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why i'm scared of ghostsdear ghost of christmas past,
it's christmastime.  christmas eve, to be exact.  i can't look outside without seeing the shimmer of the snow, like tiny fireflies etched into each flake.  glistening strands of colorful bulbs christen the neighborhood, like they're declaring us worthy of a little light.
i'm shivering like i got caught in a snow bank, and i'm blinking like i'm hoping my eyelashes will tangle together and pull my lids closed.
i was wondering; if dreams are so pretty, why do they shatter like sherry glasses against tile as soon as we open our eyes?  maybe they aren'

The Puppet MasterSheltered by a solid tower,
Upon a throne of ivory,
Dwelleth he at every hour,
His shadow falleth down to thee.

And his very shadow's crown
thou blindly wanderest along,
until thou seest its piercing end.
Thine eyes thou humbly keepest down,
although the urge is truly strong
thy field of vision to amend.

"Your majesty?" thou callst for him,
as thou drawest nearer to his throne.
The light beginneth just to dim
as earthquake in its dreadful tone,
a roaring sound of rumbling stone,
it covereth thy fearful moan.

Soon thou seest two skillful claws,
which keepeth each a wooden stick
with strings robustly tied around,
to which thi

AtlantisOur ships float close under sunlit skies,
hovering above Atlantis.
We claimed the ocean miles as our own,
an underwater district which we would call home.

Drown.
Suffocate with Neptune,
as heavens burst through violet haze.
Your gaze,
splits the nebula, infinite space,
and explosions in a faraway place.

And when the sun should close its eyes,
you'll sail afar.
To climb electric vines,
and lay in the arms of the storm.

Ocean EyesYour skin would be lace
Between my fingertips,
Tangling with streams
Of golden sunlight that
Button you up,
Leaving intricate patterns
That tell your secrets
With every thread.

You'd breathe like a mermaid,
The scent of the sea echoing
In our veins,
Like teenage hearts
Pumped full of lust.
Too fast.
Like heels on marble floors,
But you're so
Much closer
Than that.

You're blood in my lungs
And air in my heart,
But I live only
Off the raindrops
That fall from
Your soft, sea-stone eyes
When a smile curves your lips.

The edges
Gathering me,
Unraveling me.

(I carve you in the sand,
But ocean tears
Wash you away.)

Linoleumwe are pondering
silence,
needle/thimble/tremble. i stitch
us a home in awkward conversations.

this is the great city,
dim lights to give us
sidewalk halos. we are inconvenience
stores, bubble gum kleptos,
and that's how we know
none of this is a dream.
it burns too real, leaves fingerprints
on our sight. this is dusty
and stale.

this is life,
magnified.

into the sea belowa lock on a door, in a place well-known
the withered-windy-whisper wood, whickered-flickered candlelight
soft illuminations and hints of dazzling-decked, twin-leafed
cardinal vascular canvas.

a musical blend of blue and grey.

--

the lock on a door, in a place well-worn
beneath the melancholy-painted, cerulean-white cliffs
and the tri-pigment, undertone-hued sky
never can meet with its widow-burned key.

singular musical drops unwittingly fly
only to fragment and fall
into the sea below.

Broken BonesBleached blue vein of pulsing sky
stared over a shining pool of melted glass;
Trees raised their naked branches
into the whimpering, flinching flesh of clouds.

Like Russian dolls, they stood in line:
Him, first, with his ladder-like smile
high above the ground;
And her, last, with her dandilion-clock hair
and her chubby new legs.

His feet, with wiry hairs
sprouting like spiders over his skin,
broke the glass into flying, dripping strands.
But her so malleable bones plummeted through the bubbles
and crumpled beneath her buttocks, against the tiles.

TeapartyThe clouds bubbled up like bread dough,
Before bursting with crisp showers.
Suddenly, collapsing in on themselves
Like abysmally failed meringues.
The situation stickier than the treacle tart,
As fat raindrops descended in a rush -
And filled up the neatly set teacups,
All the buns with their fat currants
Abandoned to the sudden deluge.
Not even a cherry bakewell saved!
Rain-check on the picnic.

Borrowed a heartWe talk about a shattered past
and we have done so for quite a while.
Toasting on the better future
while faking an alcoholic smile.
You tell me all and I tell the same
both knowing were not the ones to trust.
But on the table stands a pair of glasses
half filled with sorrow and half with lust.

Morning light breaks through the window
that we both lay underneath.
clothes are spread around the floor
and the blanket only hides our cold feet.
The story is told by the numereous bottles
you can find empty behind the bar.
But don't expect a rightfull ending
it will never get that far.

The scent of wake-up coffee
cover

Rainbow SkyPaint me a rainbow sky,
With cotton candy clouds and wind blown tie dye,
And show me the purple people in small tiny crowds,
Gathered before the steeple wearing flowery shrouds,
Draw me the mountains with prismic light,
Mold streams with blue green fountains of fright,
From the depths below to the dizzying heights.

I'll walk the high roads with an orange yellow smile,
Watch the world unfurl like a flower after each mile,
Could you create a girl I don't have to rescue from a tower,
Her arrival I will wait in the florescent ruby shower,
It will be a revival without evanescent,
Like peering through a window sill to see swimming trout

Drowning in lifeDrowning

You hold your head
Underneath the rushing current
As you come back up gasping for breath you realize
That life is not worth living without a risk or two
To keep things bright
To make things new

Quit your job or take a hike anything to make things right for you
Hold on tight to your friends and your heart
But let yourself go at least once in a while

Keep yourself from
Drowning
In this life of yours do

Spiritual EclipseStrange shadows
In an unlit room
Your body's cold
In my hands

Death in all its forms
Came to pay respects
His laughter emanating
From their faces

A crime of passion
Those words were writ
Upon your destiny
Fate unknown

The dagger in your heart,
Another thorn in his side
Laid to rest
Among the wilted

The eclipse
Of all morals
Falsifies the facts
Of the crime

Untouched,
As if no human laid hands
On your broken form
Oh if only

Ruby red
Decorates ivory
Torn clothes
Your shame exposed

The rape
Of body and mind
Your gift to give
But not his to take

Ripped from you
As the flesh from your body
I can't return
Soul or

muscular endurancei have seen three golden blondes in my mother's baby albums
but i was a cherub bred in a box,
molding at the puddle-warped corners

so secure, so square, darling, that as
wooden dust is whisked away
around you by the tongues of years,

your planes will be mesas
where sappy, congealed organs of oaken men will disappear
under serrated knives

your edges will be lines
extending invisible toward
galaxies, quasars, aliens, infinity
passing heliopause parallel to your perfect matches,
four lines exquisitely alone in geometry

a paradox, how my ponytail swings in deep space,
bleached red in August because my
center is blushing; Milky W

astronomer's anatomyi.

seen, undoubtedly
so gracefully stepped;
exhalation of debt
owed to none

a miniature trek
of the tongue
laden with melodies
sung to the back
of the sun

there's a wonder in hearts,
a pull to the stars
from the oceans,
a flight
from the moorings

ii.

there's a wander to hearts
as sure as the stars
fill the oceans
with light
till the morning

iii.

all held breaths
do expire
and all heroes
turn liar
inevitably

can you tell
is the fire
worth the burn,
the dive
worth the struggle
to breathe

iv.

if you can
tell me

if you're able
trick the words
into stable forms

shapes ripped from wavers
torn straight out of

Myopic BraggadocioSun peacocks its rays
triumphant again
if just for the day.

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I never wanted to die.
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listening to the snow melt,
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Frozen Memories

by ~ron-brouillette, Nov 25, 2010, 7:19:22 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

By accident,
I found her tombstone.

It lay buried beneath snow,
encased in ice,
under a canopy of white held aloft by the trees.

I had been walking,
focusing,
as I often do,
on the clouds of steam rising from my mouth,
and what they meant to me,
when my foot caught hold of the crumbling cross,
and sent me tumbling down...
down...
down...

I caught myself on hands in a sea of crystal white,
flesh stinging from the cold,
my foot aching in pain,
burning hot in the winter wood.

Why would there be a grave here?

What poor soul would be forever lost in this hollow?

Carefully,
in the cold,
throughout the fading light,
and into a darkness of falling snow,
I worked to unmask the grave,
and reveal the name of the damned.

I toiled for hours,
until my fingers went numb and bled,
spilling red upon the white,
a contrast so stark in hurt my eyes,
but in such beauty that was not lost on me,
until I could reveal the faint carvings that were letters.

Her name was as beautiful as I'm sure she was in life,
and I could not help but smile as the sun crested the hill,
bringing with it warmth,
and life,
to this forgotten,
frozen land.

I left her there,
revealed from the snow,
vowing to return in the spring.

I left her there as I leave myself here.

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