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caring for p(o)etsscribbling down vicious verses on
tissue napkins while seated at
the corner of a sidewalk cafe is
about as romantic, raw and
honest a p(o)et
  -outside of the four corners of your bedpost-
can get

if you've got that person dreading over
drafts and dreams on end
  -of you, for you-
consider yourself a new owner
it is now time to
tame this p(o)et's perverse mane
you've got your hands on
a fragile purebred
which can be very tricky for
first timers
dismantledyou're too bad, too m
                    u
                    c
                    h, using my heart as your
c
r
u
t
c
h. who knew human beings could
hurt each other by the softest t
                               o
                               u
                               c
                               h, so deeply
and so very, very
m
u
c
h.
I dream of DamascusDearest anon,
Kindly claim that bejeweled dagger and, as I feel the cold blade keenly on my nape, I ask you to cleanly cut through
Liberate me from my crowning glory, my shackles called femininity
At long last, I am released, relieved of my braids, my chains

Finding my own, I set free the nightingale caught up in her cage,
Hoping that someday I will once again hear her bird-songs of my bit of Bilad El Sham, my Suriyah

Desert me in Damascus,
Allow me to wander and totter to quench my thirst, solve my hunger and salve my wounds
Permit me to, as my vision blurs, simmer from sand and sun and sink myself in my own mirage of an oasis meant only
with thanks to salingerAudio version.
it's on those cold mornings
when you are nothing but indrawn breath
swirling and knitted up inside too-big
skin and weightless bones--
when the horizon arches up against
the half-thawed tendrils of sunrise
and smiles
with golden teeth,
and smiling, begs--
it's on those cold mornings
when leaving is easiest.
the car will be cold, and you will
shiver, and the engine,
much too loud,
will smack of blasphemy
but you will find peace in the steady roll
of tarmac and the yellowing light
spilling across it,
with dust motes kicked up and carried
like fish in the undertow.
when you come to that first
crossroads, it will shock you:
the way the decision hangs there
trembling and desperate--
but there are no right answers and you will not
hesitate. and each successive choice
will be made of its own accord,
and you will roll the windows down,
and draw down the scent of ear
I Only KnowThere are at least
thirty-seven thousand ways
to get from here to there.

here,
where your body fits
next to my body, your breaths
match my breaths; your
escape-
paradise, sanctuary, utopia-
surrounds my escape.

there,
where you and I are not
the same; where your edges
break against my smooth,
your rises coalesce with
my falls, your
 d i s t a n c e s
clatter against my presence.

thirty-seven thousand ways
at least,
but I only know one.

I only know the way the thumping
of your heart leads to the pressing
of our lips-
I only know the here and there that
pales, insignificant
to

the you and me.
Vexed Affectionssecrets entwined,
sugared kisses lie (dormant)
her starry smile twinkles,
linen skin, fresh, unwrinkled,
"wear me"

bodies out back in rows,
stowed, head to toe, measured
by stature, counted by
statistic.
you are a number.

hearts quiver, splayed
openly beating
bleeding defeating
purpose and point, pain
holds no meaning,
crudely careening

you are a number

and sailor boy swoons, caught
in the tides of her moon.
quaky sea feet hold no
ground

he's drowning on land
breathing in sand
falling

she's already gone,
grave gusts at dawn
whisper

you knew it all along,
she's gone

you are only a number.
AcquittalWon't you leave me?  I will love you
more than if you stay, transfixed

to the point of reference, our bodies
melding a sad, soft sublime, the back

spine of a little universe blown out
like a crafter's hot glass, the growing

moment, the wonder, the expansion
before a chill.  
Ryan's PoemHow many times did you save me
from myself?

The quiver girl,
strung tight and shaking,

self-nursed at the end
of a whiskey bottle;

your ever-night,
shuddering off to sleep

a sick bat wrapped up
beneath your bed,
half rabid;

half intelligible-
if you were lucky.

Good nights I curled up
against your broad shoulders,
smiling
as you palmed a bowl,

taking in air
to request records
and savory things
to eat - and then,

I nested on top of your pillow
as much
as any girlfriend

yet never quite
a lover.

I was hard on the heart, Darling, wasn't I?

Never yours
and now

we never speak.
justit started out as a message of honest to god tears
honest to god honesty
and she was saying she was saying she was
a mistake and we were we were mistaking
meaningless signs for road signs to somewhere where
the great elsewhere
and a qu-quiet whisper-per transformed
twisted twisted and bent and bled and
her voice her voice became this monster this monster of
feedback and static and feedback and feedback and heartache
(the sound of heartache rips 
the space between your ears till you are nothing 
left but lightness and heaviness all in one space all in one space
and you can't breathe you can't breathe you can't 
fucking breathe or hear or see or taste a goddamn thing)
it was all noise noise noise noise no-oise-se
bouncing in the fissures of a love-torn mind
and it was it was the sensation of falling 
away
then the greatness of the jumbled sound
dissipated       like     a      f  o  g
and
you saw along the path 
w
meditationthe blueblack sky yawns;
a many star-eyed angel
lit from the inside
bright white and waning
she closes her wide open mouth
swallowing the howl she closes
her moon mouth, her inner suns
are cold, still
the universe, full of emptiness,
lays her heaviness upon the world
in the darkness our heads turn upward
and there from the pearl roundness a whisper
"not tonight"
and someone enters Nirvana
along her quiet, hidden tongue.
embeddeda sunset blister[pops] overhead, dripping
security. she kisses her lover and leaves
with splinters in lips. there are moments
when she swears she can hear a breath
rattling somewhere within his
reciprocating chest
she swears in vain

and sometimes it's like they recycled
an old day, it fits the same and that
is an alarming halt to progression-
she says, we have to move on

but she doesn't ever leave, feet buried
under years of promises and plans and
anxieties. she's had a bird cage by her bed
since she was a little girl (begging wounded
blue jays to escape)

the day won't break, he watches
her sleep uneasily, respiring
like
haze rainshe is empty inside her bud

she blooms until the suds of the sea

gather around his skinny knees

she wants to hear the sum

of everything ring around her rosemary

country side

i'm a little alive inside

if anything else is right, can you

carry me through the world with you?

i'm not alright inside

i'm not bright enough to ignite you, i'm too weak to

fight you

i'm never alright.

you woke up in the middle of night

i watched the sun rise

you watched the stars align

i waited for the call

you waited through the fall

you were my antidote, you were my vital sign

be my somebody

i'm so lonely

be mine, little love

i'm not alright insi
Requiem     Fall:

     A slip
          A decline
               A loss

          You have been all these things to me at one point or another.

    Fall,

               Did my heart
          Did my hope
     Did my home

          All this for the rak
(c)loves and (c)loversi am no artist's muse,
    i am no ship's harbor

         i am no hero's weaker heel,
              i am no good earth's flower

i have never been your lover
nor have i ever kissed you,
- not even once

    though i dream of you (c)love-scented,
    with lips shaped like a lucky (c)lover's-
    kissing you and to be kissed by you
    over and
    over

i can never profess,
not even confess

  note:
    even to myself

i stay standing, (b)raving the cold nights,
pretty much batty and bootless

         yet again,

       the absence of you weighs metric tons on my
     ringing ear,
   shivering nape, and
 repressed should
Unsung WordsIt's the way one word would roll out of my tongue   
   and your world could come undone

It's the way I cannot help but feel the need
   to patch you up, heart and skin and bone

It's the way your soul's brokenness calls out to be loved
   by them and them and most especially by me

It's the way your toes curl at the sound of my footsteps;
   how your smile can exist by my smile alone

It's the way you are a piece of me, my peace
   when did you become my home?

It's the way I know I will be able to find you
   even in the darkest of nights

It's the way your past scars and scabs have become my own
   every blue and bruise you bore ma
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Sewer-Rat Sentiments

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When every ounce of
all you hold precious
begins to
rust like
"under-resourced"
men's tin roofs
and all your memories are but
floating along
the slum area
streets
towards the sewage
amidst another
frightening
flash flood

When all your aches
and woes
resurface with
all the time you've spent
wallowing instead of solving and
you realize
too late how
right now
you are
repeating the same
sick cycle
and that cynical is
the only way you
know how
to cope
to kill
your dreams
your soul

When each day is a
reminder of
how poor you'll always be
in your reflection
and
in your heart
your will
to live is
about as sturdy as
your salvaged
re-stitched school
uniform
begging to be
let go at last
and fast
you know you're dying
or lying
to drop out
anyway
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as the humiliation of being broke
becomes no longer worth the education

Free verse :heart:

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*Hfeather53 Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
i love the whole last stanza <3
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=Sammur-amat Feb 20, 2013   General Artist
I'm so glad you do, sugar! <3 <3 <3
Thank you! :huggle:
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*disrhythmic Feb 10, 2013
Those quick, short lines work really well for this piece. :heart:
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=Sammur-amat Feb 11, 2013   General Artist
I'm really glad you think so, sweetheart! Thank you! :love:
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~Flummoxative Feb 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Marvelous, this. :clap:
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=Sammur-amat Feb 9, 2013   General Artist
Gorgeous, you. :tighthug:
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*lombregrise Feb 2, 2013  Professional Writer
TAG! you've been tweeted by the Fortress ! /
COUCOU ! la forteresse vous a tweeté ! [link]

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=Sammur-amat Feb 2, 2013   General Artist
Woohoo! Merci, merci, merci mon cher ami :heart:
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!travelgirlxx Jan 30, 2013
Dang. Such beautiful, harsh truths, m'dear. :heart:
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=Sammur-amat Feb 1, 2013   General Artist
I'm so very pleased to know this piece made you feel. :heart:
Thank you so much, you beautiful creature, you! :blowkiss:
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