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Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer

For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of

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.

Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet

(you tell me to be
quiet,

dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)

tonight
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name

my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words

you tell me to be
quiet
so I can hear the world breathe)

I want to go home

SpeakeasyI can feel you like a phantom,
sensation without touch,
like breath in winter
or a misty mountain morning
that stays with me
until the stars fall in evening.

Your eyes contain the secrets
your lips would dare to betray,
but your body tells the story
and I am trying
to read between the lines
of your paperback smiles.

A grazing touch, a covert glance,
the memories remain
as skin grows warm and red
beneath lying fingertips
that claim incidental contact
a thousand times a day.

Of course,
it's not the kind of thing we say
when we are speaking
without talking and feeling
without touching
and thinking without knowing...

all of the things

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.

We Can't Be Together.Every kiss you plant on my lips,
Takes a little bit of my soul away.

You're stealing the passion,
You're invading my heart,
And killing what emotion I've left untouched.
Stop this.
I can't love you.

I've tried to before,
Oh my god,
Have I tried.

Tried to unlock the doors to myself,
Tried to open up,
And let you in.
But as soon as I took one look,
Negativity took it's opportunity,
And struck the hot iron I'd been molding.

Every word you mutter
My knees falter under
You're killing me

You're my kryptonite
I'm your paradise
But in this odd peace that seems to be approaching
I can't find happiness.

We aren't meant to be together
But this

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

WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.

I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze

like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.

Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;

safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.

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

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

Dry Spell I am immobilized by time.
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
fleeting,
evaporating
through the cracks of
my fingers and high

above my head.
I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
words,
silences,
or actions
could possibly satiate it.

I realize only now that it can never be filled:
all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
or stretched
so far
that it dissolves into non-being.
I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devo

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.

You Don't Know ItYou don't know it, but you kept me sane
I nearly went over the edge
With a knife in one hand and a gun in the other
But you grabbed me
Pulled me back on my own two feet
Emptied my hands
And when you realized that I couldn't stand on my own
You hugged me
Like a mother would do for her child
Like a friend would do for, dare I say, another friend

You don't know it, but when you saved me
I felt free
I felt wanted
I felt needed
I felt, dare I say, loved

You don't know it, but when you showed me kindness
I fell in love
In love with your kindness
That same sweet kindness you saved me with
It felt like I found a new home
One that I could be, dare

Pull Her Hair/Stare At The StarsThe ghosts have crashed their ship
on the other side of town,
you can see it from the second floor
all the way over here.
You can see the white clouds
rising from the wreck
and a nova of heat, a big bright
nova of warmth pulling the moths and wolves
out from the woods (with their noses up and searching).
You can smell the yearning like bees
leaving the hive, like the grizzly brown bears
on the jagged white mountains (concrete and imposing).
They call it fear,
but I see these ghosts
scrambling up into the sky
and I like to think it's
something different entirely.

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.

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Elizabeths Song

by °jsenn, Apr 20, 2002, 4:58:14 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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"The Ants Go Marching" plays over
loud speakers. She turned three
last summer strong and full of life,
she loved to sing and march in little
girl steps to her song. "the ants go
marching one by one, hoorah, hoorah"

Child-Pink color had been deftly
applied to cheeks which once
needed none to express her joy
and happiness with life.
"the ants go marching two by
two, hoorah, hoorah"

Screech of brakes, glass against
metal, her aunt was taken first.
In agonizing cries Elizabeth's
song was silenced...

"the ants go marching three by
three, hoorah, hoorah"

Valiant efforts nor a mother's
wail could rescue the body of
a tiny little girl,
but in the end, before she left,
eight others were given life by her.

"the ants go marching eight by
eight, hoorah, hoorah"

Forgive me.
In the second song
I felt the mother/child and ran
I could not bear the awfulness
in that lonely pain.

"the ants go marching nine by
nine, hoorah, hoorah"

Outside, I listened to the birds
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without Elizabeth's song.

"the ants go marching ten by ten,
hoorah"

Joy Senn
4/19/2002

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I attended a child's funeral, today.

!fillerbunny May 3, 2002

Angela called me a pot-head.
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~bubblz Apr 28, 2002

It is always heart-wrenching to hear of anyone's death, but especially that of a child. My heart cried for Elizabeth and her family as I read this poem. It's wonderful how in the middle of a poem about a child's death, you incorporated how she gave life:

"but in the end, before she left,
eight others were given life by her. "

While I know it's impossible to make the pain of losing someone go away....a tribute such as this will surely comfort...

Excellent work Joy!!

Just remember that Elizabeth is above in a world of splendor, love and joy and I'm sure as she looks down at us all and sees this lovely poem, she too is filled with love....for you Joy!

*symonx Apr 26, 2002

Anyone named Elizabeth must be a goddess. Then again, I am biased. ElizabethFaith is my goddess.

`dreamz13 Apr 24, 2002

Very sad indeed, though the insertion of the ants' song does soften the blow a bit. A child's death must be the saddest thing in the world, for I feel that the childhood is the most wonderful stage of our life and having that taken away from us is just so sad. But I also like to think that this is how those little cute cherubs come from. For aren't all children little angels in disguise(though some might believe that they are little devils, but isn't heaven and hell just a thin line away?)?
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Roses are red, violets are blue, I am a schizophrenic, and so am I

`rebelchic Apr 24, 2002

sad...youve captured the emotion greatly...just...greatly

`spunj13 Apr 23, 2002

how sad...really brings the emotions out and makes us swallow hard....i don't usually get moved like this with poetry....but you got me this time...*swallow*....*blink*...all right...excellently written....

.:spunj13:.

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~novacaine Apr 22, 2002

All I can say is this hit really hard and I can feel the tears welling up behind my eyelids.
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~chaosboy Apr 22, 2002

Im trying not to cry but I can feel the tears in my eyes. Having dealt with a young child dying before, I know how terrible it is. Its something none of us ever want to deal with, something no one should have deal with, specifically the child. I want to tell you how good that poem was, how emotional you made it, but it's so hard to say anything else but swallow the lump in my throat....

May Elizabeth's song still proudly play.

Jesus.... :( (Sad)

~mastermindg Apr 22, 2002

this is so sad, very heartfelt and emotional. now this is bittersweet, i think, with the almost mocking childrens song playing almost as if in the background, behind the painful story being told. :( (Sad)