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a ratio of freckles to starsvirginia,

you are floating away in
every direction:

a universe
of sunlight & marrow bones
i want to know

your touch
had vertigo then--
a certain horse sadness

i remember how you
would swallow the stars:
watch them glow through your cheeks

(no one told you
what they thought of light & dying
of being a constellation
drawn across your face)

you are the milky way:
a firefly drowning

but i will trail you--
hold your coat above the water

(a star
exploding a million miles away
with a number for a name)

This is my girlfriend.This is my girlfriend.
I found her all on my own.
She’s little,
And broken.
But still good.
Yeah,
Still good.

cool breeze across sultry skinorange morning
riverside
in the wind
reeds bend
like backs
yours arches
like a bridge
in my breath
and my two lips cross
your soft skin connection
to reach the end
the heartland
open and waiting for me

There isThere is;

Joy in your laughter, music in your voice
Dance in your step, confidence in your stride
Pride in your heart, tranquility in your mind
Sweetness in your smile, fierceness in your eyes
Comfort in your presence, tenderness in your embrace

Nothing quite compares

CountermelodiesWhen it begins,
it’s like discovering
the decadence of music.
Perhaps your breath hitches
on the cello carrying the countermelody.
It reminds you of their voice,
as they warm spices in the kitchen
and you’d wrap your arms around them from behind,
like the horns come up from under
and saturate the harmony.
Their body feels familiar in all different ways,
a second listen granted to a beautiful movement.

You can’t tell them you repeat
the first song they showed you
because it smells like their skin
If you listen close enough.
And they can’t tell you that
they try to harmonize with your
speaking voice on the phone

What the Planets Dream ofThe romance of the stars
is one that only planets can dream of
so I told her
"let's become planets tonight.
Let's never go back
to the heart wrench of home.
There's too much beauty in
the world to see
to have our hearts be broken.
Let's write letter to each other
like Neil Armstrong writes the moon
every night to remind her
that he hasn't forgotten
everything they every had.
What they had was so precious."

You are a bittersweet beauty with hips that lie.Do I crave you because I crave a intense muse?

Poetry flows from my lips.

My heart bruises,

soul feels ripped.

I still want you.

I don’t need you.

I want you.

I want your flesh upon mine.

Whiskey lips and hips that don’t lie.

Bone against bone.

My body is my home.

Experience the bittersweet beauty.

A Particularly Cold NightPouring through the thin glass,
Chilling breaths of autumn waltz about silver curtain…
Invading like tides over a smooth river bed.
It contrasts…
The beauty of frigid air
Elegant spirits dancing about the room
Coated the warmth of her embrace.
As Ticking notions evade
And blackness haunts this vessel,
My heart sinks within her
Plunging deeper into the spectral night.

BeautySmiling into the sunshine I go,
the warm rays on my face as I walk.
The world around me is vibrant,
every color rushing to meet my gaze.
The world seems as if it is waiting for me,
opening its beauty to my eyes.
A drop of water touches my face,
from the sky they fall,
bringing out new color and life.
I sit in the rain as around me it falls.
I would try to find the most beautiful things,
but you are the most beautiful thing of all.

It hurtIt hurt you know,
Falling for you.

I felt very bump and bang,
Every bruise and break.
I tried to hold on,
I tried to slow down,
I tried to stop.
But it was inevitable.
Gravity was too much,
It kept pulling me down
To you.

And when I landed,
When I hit the ground
At your feet
I could barely breathe.
It was too much
For anyone to handle
Let alone me.

But I watched you reach down,
And felt you pick me up.
You gathered together
All my broken pieces
And worked for days
Making me whole again.

It took time
But I finally realised
That for me to fall down to you
Meant that you
Had fallen too.

So once I was rebuilt
I searched for your missing p

Eternal LoveI never thought this day would come so soon.
And yet I always knew it was to come.
For we are nothing but another side of each other.
For all those years we were two sides of a single coin,
Spinning round and round but never facing one another, never meeting.
But those days have passed. We have joined in more ways than one.
And now we complete each other, black and white, white and black…
Different but the same. We will always continue to fly under the same sky.
Together. Nothing else matters but the connection we share.
This connection which binds us, it runs through our veins, through our blood, long before we ever met.
Eternal. Like the symbols that matched our colours and understood our souls.

let's play pretendplease hold me close and keep your eyes shut
i'll become the girl who broke your heart
and you'll be the boy who broke mine

ThiefCant you see she's a thief?
She stole your heart
And your breath
Now she's stealing your last name.

FrostBeneath saw-dust skies
You unfurl
Like the petals
Of distant and haunted gardens,
That are never quite real.

When the sun climbs
Down
And through the slats of my sister’s apartment window,
I claw at the fake mink bed-spread,
Watch dust particles come to rest.

I fall asleep and
You visit me
In my dreamscapes,
Your soul in a strange, alien-animal:
I know it’s you,
With a body full of
Warmth and
Soft love.

Paying the Price They said I was perfect, so why couldn't I keep you,

They said I was brave, so why did I leave you,

They said I was smart, so why did I make such a stupid mistake,

They said I was loyal, then why did I betray you,

I know it's much to late, I guess it was not meant to be,

I open my eyes, only to see painful reality.

I want you know, even if you forever hold me in disdain,

That I will love you ever; Protect you forever,

I was a bump on the road, you found your true love,

But I will love you none the less, I can not halt myself,

You can abate, You can scorn,

I will love you forever, that you need to know for sure,

Even now your gone

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The breeze

by *baccaratta, Sep 11, 2012, 9:22:26 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

Sometimes I stand by the oceanside
Blowing a kiss
Against the horizon
Hoping it will reach across
So you can feel the breeze
Of my love flowing trough your hair

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I hear the waves collide
With the bedrock beneath
Feeling the force sending
Shivers through my body
Reminding me that the force
Of passion will punch through

And through the glaring hole
The breeze flows through
Carrying a message on it's wings
A light sound of 3 heavy words
I love you

The breezeby *baccaratta

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

Short little text that cheers me up when I get down

EDIT: I have extended the original piece, the ~~~ marks the line between the old and the new part.

Critique by *the-autumns-end Jan 6, 2013, 3:27:18 AM

I actually quite like the contradiction of "the light sound of three heavy words." Contradiction is something that I enjoy including in my own writing, as I think it can be very thought provoking and profound. I'd say keep it, but maybe find new adjectives to convey your meaning. For example, maybe instead of "light," you could use "airy," and find a new word for "heavy." Just a suggestion! But I'm liking the message this particular line sends.

My only other suggestion is that I think the word "punch" sounds a little too abrupt. Perhaps you could find another word that sounds a little more elegant while still getting the meaning across.

But I love, love, love the beginning:

"Sometimes I stand by the oceanside
Blowing a kiss
Against the horizon"

Great hook, it drew me right in! Overall, this was a lovely piece. I hope you will keep writing!

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!ThatFunnierPiece Jan 11, 2013

I wasn't supposed to have the will to comment of this piece - but then I saw somebody notice it would make a good song. I heard it in my head, arranged the words in bars - and now I love it. How peculiar.

*baccaratta Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Well thank you! If this continues I might just have too make a tune for it

*shehrozeameen Jan 7, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

... "a light sound of 3 heavy words... I love you"...

that is the most heartfelt and sweetest poem I've ever read... Very... *excited*...

*takes deep breaths* okay, I think I should calm down now...

*baccaratta Jan 7, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I'm happy you liked it!
Many people seem to agree with the contradiction in the sentence, maybe that is a tool I should use more frequently(?)

*shehrozeameen Jan 7, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

... It doesn't always work; I've tried it, turns comical.

the catch is keeping it light, and balancing it out - like this poem, for instance...

My suggestion... use it when you're introspective... and when the inspiration that you have is most fresh.

*baccaratta Jan 7, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Good point, I'll keep that in mind. Thank you!

*shehrozeameen Jan 7, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

*Cranberry413 Nov 12, 2012

I'm back for more!

I love it.

My one little nitpick comment though: It seems a little odd that you say "a light sound of 3 heavy words"... Maybe a bit contradictory? Could just be me. Anyway, I love it!

*baccaratta Nov 12, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Yes i know, I'm not quite pleased with it and will likely change it in the near future

*Cranberry413 Nov 12, 2012

Well, problem [partially] solved then

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