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Nothing Out ThereNothing Out There

Siento tus latidos sobre mi silencio enamorado…
No busco las palabras en el aire para plasmarla en el papel. Mi palabra nace en mi sangre, y recorre mi cuerpo en calidad de urgencia tuya.
Todo lo llenas tú, todo tú me llenas.
Tómate el tiempo que creas necesario para darte cuenta de que me amas.
Y es que pienso en la manera de adorarte en cada momento.
Al mismo tiempo, parece no importarte, y siento que te he perdido.
Hoy he buscado en cada mujer, en todas sus bocas, para ver si alguna tiene tu misma sonrisa… imposible.
Qué importa que mi amor no valga para ti. Yo te amo, ¡te

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.

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

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.

The DreamingSome mornings I can feel
your lips pressed to my forehead,
and when I pull closer I wake
to empty blankets.

That's when I roll onto my back
and close my eyes tighter
to will your form next to me,
though wishful thinking
never made anybody materialize before.
I always hope I'll be the first to manage it.

I have walked with you in dreaming
ten years on and off,
and you found me by chance in words.
We loved without meeting for
seven months.
Why shouldn't my mind
conjure you here?

For that's most of what we were,
dreams and words,
before you ventured to me.
If I could hold out to holding you,
I should be able to will you here.
We've wai

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

~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…..

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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by ~LunasKiss, Jul 5, 2009, 7:00:06 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

Let me call this love, hope, and trust.

The end of all we thought would come true,

A perfect world with you;

The exile of my dreams.

You once made me a promise,

A few meaningless words strung together you used,

Tighter than a bow string;

To grasp my heart and tear it apart.

On desolate cold nights… I realize what those beautiful words hold.

I now know there is no such thing as love.

In my heart I’m falling for you head over heels,

In my head I’m walking away.

I know our love will last forever, for an eternity…

Except our love never began…

I just wish that you would have held me… just once.

…I am not that lucky, not that special; not that unique as to hold your love.

I don’t have you here with me.

In truth, you’ve never been here.

Oh how I love you, my life is yours, forever, no matter where you are.

I’ve become a simple rag doll for you to throw to a pack of wolves.

Do with it what you will, I trust you enough to keep it intact.

The teeth marks in my skin take longer to heal than a clean wound.

Keep my love, my trust…myself, safe within your arms.

If I had one last day on Earth, an end to a life ravaged by sorrow,

All I could ask for…would be for you to be with me; kissing me, loving me as no
other can.

All I could ask for… would be to see your cooling flesh on the ground.

Oh my shadow, do not leave me to a place I cannot find you;

Where I cannot seek my revenge.

I wouldn’t be able to bear it, seeing you like that… my strength would be gone.

Please is all I can ask, stay and let me treat you as I’ve been treated.

I can dream and hope for the rest of my life

And I could still pass you by…

I cannot live without you; I won’t live without you…

But I Can... and I Can’t…

So I sit here in thought, wondering which one of your two sides… is truly you.

Who are youby ~LunasKiss

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

So basically I'm confused. Yes it happens to the best of us. I'm guessing he's the latter... you can read this through or you can read every other line. One's happy, the other tone is angry. *shrugs* I'm getting over it, I survive.

Critique by ~sorentense Jul 5, 2009, 8:21:14 PM

This is a beautiful poem, Luna.

The poem's ability to be read both as a continuous piece or as two separate parts by reading every other line was not something I noticed until you pointed it out, but it was well and cleverly done. The symbolism of such a potential was also very interesting - it reminds the reader of the conflicting emotions, either one of which could consume the soul, but which together can tear it in half. Your word choice, as always, is lovely.

I believe my favorite part of the piece is the contrasting set of lines "I know our love will last forever, for an eternity.../Except our love never began..." Out of all the others, I think that best exemplifies the theme of a love ignored and crushed. Also, wondering which half is the real person definitely spoke to me - probably to everyone else as well, we've all been there before.

A beautiful piece - very sad and emotional, but very beautiful.

What do you think?

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~Doomguy83 Jul 6, 2012 Student Artist

Wow this sums up my feelings for this girl i knew, wow we were really hitting of well, but when school ended together i never heard from her again. *sigh* I still think about her to this day.

~LunasKiss Jul 16, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I still think about who this was written for as well... It's difficult to let go of those we love and lose touch with.
I'm glad I'm not the only one with these emotions.

~Doomguy83 Jul 16, 2012 Student Artist

There are people who share you same feelings all you need to do is search.

~LunasKiss Aug 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Too bad you can make mistakes while searching

*Aikurisu Jul 12, 2009

Beautiful, tragic and intense. Those three words lept to mind as I considered what was said after reading it in full. And normally I don't have a good mind for poetry, (I know, some would say otherwise, but meh... ) but this spoke in a way that made me follow it keenly. It certainly shows you have a knack for writing and the emotion involved was vivid enough that you could feel it and that it was anything but shallow. It's a writing from the soul, and to me it gives it a flow you wouldn't find elsewhere in the mind.

The 'light and dark' union between the lines also struck me as a fine way of delivering this piece. It also helped futher create something one could visualise emotionally and define the conflict within.

~LunasKiss Jul 15, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

I'm glad you could feel the emotion in it. I guess it did just slip out of my soul as I was writing it. When I look back now though it's as though I wasn't the author. It's quite strange but that feeling I had is gone. I suppose I've made up my mind deep down under the surface.
I love to write

and if i can feel the emotion of it within myself I can express it through my writings. I have to be careful about my mood when I'm writing an essay for school sometimes.
*shrugs and smiles* The light and dark theme has always been a strong theme for me. there has to be balance somewhere and why not make it a pure balance rather than a diluted one? I'm glad you were able to visualize it... I write a lot but I don't show most of it because I'm afraid it will only make sense to me and confuse others. Perhaps at some point I'll post more.

*Aikurisu Jul 16, 2009

Well, hopefully I'll be able to read them. Seeing what you can write makes me look even more forward too to what we can think of and put together for lore, RP and such.

I find that a writing without feeling is missing an important point to what can make it readable. It's virtually the same way with my visual art as well. If I can't feel anything from it, or to a lesser extent learn from it, it's simply not worth investing my time with. So it's a dangerous mix if I'm drawing something I have no heart for, because it has a probability of hurting my interest in drawing art in general. That's why I'm very picky when it comes to selecting commissions. If I know it'll deplete me in some way I just avoid them. Remember this one guy who wanted me to draw some pretty lowbrow stuff, and I'm glad it's never gone anywhere past his interest in commissioning me.

Ah... anyhoo, I agree about finding a balance. And I'm sure if people have good visualising skill, they'll be able to make sense of what you write. But when it comes to people without any real imagination...

~LunasKiss Jul 16, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

If I ever get up the courage to show them perhaps you will get to read through them.

Well I'm glad for that! At least you don't think I'm a bad writer

My poetry tends to be rough and I don't like it as much as some of the other things I've written so we'll see.

It really is. If you can't feel something for it how can the reader possibly feel something for it? Or the viewer for that matter. If you're going to spend time doing something, it better be worth something to you. Commissions would be hard to do unless you got to know what you were drawing or f it had a specific purpose or something... At least we have the power to say no to things like that.

Hah, yeah it does take a bit of imagination and visualization to get some things. Heck sometimes after I've written something it makes no sense to me unless I look back at what was happening when I wrote it on the spot. hehe

*Aikurisu Jul 18, 2009

lol, well I like your poetry. Mayhap I'll give you the honours of writing a few that bards play in the regions of Raleigh and Savaremos, based on some of those ancient myths you only know so little about for now?

Yeah, I often try to bring some kind of meaning to my works. And if I can't do it visually, that's what the lengthy lore descriptions are for.

I tend I need to write down a lot of things and in great detail to remind myself of certain instances and how they are meant to flow. Like the feelings I may have had that gave birth to certain ideas might be gone a year later, or two. So when ie comes to trying to unearth those ideas after so long and understand the main point of view associated with them... yeah. It's a bit the same with visual art too. If you forget the technique or evolved from it, chances are trying to go back to something you drew years ago might be a bad thing...

~LunasKiss Jul 18, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

I'm glad, I guess I'm one of those people that don't like their own work...now that would be fun! I'd really like to do something like that...As soon as I have more information perhaps I will. ^^

Meaning is important and I love digging into descriptions...and looking at them visually...

I can understand that one. It's difficult to just pick something up and try to start working on it again. heh I started writing a short story a few years back so I was pretty little and I reread it recently...wow, so many mistakes and grammar issues and it was just horrid, at the time I thought it was a masterpiece but...It takes some work to bring ideas to date...

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