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LullabyChild of mine,
Whom I have yet to meet, yet to hold,
Whose father I have yet to kiss,
It is for you that I practice my lullabies.
It is for you
That I sway side to side on the back porch
Some nights, to the beat of the moths
Wheeling rhythmically around the porch light,
and murmur that the water is wide
And I cannot get o'er, or that once
There was a way to get back homeward.

It is for you that I rock gently and croon
About Siabhra sailing his boat till morn.
It is usually for you.

But child of mine, I am still such a child myself.
And sometimes I, too, need a lullaby,
To whisper to my lumpy pillow
On nights when the air ha

CagedThe people line the long road,
One woman struggles through mud and melted snow.
They watch, and don't even think,
As she stumbles again, boots starting to sink.

Her small frame labors with the weight on her back,
While her dress becomes heavy and black.
Looking around, she attempts to stand straight,
A yelp bursts from her mouth, and her posture deflates.

Collapsing on all fours, yet continuing onward,
Head held high, though her effort is ignored.
Sweat and dirt tangle her long hair,
Unparalleled spirit accepting too much wear.

Finally, her feet cement in the filth and mud,
Unable to help herself, hands slippery with blood.
Fina

In the Dim CornerThe still night grows from
the dark places in my house,
the quiet places

where as a child,

I might have hidden
and counted to one-hundred
before uncovering my eyes.

I might have taken a step
into the light, stopped,
and listened

to the voice
that whispered
in the dim corner:

stay, stay.

Our storyWe kissed,
but before that, we touched.

We touched,
but before that, we fell in love.

We fell in love,
but before that, we talked.

We talked,
but before that, we met.

We met,
but before that, we had never even heard of each other.

We had never even heard of each other,
but before that, were we ever really happy?

I can't speak for her, but I can speak for me,
And if I'm allowed to speak truthfully, I guess I wasn't ever really happy.
But know that the moment I met you I fell in love and all negativity inside me was swept away,
Swept away only to make room for true happiness, and love. Love, which I would never betray.

Killing The PainI need to write to let it all out,
it's all I can do not to scream and shout,
but when I write there's no limit no borders
and the words can rush out in any random order,
they spill onto the page from out of my pen,
word after word, again and again,
but it brings peace to my thoughts and forces out the pain,
that echoes throughout me and takes over my brain,
all thoughts about life and the things going on,
when I write all these things are but dead and gone.

The Cardboard Men

There is a cardboard world,
in which cardboard men, live their cardboard lives;
In their neat cardboard homes, with their pretty cardboard wives.

They work all day, in their cardboard cells,
chasing cardboard money, to buy cardboard things;
to buy fancy cardboard cars, and expensive cardboard rings.

They frolic in the evenings, in their cardboard clubs,
With their cardboard friends, getting cardboard highs;
Hunting sweaty cardboard salvations, between smooth cardboard thighs.

They lie at night, in their cardboard beds,
With cardboard victims, shedding cardboard tears;
For evil cardboard villains, with their sad cardboard leers.

T

It's All That Will RemainI sit and stare at a decreased horizon
Mocked by improvement,
Devoured by development.

I sit and stare at the grass, once so green
Now yellow, as the light from dusk
mixes with light from the street lamps,
The cold sentinels, lining the streets.

I sit on an island of life,
designed for aesthetics,
I stare at the advancing
Stone and tar
Hungry for more.

A last refuge for life,
In the cities of the dead.

Far GoneHow far gone
was I that I
didn't even
recognize
a tender touch,
a kind word?

So far gone,
flinching at the
slightest touch,
wincing at every
word you ever spoke;

…and you
never spoke
out of love…

Wrapped so tight
to the point
of numbness,
I couldn't feel
the pain inflicted.
My body is
still addicted
to your cold ways.

-Brian Shuffett/Kat Ward
-June 26th, 2010

Falling in love in the MorningI fell in love with you in the morning. When you stumbled out of bed, how you first woke up; the way your eyes silently groaned with exhaustion. The way your fingers entwined my hair like ivy in a sculptured garden while your lips stole the endings of my sentences. Everyday with you felt like an eternity of lazy Sunday mornings with white sheets and hazy grins. The departure when you left made me remember what Monday mornings felt like. But the remembrance that I would see you in less than a day made everything bearable, that even if I couldn't touch you, couldn't hold you, my love, you were there, the warm embrace of the sheets curling aroun

Saranghae"I HATE YOU!"
She screamed through the rain, her face masked in anguish as she staggers towards the light post.   I stand behind her, watching as she cries and moans in great sorrow.
"Saranghae!" I yell back at her, my arms raised like wings.  She looks at me as though I'm crazy, though I probably am.  She turns back around and hugs the post.
"No," she whispers, I come closer to her, "no, I… I don't know…" she looks back up at me, confusion clear in her eyes.
"Saranghae."  I say again, a whisper this time.  She clings tighter to the post and gives me

My Mind Is BlindI see you in my mind,
And I can't wait till you're here.
I was so blind,
Thinking you were my dear.

Contradictions in my mind,
I want them to leave.
Believing you were blind,
Putting us into grief.

I wanted to end you in my mind,
Losing you should make me glad.
But you were not blind,
I made you sad.

You turned over my mind,
Realizing I was wrong.
But still I was blind,
Not knowing you were so strong.

The pain crept away from my mind,
Thinking about how this should end.
I was forgetting I was blind,
Wanting you to be my friend.

Now I control my mind,
I don't want to fight anymore.
And from now on I'm not blind,
I will o

Let me go!I gave my love to you,
but you threw it away.
I wanted to be with you,
but you wouldn't be with me.
I said "I love you",
you said the same, but it was a lie.
So why do you do that to me?
Why just don't let me go?
You know it's for the best.
Let me go!

All this silence The day was unexpectedly searing for early summer. Anna tried to pull back her sleeves to cool off, only to wrench them back down in an attempt to shield them from the sun. Her hat wasn't helping to cool her off either; her cheeks were already flushed pink. This complication had yet to stop her from completing the mission. She had no reason to want to stop, the love of her life stood beside her, looking through the scope of his favorite sniper rifle. His tousled brunet hair fell just short of his auburn eyes. The team knew best to keep them together, because if they dared tried to separate all hell would break loose. Anna couldn't im

Last WordsI can't hear...

I love-

...You....

I Hurt so MuchPlease come save me from my broken heart
Please come take me into your arms
Please get rid of the ache I feel
Deep in my sad, tired bones
Please come save me from myself
Please let me stop hurting all the time
Let me stop crying all the time
Please come heal me and take my sadness away
I've done everything I can think of, but it continues to stay

Please help me find someone who will love me
Please don't let me be alone
Please don't let me be sad anymore
I'm broken down on the floor
My tears flow across my face
Glistening trails of sadness

Please my, heart hurts more and more
Everyday I become more sore
I'm so sad and I don't

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Like I had painThis soreness,
lives deep in my bones
and muscles and breath

I wish I had you
like I had pain
in my bones, right here

It tears me up and in half
when I sought for you

and you were
nowhere

To be found

For The First TimeI'm not sure how,
(but I think I can adjust)

really now,

all our grunts and tiny
movements
synchronize

Where Love left usHere with you, where Love left us
Let us rot in peace,
decay and rest

as the shells of flesh are weak
but our souls are made of
dreams

we'll be lifted high, eventually

(when we die)

I am soon leavingI am soon leaving
Going further than ever
where I never
before

or

maybe
I'll let the world leave
from me

I will miss
trees grass and
birds, they stretch their wings in the trees
like shadows

and the Sun
how it drips through skin
shines on the bones veins and sore
spots

I will be graceful, penetrated by light

so someone else can come
take roots
on this deep beautiful earth

From me to you

Forever safeIn this world of
               disappearances
               deceptions
               and ill minds

I am grateful of the sound
(bare feet against bathroom tiles)

And you with all your
              scars and tiny trodden dreams

tasting like yesterday's coffee,
             &

The Streets of ItalyDo you ever remember,

How the sky was broad and rainy
over the streets of Italy

on the stairs of a nameless church,
both of us
breathlessly gripping

all that mattered, all that ever was -

silently calling for you
my fingers fit your palms

foreheads, tangled breath
all a bit too much

Do you ever miss what was
there, good and silent,

on the rainy streets of Italy

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My dog who drinks the wind

by ~Peemu, May 17, 2010, 6:19:49 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

          My dog, who drinks the wind,
                  sleeps soundly

          He knows that at dawn
          He will be no more

                  that there will come

          No more sunsets
          No more soothing rains

                  no more freezing winters for him

          I rest my hand on his side
          Feel the passing heartbeat,

                 every pulse of life
                 so ridiculously beautiful

          My dog, who drinks the wind,
          I'd whisper words,

                 but my throat is dry with the grief

          And I don't even know
          what I could say

                 Thank you,
          dawnrunner, windchaser

          for all the things we learnt
          of foxes and winds and great forests

              (and how your paw
                   fits in my hand)

          My dog, who drinks the wind
                   These have been long years

          But no time is long enough
          For this grief to pass

My dog who drinks the windby ~Peemu

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I'm sobbing like a little bitch right now. I wasn't going to upload anything in a few days but then I found this again and.. . I thought I'd like to share.

I wrote this at night, when I knew my dog was going to be put down at the morning. No night has been shorter - or longer - than that one. I cried over every word I wrote down and I still do, when I read them.
My dog, Samuel, was my friend for fifteen years. He showed me the joy of life in forms I could have never known without him. He taught me to run, to hunt and listen and most of all, he taught me, what friendship was. I was his companion as much as he was mine and I thought we would never part.
But love, grief is in your nature.
It's been two seasons since he died but my tears still run fresh.

I'm sorry, this is just so personal piece to me.

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=knittingknots Jun 28, 2010

This one makes me cry...had to do something like this with my best little dog back around the beginning of the year...You capture the bond and the grief so well....

~Peemu Jun 28, 2010 Student Writer

Thank you! I tried to capture the feeling of grief and losing and good to know that I succeeded.

~Cibbwin Jun 28, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

Beautiful. Incredibly hard-hitting; like a fist to the gut.

I hope you find some solace.

And I agree - your title is BEAUTIFUL.

~Peemu Jun 28, 2010 Student Writer

Thank you. This is one of my works who brings tears to my eyes every time I read it. I think that's a good thing, if my own work can affect me so greatly.
And don't worry, I will. Though I lost a friend, I have all the great memories with me.

~Cibbwin Jun 28, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

Oh, that is most DEFINITLEY a good thing.

Lord knows I'm my own worst critic, and I really cherish the artwork I've created that still makes me smile. I completely understand!

I am glad to hear that. *hugs*

~Questingpoet Jun 27, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

PS--The title is brilliant!

~Peemu Jun 28, 2010 Student Writer

Thank you! This piece is so personal that I appreciate all comments more than usually. (And that's much.)
The pain of losing a loved one, I think especially a pet who never says a bad word and is always by your side - that pain is the worst. And the grief will not pass, it's still there, though now I can think about all the fun we had and smile.
My mom always used to say that the worst thing about animals is that they die. I guess it's true.

And the title is beautiful to me, too. My dog was a whippet and I once heard that they we're called 'dogs that drink the wind'. More fitting name can't be found to them.

~Questingpoet Jun 27, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

It's a lovely write full of emotion and angst. I put my cat down after 19 years, so I can totally relate. He was with me longer than anyone. Through good and bad. I kept him around longer than I probably should have, it was so very hard. It's the downside of being "immortal"--to see all those you love pass before you. Great write my friend, and thanks for sharing it.

~Ranubis May 19, 2010 Traditional Artist

My cat died recently and this poem has brought tears into my eyes. It's very emotional.

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