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The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.
the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.

i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;

i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)

and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
elsewhere.
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
leav
He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.

The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.

But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a
Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.
PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink

A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint
with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
and sleep-heavy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
optic nerves,
and here you are:
facing a choice between
on
and
out.
and this?
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
weightless ache--
this is what
gone
feels like.
Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,
their dreams condemned to ashes,
and our restless bodies stretch,
for forgiveness, for direction –

survivors of the abyss,
amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –
so many dead, so many maimed,

how many graves are we standing on, today?
SisterSister

A sister is like a soul mate;
Someone who is always there
to guide me through fate.

A sister is,
a part of childhood that I cannot erase;
A sister like you,
is one that I would never replace
because you always know how to
put a smile on my face.

I know I can depend on you
to always be there for me;
This is one hundred percent guaranteed!

I've had great memories with you
in the past;
and I hope there are many more
to come,
in the future.
Life, Death And A Pork Chop SandwichAll tangled up, hard to breathe
This steel cloud day that swirls
With heat and pounding hammers
I shake in my boots and cough up
Blood, rust and damaged flesh
Waiting for the second coming
Maybe next time around there'll be
Some chance for more than this

A twisted barbed wire halo
Wrapped tight around my skull
Blinding white light aura
Swarming with flies I'm flying
To pieces, thousands of shards
Cannot be brought back together
But I will remember the summer
Of my first Chevrolet in each bit

Gleaming bits of glass in the desert
Each reflecting a different moment
Still, now, enduring until the waves
Of a new ocean sweep them away
No pain
SurelyIt was raining
when we kissed for the first time,
for the last time.

Thin rivulets
sunk into the shrunken space
between our bodies
and divided us
like nothing could before,
like everything will
from now
until that never again
when we will
see each other once more,
no more.

Your eyes were
that bewitching shade
of dull brown blue
with all of the light darkness
whirling
in a placid pond
around a pupil
overflowing with vacancy,
and me
and my frowning smile.

The winter heat
fell like a rising tide
and,
for our every breath
was another death
so black and full of life --
embracing our boiled ice skin
as we drew apart,
came together and broke free
Pretty little things called words and dustif you weren't a hypocrite,
you'd be wrapped in the sweetest
perfumes
(learning
how to engulf the ocean
with your lungs
and think of how to cup it
in your hands
despite
your broken prayers and
still be beautiful)

dance with the gypsies
'till noon
(a quake in
your hips like the thrust
of continents
and the faultlines
emanating from
your spine,
but still
so, so graceful)

sing with the nymphs
in tune
(your voice,
it's growing old,
raspy even.
your throat's burning dry
like a monsoon
faltering in a desert,

and tones
still octaves
powerful)

be nestled in a king's arms
soon  
(oh, you precious
little thing.
how
Riddle  My tears fall,

      like invisible

               diamonds.

 My heart beats,

      like soundless

               drums.

 Unwanted,

       because of the

             strings attached.

What am I?
A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.

Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.

Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!

I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even
Why meI wanted sleep very badly
I tried my hardest to rest
I closed my eyes and laid there
But sleep didn’t come easy
I would doze off
And wake back up
Again
Why me? When I know I have to be up at 3 AM.
Seaside HolidayI am content
to stay
a caterpillar

Who says
you have
to change?

What's so great
about being
a butterfly?
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How to lose something you can't find?

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Sometimes a few days ago
Or was it minutes? I don't know
Something black and heavy laid itself on me
Guess it felt like laying on me
It has its own little free will
And it comes back to kill

Every smile I allow my lips
Fades away as it grips
'Sorrow' lives on its fingertips
As it touches I feel this eclipse
It's always too late to call
You know, we're all doomed after all

I write these words as I feel clear
As I smile and laugh at fear
But there's always that blackness behind my ear
Making sure my state of mind goes severe
I fear I might be losing my mind
But how can I lose something I can't find?
:iconsudenkaamos:
Some words again, felt like it suddenly!
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~mOOkata Feb 18, 2013
Sie kirjotat tosi hyvin!:) upea runo.
kauankin kirjotellu?
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~SudenKaamos Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Kiitti :) Juu itseasias varmaan jo 13v asti, se on ollu semmonen sillon-tällönen harrastus.. Tän laitoin yhteen biisiinki jos jaksat kuunnella [link]
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~mOOkata Feb 18, 2013
Wow! sie olet taitava: )
pakko sanoa että mie en kyllä kamalasti oo tavannu miehiä jotka kirjottaa runoja ym ym.
ja vielä nuin hyvin : 3
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~SudenKaamos Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Hahaha :P Njaaa, no en kyl mäkään sen puolee.. Siin saa kärsii vähä ku on erilainen mut iha sama mun mielestä :) Säki näytät kirjottava, vois katella!
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~mOOkata Feb 18, 2013
jep! todellakin saa kärsiä... maailma on niin ahdasmielinen että ei mitään rajaa ja ihmiset pinnallisia. tiedän.
Mut onneks meitä on erilaisia :)!
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~SudenKaamos Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Joo samaa mäkin funtsinu kauan ja joskus se haittas mua itteeni et tuli "erilainen" olo tai silleen poissuljettu. Mut sitten mä tajusin et nehän on aidot luuserit ketkä elää jonkun tietyn muodon mukaa ja ne ei tajuukkaa kuinka moni nauraa niille... Nojoo täst voisin varmaa kirjottaa 4-5 sivuu tekstiä :D Jepp, ja koskaa ei tiiä millanen joku on ennenku sille antaa mahollisuude
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~mOOkata Feb 19, 2013
Nuinhan se menee :D no mut... miun mielestä erilaisuus on voimavara, jos sen osaa kanavoida:D
vIELÄ KUN IHMISET YMMÄRTÄIS SEN..
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~SudenKaamos Feb 19, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Kanavoida nii :D Jotkut on vaa erilaisia kaikilla kanavoilla :P Ne o nii laiksoja ettei ne jaksa oikee ymmärtää
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