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A Portrait of A PoetShe spends most days dreaming of being
lightning quick, talented,
and oh, oh-so beautiful
and her days are truly just beginning

As she sits in Science class, writing out
frolicsome metaphors brimming with emotion
her confidence is pining
from deep hurts and a broken heart
yet she finds inspiration most in unhappiness

So she scribbles down painful thoughts
amongst her oblivious classmates,
hoping the words will come
to mean
something.

Her skin radiates sunlight, as
Phillipine blood runs in her veins,
and she rests her head in Thailan

EcstasyHeat scorches skin rushing
color to my face, my
beating heart pounding faster
and faster
at the sight of you. I feel
my nerves stretch
strain to keep up with the
rhythm of blood's rushing race.
It simmers my senses,
scalding within me and I'm
sweating quietly inside
without moisture.

You come inches away and I'm
blinded by your vivid
orange sunlight aura
piercing me. I blink
rapidly, cannot breathe
your face draws in,
pressing soft pillows to my mouth...

and your bite is juicy--
--it runs down my chin in mango delights--
tasting like you and
my senses scream in ecstasy
at your tenuous flavor quenching my silly girlish

Childish HeartsChildish  h e a r t s,
       flawless and whole,
run  b a r e f o o t
       without any cares
They  p l a y  with the night
       through storm-cloudy dreams
flying in and around
             s o m e w h e r e s

F a s t e n  me
       to my childish heart
with  t h o s e  little
             &#

The Memory of MomentsLife passes like a scent drifting on the flowing breeze
caressing your senses for an instant
before moving on to wherever we all go.

I hope my gentle touch isn't too brisk
and that the chill doesn't
leave your nose bitten by frost
when I've gone,

but instead I wish to be
comforting coolness on a sunny hillside
to sweep over your moist hot body
and provide relief to you for a time.

And you shall remember those happy times.

I hope that in the memory of me you will recall
the pleasant scent of cinnamon or ginger
mixed with rose petals or lavender
and so every time you walk by that bakery we know
or stroll through our garden
you

High on Pink Rose Petals

Cool breezes brush the sunny heat
off pale freckled skin and
Hazel-brown eyes look up
watching the blue and white movement in the sky
through the dancing leaves surrounding white tree-bark
Soft cool velvet tickles the senses
and she drinks it in through smiles and heartbeats
High on the scent of pink rose petals

tummy talkinghalfway between her head and her toes
i spend most my life beneath a veil
too thick to see through but warm and soft
and i'm comfortable here, shielded from the prying, judgmental eye
which i know she avoids even more then i do

the usual is a glimpse of light
when one piece of cloth is replaced with another
and once in a while i get to see myself when she finds a private moment to peer at me
sometimes her green eyes seem curious, gazing at our reflection in the glass
at other times she is loathsome and i wonder what i could have done
to make her hate me so much

but i especially like the hot showers she gives me
where i am complete

Distorted Reflection  I thought
          I could
    trust my
mirror
       image
           but then
-pressing
      my
        hand
           to the
             glass,
flesh
is
stone-
       she
  too

An EverydayThe sky changes

colors

right before my eyes

An everyday
miracle

blazing

on the horizon

the first breath afterwardstatic runs within my veins
and pricks my toes
sending numb sensations through
my body in waves and i am the snow on the screen
hushing the room with its noise
a distant screaming crowd
roaring as they fall and fade

my hair sticks to my neck
and heat drips from my skin
leaving pathways for electric currents
to travel their course
give me life again

but i can't breath

my throat is full of sand
the salty taste catches flies
and throws them out again
as my body convulses
i choke

my eyes fill and overflow
bees escaping through my tears
stinging as they fly away
black specks in above blue
leaving laughter behind that falls to

Winterfresh FlamesA piece of gum,
your words roll like winterfresh breath
from your lips, carving the air into ice sculptures,
slowly freezing the torn edges of what I once had thought was truth.
A refreshing sensation yet it has chilled me into my place and your words are
written on my skin like frostbitten-blue tattoos.
Give me cinnamon.

You cease utterance and the air falls, thrown aside and
cast into shatters of melting glass,
quenching my flaming heart.
I feel the steam in my chest.

I used to feel protected by the lukewarm everyday
but this simultaneous heat and frost has altered the things I once knew.

Your presence sets shivers through my s

Through My WindowHer house was the one next to mine. Yesterday, it had the "FOR SALE" sign just outside next to the mailbox and today, they're moving in. I saw her get out of the truck and just about had to scrape my face off the window. Luckily, my bedroom window faced the street where I watched her help her parents unload the moving truck. They had a lot of stuff. After about an hour, my mom knocked on the door telling me I should go help. I think she knew I'd like the girl. I wasn't too curious about a lot of other girls from my school because I'd watched them all grow from that awkward elementary school stage. But this girl – she was new…

I too

Making Deals with the WindI used to make deals with the wind.

She'd blow for me, and I'd sing for her.
She'd take the sound of my voice and immediately whisk it away to some far-off place
like a secret only she could hear.
Perhaps she would deliver the message to some unknown someone far away.
One who truly cared.
She'd softly blow away all my cares and worries with my song,
and I felt she was the most loyal and caring friend I had. The only one I had.

Sometimes I thought she might be angry with me.
She'd blow my hair so hard it would whip my face
and sting.
It felt like a lashing.
But the times I really knew she was mad were when she held so st

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*Created-By-Caz May 27, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

It really was a beautiful day there.

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~Dani-the-Naiad May 27, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

Indeed. We need more beautiful days! It snowed the day before! Officially crazy weather!

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*Created-By-Caz May 27, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

We got some snow in May too - couldn't believe it! A bunch of us were just stood there at work watching it. Talk about jaw dropping.

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~Dani-the-Naiad May 27, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

yeah! ridiculous!

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~retro2k May 26, 2010 Hobbyist Photographer

Nice panorama! Good luck with the contest!

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~Dani-the-Naiad May 26, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

thank you very much!

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