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footprints  some days you are absent,

 and i sit waiting even if i know, that although
 your bike is parked at the usual spot,
 you'll be nowhere to be seen.

i never ask where you've been.

maybe you found a place where heartbeats sound
like autumn leaves swirling in the wind.

maybe you just couldn't face me.

  and you wear silence like a wedding gown,
  soft silk sewn together with a brutal honesty.

  there is no going back.

(she threw her regrets off a mountain, memories
carving their way through the cold stone, slowly forming

a waterfall

and now she feels no thirst, only
a longing slowly drowning her.)

in the end, you had to
war zone.
there is a war zone
running ruthless
in our veins

(you are the cartridge
and i the bullet).

it's a wasteland out there
but we're reckless
and restless
and anarchy
still has its charisma
though i've forgotten what
we're fighting for.

we are the young guns and
broken guns
and
the acrid scent of ammunition
clings to our skin

(i pluck at my shrapnel fingernails
though you tell me to stop
"everything's jagged now,"
and i swallow down
the taste of iron
lingering heavy like empty shells
on my tongue).

sometimes i imagine
we never shot the sun out of the sky
in a burst of misguided ambition

because when it's dark outsid
16The moon renders a highway
As the trees paint the spectre,
You sit with a stillness — unnatural;
You listen for the twigs to snap.

My pulse is a bird straining
Against a cage of flesh.
Haiku Ithe birdsong filled her
empty shell with a blissful
verse of harmony.

---

one purple flower
swallowed by the azure sea,
now forever alone.

---

the moon ate the stars,
and carried them far away,
darkening the sky.

---
we found love in the mondegreensea fox
conflate by starfish
shimmer in soft waves
the tender turn; toss among these things
waving—
squeezing between the mondegreen softly,
as with the lilt of ocean
seashell breaths crept
gentle.
*
by the
soft dawn of day
i slipped from your arms
once hiding myself in love's cocoon
as the
spring always seemed to cry for us
kiss us goodnight neath the stars
the swallow of wings
made bloom.
scar-crossed(my fingers are colder than the solemn blue
buried in her eyes. so much dead beauty,

like an ocean without waves).

she is fading and i cling to her,
and in this tiny little moment
between breaths

we barely even exist.
the riverbed
you settled down in the country with

poetry pouring down your chest

love me to death, love me endless. i

can hold your breath if that's what you need,

i'll be the voice that pleas

like it did two years ago

i shake like a leaf while you find relief

in bottles on stacks of shelves & books

you spell my name out in the sand, i feel you

everywhere i look. i can't say please, i don't

say sorry - i'm never sorry, i'm never pleased

i want to stay down on my knees, & let you

take my pain from me

sleepy whispering

in the knots of my hair, & the nooks of your room

i lost myself in the belly of june, & woke to

you

you,

you imagin
Mimicrymildewed [ghosts]
haunt the c.r.a.c.k.s in the w        do not
                             a        mistake
                             l        their voices
                             l        for
                             s       
imperfect architecturedelicate temple
your heart is a chandelier
your brain's a traitor
Ixchelthe new year riots in
on its horses,
all helmets and gunpowder,
reared on its haunches
like a conquistador army.

your invasion brings out the
Mayan in me,
the pre-Columbian refusal
to be subdued,
the impetus to reclaim my territory,
hissing like a serpent,
a jaguar.

my civilisation
is scattered like stars
in centres of sacrilege, sacrifice;
my heart an ancient ceremonial
stone, a step pyramid raised to the heavens
like a rocky intake of
breath.

I, hellcat, spitfire,
murderess, bloodspiller,
tongue like an obsidian flint:
I rage like a goddess.

you, soldier to my warrioress,
discipline to my fury,
hypocritical saint
to my unabashed lust fo
resolutethis year, my resolutions won't be stuffed into my bedside drawer. i'm not going to roll them up like a cigarette, small and deadly, and tuck them into my pocket. i won't let them rot there, and remember them only when they're small, pilly pieces on my favorite sweater when it comes out from the dryer, forgotten by the time i pull each piece off, letter by letter.
because i've never realized until now, but my resolutions are the outline for a book that's always misplaced or miswritten, so coffee stained and battered that by the time the winds of december come to turn its pages, there isn't a single word to touch. because, instead of my novel or a chapter, i write myself an anthology. i title it regrets and feed it to the fire, burn away the past year and my chance at every single thing i could have learned.
but this year, before i sliced open the spine and tore out each and every syllable, i stopped. i read.
and, for once, these aren't regrets, but things i know i need to change
Davaothe equatorial sun
soft-etched on my skin,
there, del sur

islands away

the tan lines of shallow-bathing
in your eyes

there is so much time between

you
and
I

you spoil me, featherbreath
do i dare commit my memory
into dreams?

i laugh upon waking,
i did not realize--
i run when i go to you
firefliesI believe in the daylight

I believe, I believe, she's whispering

little hands clasping the

hay in the meadow

In the warmth of waning fire-eyed

harvest - oh, darling

I believe in you

The moon is in the stomach of the sky, & a cat

is crying songs about what the night can become.

Oh, darling, you're the one.

If I stood here forever I'd spend a lifetime loving you.

Oh darling, you're my fever dreams

caught in the tangles of my cotton dress

the dirt in my shoes

I'm running quicker than the fireflies in the forest- I believe

in you
stained-glass secretsyou never seem to notice
but i watch you
hide your stained-
glass secrets all
over the house;
rolled up in egg cartons
in our slowly emptying
fridge, under the
welcome mat where you
used to keep your
keys. they're peeking
out from under the bed,
rattling inside boxes
at the back of the
closet. listen, i can
only wait so long;
perhaps just until
the paint melts
Indigo Spellat night i start
    revolutions,

    defying the gods
    i claim the stars,

    my personal vessels
         to reach my dreams,

         the possibilities
         are endless;

         will you follow
                        me?

    take a turn into
         endless shades,

    so much more intense
    than the day-dreaming hours,

    using simply my minds eye
    i push beyond boundaries

                        and fly,

    i'll venture to wherever
    my sleeping heartbeat
                        takes me,

         forever lost in my
                        indigo spell.
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and so
the wind blows gently
taking this soul from here to there
fifty-two weeks fly loose from my hair
i grant my fears
to the air

dear friends
those harbours from whom i drifted
may the waves sing songs to you
whichever grains your feet fall upon
may the skies above
stretch blue

i do not need those castles
made of clouds or built of sand
i shall mould a fortress
with the skills that i command
and should my efforts falter
it takes small faith to understand
that i will find your kindness
and your hand

to those whom i have met
you have my deepest thanks
you rocked me from my loneliness
kept my days from being blank

you are anchored to my wishes
you have acted as my buoys
i hope our coming days
are filled with joy
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Written for =Sammur-amat's 2013 AND A TIME MACHINE contest.

This year has had its fair share of ups and downs. Looking back, the highlight was meeting so many wonderful people and becoming close to individuals whom I did not expect to have the courage to approach.

Water, in particular, has been of great importance to me.

Let's sail forward. It's a beautiful world. Who knows what treasures await us?

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*KJ-Illustration Feb 2, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
Hi, congrats on winning a place in the 2013 and a Time Machine Competition :dummy:
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*kittykittyhunter Mar 28, 2013
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*kittykittyhunter Mar 28, 2013
Thank you so much for your kindness! :tighthug:

And man, thank you for hosting such a lovely contest. It's an honour.
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~3fukutaicho Jan 3, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
Happy New Year~ =]

And that is a sweet poem. I met a lot of new people this year too, in the new I course I began studying, and those new friends have become very important pillars of moral support for me.

Let's all work and hope for an even better year in 2013. :D
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*kittykittyhunter Mar 28, 2013
Happy, um, end of March! ^^;
(Good grief, I'm so sorry.)

I'm glad that we both have strong support bases. :D It's pretty crazy that a quarter of this year has already flown by, but I have huge dreams to strive towards so yeah, let's keep climbing the mountain!

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No problem, hehe

And yes, onward and forward we go. :hug:
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