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To the lonely sea and the skyin the dim of twilight
I feel immortal
but I feel blue;
stardust and sun drenched
torsos

watercolor pain

like the desert misses the rain

I remember you:
a sky of smog
coasting on thin ice,
limbs tangled
around the
sextile sun and uranus

bones

dust

insomnia on the silvermoon

but I am the wayward child
and there's a hole in my soul,
so please show me

show me what the stars look like tonight.

SenescenceBefore the rain,
all the leaves are brown.

Here's to green memories -
but the tree that loves its leaves
will never know the art of aging.

You found love in our yellow room,
but winter's holding my hand;
it won't be long.

When somebody says your name for the last time,
they gently take your life.

Clarity"Come. You be a gear right here,"
she dares and she is tempting. I admit,
enclosed worlds don't appeal to me.
I am embers on the highway.
I'll forge myself into something greater.
The harvest suits me not, so forth I'll go;
judge me not.

Show me how the sun rises.
Even in the dead of winter,
I am scorched like the Earth from the inside-out.
The heat of this nameless, godless desert is trapped within my wounds.

Follow the shuffling feet,
the bloodied shapes
like patchwork hope sewn together from someone else's sacrifice.
Unmistakable, undeniable, guilty;
but the answer will have escaped you.
With the perfect clarity of ragged eyes
all become

UsedA pillow soaked with tears.
My tears.

I cry all the time out of lonlieness now.

When will you love me again?
Or will you just use me?
Really now, be honest.
Truthful.
Hate me? Why? i've been nothing but nice!

And I've always cared.
Now you're leaving.
You don't care anymore.
Try is all I did.
However, you just used me.
I only wanted a best friend.
Now you don't want me.
Good grief!

Tell me what I did wrong!
Oppressed you? Never!

Your ideas were always great!
Ooutstanding, evem! You're gone now. You don't care.
Used me. That's all I ever was to you.

WishesSo many people wish upon stars.
How many secrets do they hold?
Oh, it must be over a million,
Over a billion.
Trillions at least.
I can't even imagine how many there must be.
Not one person hasn't tried it.
Great, dark skies with tiny, twinkling lights.

Stars are trusted by people.
They never tell your secrets.
And they always listen.
Rise of the sun, the disappear.
Set of the sun, they are back to hear.

whatever befalls the last star in the skyBeautiful Doom,
oh, she falls
93 million miles from the sun, part ii

in an inhuman race [8/365]
the world is going down
and she cradles the sky in her arms
and wonders the whereabouts of God

I should write this down.holy shit I should write this down -

the bad advice kills me;
like self publish WAY before they're ready.
how can we make it better?

you don't write to get a DD;
you write something awesome and then get a DD because you're there.

you don't pay to be published.

publishing isn't the end all be all.

we're ready for you.

LonelyBy myself again.
I don't go anywhere.
To do anything. So I sit there,
Twining my fingers together in boredom.
Except - I don't have to be.
Really. I could call a friend.

The answering machine picks up.
Eventually I leave a message to call me back.
And I cry, because I hate being alone.
Rewinding my VHS tape, I play my favourite movie.
Sad one, though. It's Fried Green Tomatoes.

I hate being alone.

Cause it hurts. It's scary.
Radical thought run through my head when I'm alone.
You guys, please don't leave me, I request as tears run down my face...

AvoidingWhen you're not here, I feel empty.
How much? A lot.
You're avoiding me.

And I'm sad.
Remember me? Or have I become invisible again?
Exceptional. That's what you used to call me.

You used to want to hang out all the time.
Outstanding, the way things change so suddenly.
Underneath my covers, I feel scared I'll lose you.

And yet, i don't call you. Because I'm scared of you, too.
Very much so. I don't want to be yeled at.
Only -
I miss you so much.
Do you miss me?
I waant to talk to you! But you're -
Not talking to me anymore.
Good grief, do you not want me anymore?

Maybe you don't. You could have told me, instead of breaking my heart.
Eve

What is Hallowed and CommonI don't know if I believe in love
But I sure as hell hope it doesn't find me.
I've got too much going on to worry about that.
Hell, I don't even want it.

I think.

I see all these other people moaning and groaning about it
Because they haven't found anyone yet.
They use that word for it? "Found"?
What, is it something you just stumble across without meaning to?

If that's it, love sounds pretty damn inconvenient.
I mean, you're not prepared for it.
You don't know exactly what to do with it,
the first time.

And things like that mess up everything.

Those star-eyed idiots say it isn't so.
That it's supposed to be unexpected.
Well, so is a mug

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Monologue.s.Curtains draw: it's 4 o' clock and
the stage echoes with the sound of hearts beating
in tandem.

Listen –

I can hear you breathe
again; your breath seething
beneath my skin. Your
whispers fill the night with alkali-ash
and I am
heavy; heavy and
falling.
Your words weigh me,
and crack my sulphur lips
like kisses.

(beat)

I never asked for this.

There's a movement,
a balance shifting,
and the darkness begins to lift
like a veil.
//
The Other stirs and
speaks:

And I,

I never answered: you
never let me – just kept me
locked up here, lodged somewhere inside
your ribcage, feeding me
on blood and bones,
acidic st

Satellitei keep my hands outstretched
so that when i sense the night
bend towards me i might
catch a dream between my fingertips.

Paper PlanesSometimes it feels as if the world is
turning in on itself, and that I too
am curling up, folding away, and

learning how to fly.
For we were all born
from the insides of stars,

spouting words and colourforms
and every shade of moth-backed night imaginable.
Even me and my stitches.

And to stardust we'll return.

Maybe I'll fade through this filtered sunlight,
back to me at five,
discovering the world underwater:

the sun split and scattered across the surface;
the mouths puckered, full of streams; the skin
that flickered and wavered like a mirage

that was not your own. Floating:
that feeling of weightless freedom.
And maybe -

You'reYou're secret,
iridescent like tears;
an intricate spiders' web
laced tight:
a smile, spliced.
Fair like the weather.

You're my intravenous jigsaw,
with labyrinthine eyes
sewn shut.
My ball-jointed umbra,
strung sideways
and screaming.

You're oscillating,
cinereal
you're fractured glass -
a moon-skulled reflection;
bare and hollow,
black-backed like the undersides of stars.

You're mute,
blurred at the edges -
a bird with feather flutings
and broken wings
falling
headfirst into sun-split daydreams.

You're-
You're -

not alone,
spit sister.

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#Writers-Workshop is holding a workshop on concrete poetry at the moment, and since it's been quite a while now since I last entered one, I was determined to rustle up something for it.
So here we are, a visual/concrete version of .mercury.

Questions for comments/critiques:

How well do you think this works as a visual/concrete poem? Do you think it's an improvement on the 'standard' version?

Does it read easily, or have I over/under-done the typographical variation? (I was quite paranoid about getting the balance right!)

What did you like/dislike most about it?

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~A-Symmetry Oct 7, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

Seriously cool.

~angel-in-pieces Oct 7, 2010 Student Writer

Thanks

`poisonedrose Oct 4, 2010

I actually kinda like the harshness of this font. There's something straight forward and gritty about it. You've utilised punctuation and symbols really well -- each instance has a proper use rather than just being there for the sake of it.

It's interesting how your choices make me read this differently. I pause in different areas, take longer on words that are arranged in various formats, in comparison to how I read this when it is just plain text. I particularly like how you put helter skelter together.

I think you got the balance just right.

~angel-in-pieces Oct 6, 2010 Student Writer

Thank you very much! I'm glad you thought it was successful.

It was a really interesting exercise to do, using an old poem - it was strange to see how even I myself read it differently with the new format, and how subtle changes in spacing or something can have a great effect on meaning. (:

~Wichata Oct 3, 2010 Student General Artist

Ironically this poem reminds me a lot of a song caller Mercury by Bloc Party. I love how you did the different words to represent different things but perhaps it might have been better if you had more of that? It seems almost bland, although I guess I am looking at the "unpictured" one. I love how you didn't make it completely clear who you were talking about in the first few lines and instead drew the reader in by simply calling him a him. Nice work!

~angel-in-pieces Oct 6, 2010 Student Writer

Thank you very much for your comment!

I was quite uncertain about getting the balance right in how many words I altered for typographical effect. I didn't want to overdo it, but I may have been a little too cautious... The picture-version is now back up; do you think that makes a difference?

~Wichata Oct 9, 2010 Student General Artist

Yeah, I think the picture-version definitely makes a difference to it! I like the picture-version better, certainly.

~angel-in-pieces Oct 11, 2010 Student Writer

It was always intended to work with the picture, which is probably why it looked slightly 'off' without it.
Thank you! I'm glad you think it works better now!

`leoraigarath Sep 28, 2010 Professional Writer

It was a really interesting piece to read! I came upon it through the #Writers-Workshop Concrete Poetry gallery, and really glad I dived in. The way you aligned the text is really interesting and fresh, putting the stress on the right moment with an interesting and creative visuality.

The only thing I didn't like is the font, only because it is somewhat unfriendly in my eyes (personal taste I guess). And the whiter parts on the gray BG of dA is hard to read, or maybe it's just my screen, but I had some trouble with that at first. But those are the only two things that really bothered me. Well done!

~angel-in-pieces Sep 28, 2010 Student Writer

Thank you so much!

I think almost everyone has said the same about the font, haha - and I completely agree. It looked better on the original (where you can also actually read what it says!), but I didn't have time to change it for the workshop version. It's something I'll be editing when I have the time though. (:

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