know that's a lie because she cries out the name S a m a n t h a in her sleep

And everyone gets hurt in the end
anyway.

I am thinking about how amazing
It is to be dead stars and how I am made of millions and
millions of particles.
And it makes me feel worth something

Then I remember there's over six billion people in the world
And there's probably hundreds of me's.

And there's probably millions of people I have hurt a million times over.

And you whisper to me, "She stole my shorts."
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Star-crossed Non-LoversTouching fingertips like we're star-crossed and anything more would be total scandal,
You are soft and bruised,
And I am hard and used.

The grass outside was always wild and feral when you were around,
It's one of the hot days, everything's on fire around us, and,
I ask you, "How could anyone ever love me?" and the letters are stolen by the wind,
Twirling towards the clouds and kites and moon and constellations.
You say nothing because self deprecation tastes like iron in your mouth,
And you fucking hate me for a minute or two or maybe forever.

Sorry's spill out of my lips and nose,
And my ears and toes,
Down into the ground to fee

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Lost lover.

by ~EmzofGemz, Nov 8, 2009, 9:00:29 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

She stands at the edge of insanity,
Violins playing sweet melodies as she stares into the oblivion.
Old wallpaper hangs off the walls and mould stains, like splatters of paint, cover the doors.
Hardback books spin up towards the ceiling,
Like a London cityscape.

Her mind is a never ending map,
Spilling out into fields and roads,
Paths and train tracks.
She's planned everything well,
On the back of old maths books.
Red ink,
Fitting for her end.

She shuts her bruised eyelids,
Imagining ice and the sound of simple instrumental triangles.
Then she sings sweet lullabies,
Holding the object that will make her last wish possible.

It's cold in her hands as she sets off the lock with a click,
Her fingers don't shiver,
Her eyes don't go downcast and fill with the tears of lost life.

She holds the gun to her neck, pointing upwards,
And then her leg shakes.
"Lost lover," She whispers. "Dance with me one last time…"
Her head is filled with ballrooms and glass slippers.
"Lost lover," She mumbles. "Kiss me one last time…"
She remembers the way his fingers caressed her hips, the way his lips went anywhere on her body.
"Lost lover," She mutters. "Kill me one last time…"

BANG.

Lost lover.by ~EmzofGemz

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

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*Das-sombras Nov 9, 2009 Student

Wow. This is a very beautiful piece Emi-chan
The song goes perfectly with this

~EmzofGemz Jan 17, 2010

Thank you very, very much. (:

Yeah. I love that song. (:

~RokxMcShadow Nov 8, 2009 Student General Artist

That was incredibly beautiful, Emi.

I listened to the song while reading and it matches perfectly and estabilishes an environment for the story.

Very sad , yet bittersweet somehow.

I love your writting my darling

~EmzofGemz Jan 17, 2010

Thank you very much. It means a lot, honestly.

~RokxMcShadow Jan 18, 2010 Student General Artist

Your welcome

.

Just said what I honestly thought :3

~iJust-me Nov 8, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

beautiful..and so sad
and if u listen to the link at the same time the emotions get powerful..

~EmzofGemz Nov 8, 2009

Thank you.

It's a beautiful song.

~iJust-me Nov 8, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

ye it really was

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