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As I inaudibly crumbleThe first thing that I can assure you of is the fortitude of my soul: I am a pact so strong that even the hurricane which caused my house to tear apart couldn't budge me. So strong, that even the earthquake that cracked the face of my school building couldn't chip me. So strong, that no amount of tidal waves could crash and break into my walls, my being. I am a pact made of several precious trinkets, letters and colors bound fervently. My frame has become a watchtower and my spirit, its sentry; I fulfill set duty. I am a pact so strong that I crave for certain commotion over what it is that I am, I wear and bare my vanity. I am a thrill seeke

(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

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.

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

Cicada Songs and Cinder Beds
      My heart is swollen by cicadas' songs;
      A moment filled by agape persists

'It turns pearlescent, almost fantastical at the sight of moonrise'
I am uttering your famous words, beloved

How poetic of you, beloved-
Truly wondrous how you uncover hymns and find limericks even in my grief
      It speaks of us in volumes

If only the now barren tears I shed at every slivering of moonbeam
Could shudder the ground they fell upon with their might-
As if clashes of shield and sword

It is sheMany people call her deluded, childish, and a deviant to boot.
I don't blame them though and how can I?

After all, it is she who must always have either massive butterfly or flower pins atop her dark, curly, head of hair. This is because without them she says, she can't think the way she's meant to, and she'd rather not think at all if she can't feel free to think her way. She can't deny her disposition and her wide-eyed and beauteous manner.

It is she who would only ever carry her books in untreated, hand-stitched, hemp or straw bags around campus. This is because the aroma of the earthy hemp and straw, when blended with the smell of the

Midnight: A RensakuI'll hold you, fold you
tuck you safe in my rib-cage
-like first love's letters

I'll seek heaven in your gaze,
constellations on your lips

Catch the butterflies
fluttering in my rib-cage
-they know me so well

Write on cerulean skies,
breathe under turquoise waters
You pick at my scabs
kiss me deep in my rib-cage
-while I ache from bliss

I'm but a half-cooked body,
your warmth will surely rot me

ether (never mine)          i know you by smell:
     the scent of
waves crashing upon rocky shores
     fused with
the scent of
     the deepest forest green

     she knows you by touch:
          maybe it is
     as i imagine you to be
dark velvet pelt
     shifting
     with each feel

they know you by ear:
     their

25 pennies tossed in the wishing wellgolden sunlight
passes
cream curtains-
i rise.

my left hand is
in yours,
our rings
interlace.
i love your
lover's eyes.

please-
arrive by
twenty-five.

Your Answer: A Ghazal   Will I ever get to touch you again? I'm waiting for an answer
      You pour out your shy love grain by grain while I'm waiting for an answer

   Have your once moist lips begun to crackle? I have become parched patience
      My kisses once made you writhe in pain yet I'm waiting for an answer

   Where our rings were, a mark remains and in shared memories we linger
      Please be true and say you will remain as I'm waiting for an answer

   To what do I compare my love for thee? You sh

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

Acid WashEven if it were true
That to savor each and every second of our time on earth
Would be as foolish an attempt as counting all the
Specks of sand spread across the shores
Of the east coast waters,
If by doing so would mean that I could
Undo time and distance's doing and
Have you by my side once more
Then trust me, babe, I will start counting
From this moment on, diligently so-
With burning eyes and drowning senses,
Till my fingernails turn to specks themselves
And my hair reminiscent of sea foam

There will never be an obsession like mine- over your soul
The lack and longing from my core leaves me salivating,
Leaves me a special kind of

Serendipity and SnowfallI am la vie en rose,
a newborn with as many mini bones in my body as possibilities.
Lovelily,
I am potential waiting to be tapped into.
I am a spectrum of light,
serenity in the symmetry of a snowflake.

I come veiled in lace from everlasting love's womb with my budding,
fresh,
goose-flesh tucked tenderly underneath.
I spread my spirit wide,
outstretching my feather-tips &,
supplicated by twizzles,
I catch my ballerina's foot & fly.
In these fleeting,
finite moments of ubermensch suspension in multiple salchows comes clairvoyance,
a kindness beyond the absolution of mundane minds.

With the key to perfection being repetition,
I pray you

I wanted to say yes.I wanted to say yes.

I wanted to take your hand in mine and like a couple of idiots, run through the heavy traffic and pouring rain, and keep at it till our feet resign.
We'd find a tree with branches wide enough with leaves broad or plentiful enough to take shelter under, and there, you'd place your head on my lap as I'd sing you my favorite love song. The song I'd always wanted you to sing to me.

If only I hadn't found out the hard way that your feelings for me are but as thin as an onion's skin and that I could never accept and bow down to no matter how suave your courting style may be. If only I was stupider than what I really am- mayb

What it means to conquerI read about them
And lived-
in his mighty arms
and his passionate gaze
and their tragic romance
and fulfilled promise of never being
one without the other

Death can never be seen
as the end
to the undying eros

How I pray with all my might
that the oracles that spoke to you
were right,
that he has become a hero and
you will once again
meet in
the afterlife

For you have been destined for godliness
therefore your realms must once again
tangent and intersect
and intertwine

No queen nor goddess nor titaness
May ever purify, rectify
What has been melded

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tugboat and selkie

by =Sammur-amat, May 10, 2012, 4:33:09 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

i. together tonight
   you lay with me by the bay
   bay moon reflecting
   sun's light
   onto the serendipitous
   sorceress sea
   have your way with me

   it is as if
   a billion strings of
   precious pearls
   lustrous luminous
   lined up just for us
   to watch in wonder

   there seems to be
   a storm ahead
   as cloudy skies show
   no sign of starlight
   though
   if we get lucky
   we might tonight
   discover
   our firefly friends
   as they flutter
   by the ferns
   flickering their flames
   in pretty synchronicity

   just as my ocean eyes
   reflect the light
   from your face
   your fingers trace
   tiny heart shapes on
   my destitute decollete

   your love is colored
   tugboat red
   I resemble the selkie
   masthead
   wave upon thrashing wave
   we are sailing in waters
   uncharted

ii. together tonight
    you lay with me by the bay
    bay moon reflecting
    sun's light
    onto the serendipitous
    sorceress sea
    have your way with me

    it was by sorceress sea
    that this all began
    yet I know this to be
    a dream from which
    I am yet to stir
    I am but of wretched relation
    a cursed love-child
    of Freyja and Aegir

    by your ember-filled embrace
    I become magical again
    my worries you erase
    and I should on you
    cast my final spell
    before you could set me free
    I would bind you to me

    and in the hollow
    of my clavicle
    there is warmth aglow
    an aftermath
    a testament
    to your
    butterfly kisses

    as you trail my neck
    ruthlessly
    I imagine your lips
    whispering to my
    carotid artery
    a promise of forever
    of unending tomorrows

tugboat and selkieby =Sammur-amat

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

EDITED AGAIN!

Free Verse

Let this be my missed NaPoWriMo day 19.

By the way this is entirely made up. Aside from those being real Norse god names, the idea of selkies being cursed love-children is entirely my sick brain's concoction.

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Critique by =susurrousity Jun 9, 2012, 11:46:43 PM

_{something i adore about you is that you helpfully put lots of critique ideas into your comments! probably something you learned from #theWrittenRevolution, yes?

which lines did you like the least?
tough question. i can honestly say i like it all (: the only thing i would comment on is the line lengths in your third stanza - it feels a tad bit disjointed in comparison to the rest of the piece? this bit in particular, i think, would benefit from less playing with the [enter] key:
discover / our firefly friends / as they / flutter / by the ferns

BUT. i still adore it, and will continue to do so whether or not you change it (:

which lines did you like the most?
- onto the serendipitous / sorceress sea
- my destitute decollete
- the. entire. last. verse. it's so wonderful, really.

what do you think of the flow?
i already commented on this with the "least favourite lines" part (:

was the poem too lengthy or too short or just right?
i really liked the length! well done!

ahhh can't wait to continue critiquing these. you're a wonderful poet}

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~disrhythmic Dec 19, 2012

Oh god, you have no clue (or perhaps some clue, come to think of it) how big of a sucker I am for oceans and love songs and just. god. I love this. This is amazing, you are amazing, and "the serendipitous sorceress sea" is -amazing-.

=Sammur-amat Dec 20, 2012 General Artist

I certainly do. I'm a sucker for sea songs and love songs too.

Eeeee! I'm thrilled you're thrilled, dizzylove!

Thank you so very kindly for your loveliness, really, and it is you who is beautiful beyond words.

~disrhythmic Dec 20, 2012

Oh stop it, Dee, you're far too sweet.

=Sammur-amat Dec 21, 2012 General Artist

CAN'T. YOU DESERVE MOAR, YOU SEE.

~disrhythmic Dec 21, 2012

Nuh-uh.

=Sammur-amat Dec 22, 2012 General Artist

YUH HUH

*lantern-rose Dec 10, 2012 Professional Writer

I love the way this flows, almost like a song, a sea hymn.

Beautiful work! ^^

=Sammur-amat Dec 11, 2012 General Artist

Thank you so much, darling!

That is such a beautiful depiction.

*lantern-rose Dec 11, 2012 Professional Writer

You're welcome ^^

=Sammur-amat Dec 13, 2012 General Artist

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