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We lean into each other like drunken pillars.

Light does not bless the fury of our bones -
We of the extinguished;
We of the formless.

Forgotten.

Relics of a history that only the dead cared to search for once upon a time;

we were meant to be ruined.

I gleam with a graceless faith,
tear-dazzled and saint-like with
my bloody knees and eyes drowning in god; an empty vowel.

{ { your heart is a loveless tomb;
it sighs for no one } }

I bury myself beneath your broken eyes, and infect everything.

a grain of sand within self-loathing;
a parasite of ardent perfection.

And before I could re-build my walls again, (darling, they’ve been up so long, they had forgotten what it felt like to fall), you whispered your agonies, and your ineluctible affections to the crumbled stone, and my foundations vanished.

I am defeated. I am resolved.

you plague my hands nightly with your weeping;
these ink-dreams do not belong to me.

Your tears stain each dripping letter, my eyes serve as their vessel.

I cannot promise you life in all this rust,
my chest is swollen with shadows, it
does not provide the warmth most require;

Roses do not envy me.
I am not the fatal type of beauty;

I’d like to tell you now that my heart strings do not suffice as stitching.

They are frail and knotted in places where others have torn them,
but I’d sacrifice them if only to repair you.

I cannot promise eternity, for I am not a god.

I am made solely of imperfections, a patchwork of instability, but I’d whisper warmth through your flesh and into your heart’s fragile structure, if only I could call you mine. If only you dared to have me.

Darling, I cannot describe you, regardless of my boundless words, and the passion that sings with your lips, for an unbearable beauty can only be left

unnamed.

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unnamed.obsession.

Contributed by FleurdeSang on Sunday, 12th April 2009 @ 10:11:08 AM in AEST
Topic: obsession

We lean into each other like drunken pillars.

Light does not bless the fury of our bones -
We of the extinguished;
We of the formless.

Forgotten.

Relics of a history that only the dead cared to search for once upon a time;

we were meant to be ruined.

I gleam with a graceless faith,
tear-dazzled and saint-like with
my bloody knees and eyes drowning in god; an empty vowel.

{ { your heart is a loveless tomb;
it sighs for no one } }

I bury myself beneath your broken eyes, and infect everything.

a grain of sand within self-loathing;
a parasite of ardent perfection.

And before I could re-build my walls again, (darling, they’ve been up so long, they had forgotten what it felt like to fall), you whispered your agonies, and your ineluctible affections to the crumbled stone, and my foundations vanished.

I am defeated. I am resolved.

you plague my hands nightly with your weeping;
these ink-dreams do not belong to me.

Your tears stain each dripping letter, my eyes serve as their vessel.

I cannot promise you life in all this rust,
my chest is swollen with shadows, it
does not provide the warmth most require;

Roses do not envy me.
I am not the fatal type of beauty;

I’d like to tell you now that my heart strings do not suffice as stitching.

They are frail and knotted in places where others have torn them,
but I’d sacrifice them if only to repair you.

I cannot promise eternity, for I am not a god.

I am made solely of imperfections, a patchwork of instability, but I’d whisper warmth through your flesh and into your heart’s fragile structure, if only I could call you mine. If only you dared to have me.

Darling, I cannot describe you, regardless of my boundless words, and the passion that sings with your lips, for an unbearable beauty can only be left

unnamed.

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Re: unnamed.obsession. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 12th April 2009 @ 10:58:23 AM AEST
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Oh Stephy! *sigh*

Your absence is felt here most acutely. Your style of writing and choice
of words, metaphors and imagery is always so brilliantly mastered.
I feel you in this, (as with so many of your works). But there is more ... there
is so much more. There is desperation, without urgency; there is beauty, but
also unpleasantness; there is strength, but also weakness. And in the all and
everything of it, there is PASSION. As always.

I'm always so pleased to be able to read your work and find inspiration waiting.

~ Breezy

Re: unnamed.obsession. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 12th April 2009 @ 03:33:51 PM AEST
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Yearning desires that say it's imperative we have an answer now. If only, if only .... and well, what Breezy said. This is an awesomely passionate poem.

Thank you for a most enjoyable (while simultaneously somewhat disturbing) read where I could imagine all these desires and words that were just dying to get out.

Tim

Re: unnamed.obsession. (User Rating: 1 )
by doug on Monday, 13th April 2009 @ 11:42:37 AM AEST
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Hey Sweetie , been a long time. As always your writing invokes a feeling that I can't ever seem to describe properly. The thing that speaks volumes about your work is that even when I've seemingly nothing left inside of which to write with you somehow pull these emotions out and inspire me. Btw thank you for your latest comments on my poems and though I've yet to make Terminal Erotica into a song I have posted four new ones on my myspace. My screen name is Black Orchid now. " I am made solely of imperfections, a patchwork of instability, but I’d whisper warmth through your flesh and into your heart’s fragile structure, if only I could call you mine. If only you dared to have me." Wonderful work. truly , Dusty

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