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I Have WalkedI have walked through hell.
I have pushed through its fires.
I have walked over needles and daggers with flaming arrows being fired.

I have walked through blizzards.
I have walked through freezing rain.
I have walked across thin ice and seen the cracks as it gives way.

I have walked over mountains.
I have felt their sharp edges.
I have stumbled over loose rocks and clung to the ledges.

I have walked the smooth paved roads,
And slipped on the smaller gravel paths too.
And felt the thorns tug at me as I pressed through the world to make a new.

But I have danced through meadows.
I have felt the soft grass underfoot.
The tingling of the summe

mutethings have been easier
without words &
we pretend neither of us care;

we stutter
splutter
laughing and choking
on puns &

when you bend me over nouns
i scream

louder
growl
more fluent.

the words are there waiting to be spoken

me . you . love

my dear, we've been mute
for so long

speak to me.

Cloud in a Bottle 1Cloud in a Bottle 1

How is it your voice is a canyon which cuts
where you did not even speak, opening the rivers
of my lungs so they could cataract, could rage with breath
you breathed? That the rock swells of your ribs, washed
round and floating, met then barred the way with mine
so that my heart, turned to tides, could not slip by,
and beat against the walls, unanswered, ‘til it drowned?

And that I still don’t hate you, even now?

There’s all this nonsense of lips and bubbles, that’s fine;
still refuse drifts in one direction all the same, refusing—
shored up maybe by some reassuring echoes still unsung&mdas

WaitingWe are still waiting for the thunder from the distant stars,
The echo of mortality,
the whispers of a storm, half-remembered,
in sepia-coloured hallways in buildings that smell like books.
Time gets slow in waiting,
ghosts are formed from the wanting,
taking shape in the spaces where sunlight,
or moonlight doesn't touch.
The stars shake from the vibration,
and the ghosts shimmer in anticipation,
but we can't hear your voice in the dead of the night.

IfWe can
draw lines and give them names
like elements
as they are discovered

Or etch into our skins
this soloecal desire
until it is impossible to tell
where words stop
and life begins.

I would

Find a common rhythm that includes
you in my arms, my hands
and lungs and thoughts
tracing the outline of you
entangled with me
colliding like two lost particles
locked in a shared gravity
drifting through the vacuum
of space.

I could.

Exhale, and
remember
sentence structure.

fast-forward through the goodbyesthis is the beginning of the end
“i know you,” he says.
and he looks defeated, he looks sad, he looks like
he's a boy who may one day realize how much
he cares for you, so you cut him off and say,
“minus all the secrets i don’t tell anyone.”
“well, yeah, minus those.”
“then you don’t know me at all.”

and then you tell him,
i love you. but you don’t use those words
because those are taboo. are jinxed.
are knock on wood three times fast.
instead you press him in a hug and say,
i’m sorry, knowing he won’t understand
that this is the first time you ever cared for some

Lightning Bug CosmosI lace my skin up like a corset, peel back the blinds on my eyelids, and take a step forward, waking from the poppies to the
lightning bug glow of truth tapping on my eardrums.

In front of the mirror I stand, but what I notice is not the awkward crook of my nose or butterfly lashes. I look into the lighted mirror as if searching for answers hidden under
Ribbon-like sets of

tree, fiddler crabIt took days to hollow out the soft parts
of the trunk, dig out the tree-flesh and sap,
polish the raw wood so that when he sat,
there would be no splinters. He carved his name
into the side, like a blessing, a declaration
of good fortune, and stowed his forest inside.

summergirlNow read aloud over here. Do give it a listen, won't you?
i. summergirl,
you are crowthroated and tumbling
through the aspen grove
hair on fire with sunrise, lungs
full of sky.
eyelashes like wildflowers
and every morning brings
a new spray of freckles
and a sharper curve to your collarbones.
the cornfields hold no shadows
for your lighthouse eyes
and there are no endings in that
surefooted smile.
ii. you have grown
so fast.
autumn finds you with broken ankles
leaning on an oak branch
and watching the skies.
crow to sparrow--you are quiet.
summergirl, there is peace in silence,
perched treetop,
fallen antlers in your hands.
you will come to mourn your deer.
keep them close.
iii. by winter you have paled,
and like the streams
your eyes have frosted over.
you feel the chill--
there is no need for sight.
summergirl, th

Radioactive Snowflakes Oh boy, boy, boy
For the last shall be,
and that arctic disposition will melt away in time
written on a hearth rug, read it and then
turn the dial back and tune into Goodbye FM

"Oh boy, boy, boy
Goldilocks should have been clad in HazMat,
bear in mind the Gouda enacts the rat trap"

For the last shall be,
when fractals free fall from the sky
thickening icycle eyes, cementing prisms with time
...and I
measured it all in half-life

Oh boy, boy boy
That arctic disposition will melt away in

Are You Like Me?Are you like me?
Battle stained and bloody scars
Are you like me?
Empty head and lonely heart

The Best I Can DoWhen you both started that conversation,
The one that would end 2 years of your life,
You couldn't have known what was coming;
But you took it like a pro. Bye bye, wife.
Slow, rational, mourning followed by action,
You stood strong and fearless to show your integrity.
What you couldn't see on the other side of that phone,
Her eyes shone a red, white, and blue so pretty;
And she was looking anywhere but at you boy.

She quit you like school, never going back.
Can't you let her go; chop chop her out?
Of course not, your eyes sparkled like that diamond.
Even though history fills you with doubt,
Suffer righteously, leave her alone, a

Six Word Storymy mother kept smiles in bottles

Isaiahdid you hope with me, Isaiah?
or did I merely dream the days of our stand;
of red strings, of stardust,
of too-small hands & too-long hair,

& of the words, the words, the words

(the ones you had me
believe you were worth)

for it was you who said,
"go big or go home.
I will give you the world,
or nothing at all.

this, I promise to you."

so dear to me, the vowels & the verbs,
the air hissing through
your teeth: gateways
to a barren land

words

like wind through the trees,
like ghosts through the tombstones.

have you left me, Isaiah?
I travel north & farther north, still,
for humans do, subconsciously,
gravitate homeward.
b

undone. bird-bone wrists perched on window sills,
you watch train tracks fall into the mist.
your breath is softly fogging the veiw,
but i don't say a word.
some silences can break like china if you breathe too hard.
the trees are angry strangers that make your hands shake when you think i'm not looking.
(i try to tell you the worst things are after you close your eyes,
but neither of us believe me.
when she says she's not afraid to step off this train,
we both know what she really means.
(she's scared to live.
because you're the kind of girl who hides sleeping pills in the corners of her smiles.
who overdoses on life but forgets to purge her insecurities.
who carries a knife in both pockets and laughs like br

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you

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harmonize

by ~Kiirohi, Jul 25, 2012, 10:11:30 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

i'm built on broken bones and metronomes
her alto trills, his hollow tones
a second verse she'll never know
so sweet and sweet and down we go

the cords stretch and scratch but never match
the off beat tears he'll surely catch
the droplets lead a song of their own
recorded on heartstrings, a song i know

his words they ring and the hurt they bring
it's been so long but i choose to sing
and maybe he'll hear the music we make
( it's been so long but i choose to break. )

harmonizeby ~Kiirohi

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~Kiirohi

i'm sick and my mind is on music and a inner fight to continue writing a little story of mine.

edit: oh my gosh, i am speechless. thank you so much for the D.D (it's my first)

edit2: I AM OVERFLOWING WITH EMOTION. Thank you all SO much for your kind words and favorites.

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~Adonael Mar 23, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Found this through the features but only just realised it made DD as well. Congratulations!

I really enjoyed the rhythm of it - iambic quadrameter??

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~Kiirohi Mar 23, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks! And I wish I could say I went through a lot of planning for this, but I just went with what felt/sounded right.

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~Adonael Mar 31, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You're welcome. To be fair, it's often the best way.

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`dreamsinstatic Mar 22, 2013 Professional Writer

Your fantastic work has been featured in Friday Night Features.

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~Kiirohi Mar 22, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!

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`dreamsinstatic Mar 23, 2013 Professional Writer

You're welcome.

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~NonsenseQueen Feb 9, 2013 Student Writer

lovely. truly lovely. (but i caught a typo; i belive it is chords in music, but perhaps you did mean cords...)

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~Kiirohi Feb 9, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Ah yes, I did mean cords.

It was with vocal cords in mind.

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~sosolaphie Jan 2, 2013

Beautiful <3

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~DarkerHours Jan 2, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Damn, it made me cry.

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