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sunlight is deadlightstars stutter through our
atmosphere at night
and i wish upon them, hoping
i don't pick a dead one
Time can't change everything.you slip from my grasp
like the ocean leaves the sand
(always coming back)
when words aren't enoughI think,
looking at you
is more poetic
than anything
I could
write.
hands don't last foreverfields have broken inside of me.
i bleed poppies.

then nature blows on my face
and i am a fog, a fog curling.

you have never seen my heart.
scrawled racing thoughtsone.
the stars aren't shining tonight but i hope they are wherever you are. i think it would be a nice thought, that after all these years and years of light traveling through space they'd find their way to your eyes and into your heart. because you're the kind of person that would put them there, you see.

two.
I was standing with a little girl, and she showed me her rainbow sticker. her eyes were as big as suns, and so full of sadness. her clothes weren't new, but her hands were clean as she pointed at the girls who never gave her a second thought. she pulled me closer and whispered,
"I hate when they're monsters."

three.
I like the pa
the carnival of ash.If in time of flowers there should come a waltzing hour when
a watercolor caravan breaks through a grove of charcoal trees and from the boughs you see some tiny wizened fingers flash the secret skies a sign at morning,
then take care to bend the sunbeams, shush the bed springs, dust me from the dirty corner, sweep my bones,  cajole my feet, for the king has called off melancholy.
It's a carnival of ash.

If in time of needles you are dancing with black beetles and you hear a velvet beating from the heart within the ground
get away from torpid thinking pay no mind to time or cost
move your mouth to sound the call
this is the carnival
When Backspace Breaks.And I loved you
more than letters.

I loved you more than language.
I still goto sit by the well
on those brown grey autumn evenings
when the flat white clouds wrinkle
the rusty sky as the day goes down.

to think about your siamese cat
her oval amber eyes
like lamps
in the orange light.
how slowly she  would slink
into my lap to lick and lick my cheek
until the blood scratched through.

to think about the empty
bottle of Jack
tipped over on the table, stuck
on those spruce blue winter nights.
how slowly we would slide
down on the wooden floor
your head sinking in
between my knees.

to smell your cocoa butter skin agian
still sitting by the well,
and to throw another dime
down that dead dry throat
psuedo seductressthose unscrupulous hands and wrists,
coy twists and flicks,
so dainty,
so subtle,
not so much demanding
as requesting
and yet...
expecting,
the pull,the gentle push,
choice words,choice looks,
that neednt be chosen.
the unrippled,unbroken pool,
tempting,taunting.roulette.
if tempted will you brave the deeps
or mock drown in shallows?
nothing more than a gaze,
perhaps it was less,
though that was enough,
enough to stir the puddle that really does hold depths of oceanic porportion.
she beckons,
you can hear her song,
pale,soft,mouring,beautiful,
resonating sadness that pricks the flesh,
the kind that makes any man wish
OilThe human body is a perfect reconstruction of divine heresy.
Souls come and go, but transcendence will always reign supreme.
Water can purify my mind as much as blood can purify my thoughts.
The image in my reflection has devil horns...funny how life has grown kind to me.
Stages of a DreamStages in a series of seven mirrors faded.

Stages in another now smashed.

Stages in a series of seven mirrors arcane.

Stages in the mirror inverted, inside out mocking.

Stages in the final mirror black, reflecting lies nevermore.

Like so many fall leaves,
their colors chasing down the winter.

Sinking, struggling with binds never ending
as the darkness grows heavier.

A pyramid of seven pendulums, six lost.
The last now but a child's toy,
opening worlds in between the margin of sleep.

A cacophony of intensities scream of the circle broken.
Laughing was the worm god.

My hatred now conquered.
My eyes fill with a galaxy of stars exp
The divide indecisiveBend your ways
Mend the rules
Send their flesh
Rend the mail

Cut to the heart of the matter

                 M
                 I
Reality         R        Reverse
                 R
                 O
                 R

   Which stares into you?
Untitled
--Your sweet last sunset (?)--

Take a breath,
a long, slow breath.
Picture the most beautiful image
and slowly close your eyes.
Slowly, slowly,
there's no rush,
remember it's your last,
make it fade away with the light.
Your last sunset,
yes your sweet last sunset…
The light gets dimmer and dimmer
and you feel everything fade away,
It's your last…
But suddenly you want it back.
You want everything back.
So take one, just one
more breath,
and one, but only one,
more look at the light.

And now it's gone.
It was your last.
Your last breath,
Your last look,
Your last sunset…

And everything fades away…
beginnings and ends.pause and play
   black and white
photographs

and vertigo with nothingness
  and endless thoughts
all about i love you

and jump off cliffs
       with me.

                hey little girl
lost inside your own
inhibitions
              do you love it when
you shed shining tears

                                 bug bites
                     and summer nights
and dress-up dolls
and skinned knees
and hope
and loss.
                                                 the sun is too bright
                                                 for my sensitive soul
                                                 and blackened
The Fall I stood on the edge of darkness,
staring into the black ocean with grey eyes,
with warm sand beneath my feet,
warm tears on my face,
looking down.
They always told me not to look down,
but I couldn't resist;

I always wondered if I would be brave enough,
to stare death in the eyes.

Mommy, look at me!

I closed my eyes and took two steps forwards,
and spiraled off the edge,
remembering to point my toes
and throw my hands together above my head,
just like the ballerina I never was.

I always wondered what life would be like,
if I hadn't been so scared,
and given up everything I tried.

Mommy, I can fly!

I opened my eyes,
and
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The HoleThere is nothing here.

Lips that utter everybody's words won't get you here.
Unseen arms scratch useless eyelids here.
The uniform of flesh drowns down here,
where darkness dissolves color
conviludes stone moss and universe.

There is nothing here.

nothing to worry about offending nature.
nothing ever lived that had a nature.
unforgiven feet fall everywhere on earth and that
is nature.

Down here there is no voice.
no hole to fall through
no black empty soil to grow solitude or
weariness more and more and more.

Down here in perfect
dark.. ..we grow by less and less and less.
every song.the last time i cracked my head on the coffe table
i was penniless and heartsick and my father stitched my broken bone himself.
the last time i was on a plane
i wore sunglasses,
i looked out the window,
i looked back.
the last  time i kissed someone i was under star
s and piss ass drunk just like the last time
i watched Coffee and Cigarettes.

so now i'm putting myself under finger.
i'm smelling spiced amaretto'
i'm licking my cirarette
i'm living in a hole the size of my head
dancing in the kitchen.
not sleeping red eyed not eating looking at faces in the clouds.

in paintings an angel is a beautiful man with a halo and wi
serenadeI hear the coughing at four or five in the morning
when i ease through the black crack in the doorway to your room.
your skinny throat grumbling agian like a steeple crashing into your lungs.

Sometimes i feel my hands are sewn behind my back my darling.
Sometimes i see you trembling, glistening with crystals, like a closed fist too
    tight for me to squeeze through.
Sometimes i feel your skin like an empty emberless furnace, cold and hard
    and when i saw an ant creeping up the bone on your shoulder in the dark

to crush it

i pressed my skin to your skin
and i held and i held and i held.

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shooting star sonata

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I saw you staring out over the blue and bushy earth
under a lamp post burning dim and yellow when
i slid across the opal sky in june. i spun and zang like a rocket down
like a spark from dusty shadows on the moon.

Like a spark from dusty shadows on the moon i
darkened, twinkled, -saw the crushing weight below the clouds-
the tight box houses crunched tiny corridors and frowns.
so cold it must be there,  blown about by wind by wind and drenched by rain and washed out by rain 'till nobody has color anymore.

And nobody has color anymore. like dried up
vines that wrap around a tree and
died
while killing.
--that is the most natural thing--

So i saw you wispering wishes at the sky
--that is the most natural thing--
trusting in the wind  to carry them high
out of your own orbits up to me and i
might carry them to god
i might
but god
let me tell you something boy -i've been there-
let me tell you god spoke once
in long and dusty tones and now
there's you
under a lamp post
and there's me up in the sky
and there's you under
a lamp post and
me up in the sky

and a million million empty lonely miles.

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shooting star sonataby ~Khrishna

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©2006-2013 ~Khrishna
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~echo-song Jan 28, 2009
:D Your poem has been featured in the news article "Poetry of the Stars" [link]
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~Cathy74 Aug 11, 2006
it's awesome!
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~Cathy74 Aug 12, 2006
u're very welcome^^
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~Khrishna Aug 11, 2006
thank you.=)
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~Innocence-Maintained Aug 10, 2006
:wow:
totally amazing!!! your imagry is just superb!!!

Luisa xoxo
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~Khrishna Aug 12, 2006
i'm glad you like it.=)
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~knotbox Aug 10, 2006
Thats very pretty. Probaby not the right word. But this strikes me as something 'pretty'.
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~Khrishna Aug 10, 2006
it's the prettiest word.
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~knotbox Aug 10, 2006
^__^ glad you understand.
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`Halatia Aug 10, 2006  Professional Writer
The flow of this piece was awesome. At first, I wasn't so sure what I was getting myself into (the normal skepticism when approaching a new poem), but by the end I didn't even realized that I finished. I had to re-read it. ;)

The only thing, and I'm not sure if it was intentional, but the lack of capitalization for words such as 'I' and 'June' and words that start a sentence caused me to balk a bit. They seemed a bit distracting in a poem that followed so well.

But good work!
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