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BURIED IN BEAUTYBury me in beauty, in that defiant space where
your soul flaunts the Starlight that shimmers
like solstice skies, I will be the ghost that
glows unpronouncable-by anything but the white
starling truths fluttering for air from where
they languish in your bareback belfry, I will
hollow out another memory so you can find me
when I speak with the voice of a thousand novas,
silently keening what I wish I could have spoken
long ago, but I was too weighed down with the
end of the world combing stories through the
remainder of my disheveled days, leaving me
lusciously arched and pondering on the waste
that plunders the Earth of gentle sentience,
but
TO DREAM ON BUTTERFLY WINGSIt must have been the Moon that disheveled my Dreams,
in the morning I picked up the stray butterfly wings
they had left scattered on the floor, singed and still
smoking with the dust of the last dream I lived before
awakening, I cradled them in my palm and shed a lonely
cerulean tear for their intricate fragility expired,
but it was too early to mourn for what I still had...
so I put my newfound butterfly wings in a jar with
the skin of Stars and the iridescent scales of a chimaera
I had once befriended, I watched them glitter and glow,
so I opened the jar and watched them trickle to freedom,
filling up that space breathing between the Moon
WINTER'S WONDERLast night I dreamed a diadem of Dreams,
they broke through the pure purple that haloed
my mind and scattered in me far and with
further extremes, a blizzard of silver coins,
but I was not really sleeping as I dreamed
myself awake, the homespun quilt laid quietly
at my side and the curtains whispered as
they withdrew from my frosty-laced window,
I watched Winter's Wonder blot out the world's
ugliness with purity, I heard her sing to me
a hymn so gossamer fine that I shunned sleep
to be in this momentary solace amidst the storm.

I surrendered myself to Winter's Wonder,
her glamour glittered gorgeously-like crystal
finely sheared into confetti
THE STARS SHALL NOT DIEIn reverie fashion I stood on the precipise
where Dreams unclothed the Dreamer they met,
spilling unborn timelessness I wept for them
-until my tears glistened with the magic that
crested my blood, the hum of hands, lips lusting
to drink from the Cosmos windswept and weeping,
I removed my everyday clothes and clad myself
in a gossamer gaze as I felt my mortality quiver
from me-into the primevel bliss seeding the
universe with supernatural ability and fables
not so arcane, the Night beckoned me with her
unsheathed Sword of Stars pointing to the
constellation spining within my moony breast,
I could feel her prying me open...this urn
where the m
A SIREN'S LOVEI hear her song in my soul, recalling me home to her depths
where I shall drift along-endlessly enchanted-in a grotto of bliss,
eons of Desire and Dreams in her eyes I gazed-as well as Death-
but I couldn't escape her song, making me forget all but her abyss.

For a thousand years I swam outside this mortal skin,
painting visions of another Sky I think I remember far away,
but my siren pulls me out of the depths of Memory I'm within,
she holds me close, I know one day her embrace shall bring my grave.

My siren with the sunlit hair and eyes of aqua swirls, she ensnares
with Passion so pure that it could drown a heart's jaded remains,
the whis
TAKE ONE...I take one finger and trace the outline
of my soul scenting that infinite space
between Reverie and Reality, vibrations
opaguely unreal leave me dizzy as I remove
my fingernail and glimpse the future in
the bloody swatch beneath, oh how did I
come to be here-a muse blurring the lines
and bending poetry to fit my own design?
Must my steps richocet off the Silence
before the world fades away and I learn
to bleed less prettily and less often?

I take one finger and stroke the ribbons
of lightning that illuminate furious Skies,
riding bareback on the thunder claps...
I take my insanity and create a method
of innuendo that I try to live by, but
th
SHRAPNEL MEMORIESMemories whittle themselves into bookmarks
when I disturb the dust that gathers over them,
between Dusk and Dawn I condemn my heart
to carve itself open, sprawling my feelings
like a ragdoll on an unmade bed no longer
concealing her need to be whole, silently
I creep like some homeless stray down the
alleyways of remembering, I try not to let
this hellcat sink its claws too deeply into
my story, but I can hear the hiss of these
memories and feel the sharpness of the
shrapnel they have embedded into my blueprint,
even Time cannot dull their arsenol that
has me bleeding a million shades of scarlet,
staring holes into the Night wh
The Echoes of LoveThe wheels of time are turning
Life's tide it slowly ebbs
And the best of life is dreaming
For love is surely dead

Cold, brown earth is barren
The tree's are stark and bare
Wet, brown leaves decaying
Does hope shine anywhere?

I hear the faintest echo
Fading memories of love
Journeying on the wind
To somewhere far above

The strength of youth is fading
Just as the winter sun
Time is undefeated
And some battles can't be won

Loneliness is poison
It seeps into your bones
In my heart a palace
That holds an empty throne

Yet on the tides of sleep
The world of dreams doth reign
I ride a swan to Avalon
Where nothing seems the sam
A HAUNTED PLACEBeyond the silhouette of my mind undone,
far beyond the skeletons of undead things
that wait for the unaware to draw near,
there lies another world, a haunted place
that bleeds in me, I can feel it dripping
blood a thousand shades of Darkness,
I can feel it scattering far and further
inside words scarlet extreme, it tells me
not to get lost to the corrosion of Yesterday
as it whispers tick tock...your life is
trickling away, through my splayed fingers
my blood drips, keeping time to the pendulum
that ticks in me, but I hear a crunching
beneath my feet...I look down and see that
I am standing on a pile of pulverized bones
and ca
WITCH'S BREWI can see her, an archaic spectre framed by
the moonlight ether, she haunts this sweet
coffin darkness that tousles my mood to become
a matchstick to her magic, she curls her long
ebony fingers around my soul, a shock of shadows
cling to the midnight skin I wear, dissolving
away the chalk that was left after I impaled
the Dark with my Desires nightmare clear,
smoothly her shadows pile over me and smothers
my Fear, into the damp depths of Nothingness
they rot away, waning like the stranger Day
into familiar Night, I can see her.

She stirs my soul into a storm of evening
embers that flicker and flare and I know
that to her I must
WEEPING WILLOWMy heart leaps up beyond the wishing excursions
of Summer when I see you standing alone in the
solitude of your ancestor glade, with tender tears
you weep to the tempo of this land's rural architecture,
Weeping Willow, your beauty is a memory too green
to stay, too rare to last beyond this season's late
sensitive spurs, still your spirit is embalmed in
rustic strength as your ageless roots drink the
milk from Gaia's deep bosom, it rushes through you
-amber hot and amber cool-but as I look at you
content in your simple living I am left to wonder,
Weeping Willow, why does your sweeping leaves hang
down like tears, forsakened to this
GHOST TOWNI'm a ghost town, full of permeable secrets
and the scent of spirits and spectres that
smudge my soul with the ink of past memories,
I live where no postage stamp can stick to my
address, nameless and dateless under the handmade
light that streams from passing midnight trains,
I haunt like old postcards written by fingers
that have not forgotten how to crochet pockets
into my soul, pockets where memories pile high
like pastries, I can still taste them organic
on my tongue, sweet buttercream and tea filtering
through sunset silhouettes, from almost too
clear cups I drink in their clandestine color,
heating my ghost town self with
TO STOKE A MIDNIGHT FLAME...Tenderly flourishing, my mind relapses
in thoughts of you, stretching and yawning
with the curve of morning light across
my slow arise, my memory blushes and I
scorn the dust from settling over my bones,
the steam from my tea curls truer images
from the Silence I brew, sipping teacup moments
I recall how I used to think you were the
epitome I wish to reach-the epiphany of
my every Desire I couldn't breach, but I'm
tired of cloaking you in verse and casting
aside my tears for one who was not worthy
of their felled flourish.

I wish I could think of you and smile fondly
as that old familiar feeling rushes down the
trellis of my bo
A MORTICIAN'S TALEShe laid chafed by the austere Silence of the room,
its weight a counter-clockwise pendulum to the rope
that squeezed the last gasp of life from her broken neck,
now she laid on the table limp and still and waiting
for my examination to exume the secrets of her last hour
-the minutes that demured to seconds and the seconds
that became an ether frozen by Death's fermented breath,
like a rune waiting to be deciphered by the fingers of
phantom Moonlight filtering through my basement window
I studied her, this strange girl with the fiery amber
eyes staring blankly ahead, eyes gasping up at the sterile
ceiling, a lonely tear had frosted
AN ANCIENT MUSEI am an oracle blazing, bleeding worlds in ink
and smoke, gilding creation with my navel's illume
of temple light, a thousand serpents hide in my
ancient tissue, they taste the secrets of the tomb
as the Dark splits open and the Light spills free,
these serpents who coil inside my primordial womb
I know them as I know myself, in me do they grow,
I give birth to them and my inner moon.

I am a jewel exhuming a memory from Winter's
ice-milk silhouette, soaking my crescent eyes
in honeyed wine so they will be intoxicated on
Purity's ethnicity, under gently kindled skies
I soothe the creases from the seasons with my
Pythian clarity-trembling vows
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I CAREDIn the Silence blinking away the afterglow
that vaporized from us too soon, you broke
the fragile mood and slayed my heart with
your words, you said I didn't seem to care
that you belonged to another, a myriad of
emotion flayed me alive and stole my speech
from telling you how much I really did care,
I cared that another woman was keeping your
bed warm, sharing your kisses, wearing your
caresses, but for one starry-eyed Night
I wanted to feel Love and Passion and Desire,
I wanted to wash away the stalemate of infinite
longing from raping my flesh another Night,
I wanted to replace the lonely bile on my
tongue with a sweet delusi
MOONLIGHT MYSTERYThe Night was silver upon my sweet skin
where I laid in bed-on sheets of purple
mist and a pillow embroidered with moon-
beams, I was naked as the Night breathing
soft around me, I was asleep yet not
sleeping, a vein of visions had sheathed
itself behind my permeable eyelids, and
left embedded in me a slice of Moonlight,
bleeding-breathing-sifting through the
charcoal remnants of the watchful woods,
my unconsciousness was aroused from natural
Shadow into nourishing Light, it took on
the same luminosity as the blue Silence
where I slept, I was aware even as I
trespassed from my slumbering profile
into another half awake style-th

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THE SOUL OF A SNOWFLAKE...

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I unzip the seams of my soul and let out Winter,
her chilly chaos chastises tonight to give up her
solitude to the riot of white that reins outside
my frostbitten window, erasing Summer's fingerprints
and extinguishing Autumn's kindle, Winter looks
at me with the second sight of her arctic owl eyes,
and I know that there will come a time when the
moments of my remaining mortality will clink against
Eternity-Winter's lovechild-and I will come away
from the encounter one step closer to washing my
mistakes clean, until my soul beams ambrosia white...

Once I was lost, once I was unloved-even by myself,
but snowflakes shivered out of my pockets and endeared
me with the poetry they possessed, I caught a glimmer
of solstice glamour in their symmetry, I tried to
catch their warm white whispers on my tangerine tongue,
but their purity was too vivid I had to look away...
to the little lacy lovelies of Winter faeries melting
into my skin, sweet and wildly beckoning I felt them
shear my soul into snowflakes, and then I knew that
the forfeited possibilities of my past can't hold me
back from reclaiming myself, the Hopes I watched fizzle
away before my down cast eyes can't keep me from my
renewable growth, or even to touch a Sky where the
Hurt is cocooned and Healing is given birth from this
Wintry Womb, maybe one day I will learn to love myself
better than anyone else can, and then I will know
what it's like to possess the soul of a snowflake...

December 26, 2012
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THE SOUL OF A SNOWFLAKE...by ~NocturneJewel

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Mood: Love *TheDarkenedBride Apr 3, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
how lovely it sounds - the faith there's a way to wash our mistakes clean :)
btw. this piece reminds me of the Batman movie with Michelle Pfeiffer as Catwoman :lightbulb: I admit sometimes my brain works strangely :XD:
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~NocturneJewel Apr 4, 2013
"Batman Returns"! That is my favorite Batman movie! :iconcatwomanplz: But I must admit, I donèt know how it relates to the poem, but that's okay...brains that work differently are the ones that write the most beautiful poetry. :love:

May the faith of a snowflake always be with you-in spirit- since it's now Spring.
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~BelaRoseWolf Jan 21, 2013  Student Writer
This piece flows so wonderfully! :D Also, winter is my favorite season, so this just made me smile... Amazing work!
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~NocturneJewel Jan 25, 2013
Thank-you so much for that! :iconcraciun6: Yes, I really love Winter-the cold and all the snow-so much better to the heat of Summer. :( In fact, we're supposed to get snow today. I'm looking forward to going for a walk in it. :iconcip16: I'm glad you enjoyed my poem. :iconblueheartplz:
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~BelaRoseWolf Jan 26, 2013  Student Writer
You're welcome! ^^ And I just had lots of snow where I live, and it even knocked out my internet for a few hours, but I love it!
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~NocturneJewel Feb 1, 2013
Hooray for snow! :iconcraciun6:
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=DragonsChest Jan 11, 2013  Professional Writer
'Eternity-Winter's lovechild-and I will come away
from the encounter one step closer to washing my
mistakes clean, until my soul beams ambrosia white...'

One of my favorite verses of poetry ever... :heart:
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~NocturneJewel Jan 14, 2013
Thank-you so much David! :hug:
I love those lines, it's nice to hear that others do too. :iconsnowflakesplz:
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=DragonsChest Jan 19, 2013  Professional Writer
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~Darija9 Jan 10, 2013
So beautiful :rose:
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