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FallingThis morning, passing
down the riverside, I heard the deepest crying
with the gentle autumn's waters waltzing
sounds and images in the haze seemed fading
teardrops filled my hands - leaves falling
"don't abandon me bare and alone - Oh green! Oh golden!"

Couldn't help saying
"I will look up every day for you
and when the night comes I still hold you
I will detain the winter in my pocket - the cold won't get to you
so sweet, it will be the rain, for you
all my tender kisses, just for you..."

*K
MARCH
*Y
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Flying Over...The blackbirds flew over the city limits
and over the mountain peaks
carrying silk ribbons on their yellow beaks.

Where do they go, leaving me behind?

I wish I was a ribbon or a feather,
lace or the weather on their wings
torn away from myself by the winds.

Did I have cried, did I asked?

To be as far away from me as possible,
be nothing at all, no where...
Can I be one of them... fly fast and be there?

Be lost somewhere?

Such levity and swiftness,
a castle in the darkness.
Such happiness and wilderness!

*K
MARCH
*Y
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Silence is a Golden ArtWe face each other, expressionless, wordless,
unchangeable... deathless
turned into something... something
that wasn't here a moment ago
something more... or less
a thing... that was once human

Always silently...
"silence is a golden art acquired only by few"
even thoughts, memories are quiet in this stillness
frozen somewhere inside ourselves, lost
and even every movement seems unreal, floatable
we are carriers of an unbearable lightness

Behind, we leave clothes and skins
with a sudden fearless, awareness
of the creatures we are becoming
shape-shifters, made of scattered weightless tissue
both locked inside the blue room
where stars an

A Word Here And There...I have no more flowers in my garden,
there aren't anymore petals there for me to wear.
I'll weave my winter coat in their absence
lonely... only with my bareness and thorns.

I have no more tears in my eyes
there aren't anymore waters there for me to spare.
I'll gather my broken glass pieces
empty... only with my lightness unruly and unbearable.

I'll seek solace within the middle winds
where the Alcyone birds gain their wings.
Over me... they fly, these fast drops of ink
touching, driven by my unwritten skin.

I'll keep them close, these old vocables, between riddles
trapped, wrapped on my amber fingers.
Wrecked bones in fringe ci

EchoesThe voices echo, crying
repeating themselves... over and over again
to no one, nowhere

They leave the sharp cliffs - the blades of doom
diving into the wild... the wild wind
the daring birds of prey

Tails and wings hail the air, sliding the shoreline of golden
where sands are eternally kissed by the sea foam
they shine - stars waiting until dark

Multicolour beads fly for the evening to decorate heaven
as they did during the day the harsh and hard land
the birds of prey, echo still, returning to the sharp cliffs

They perch the branches of old pine trees
crusted by the salty breeze and a perpetual haze
they swing and sing too, a melancholi

You Bring The StarsThe hills step off into whiteness
my head tilts for that angle
looking at the veil that brings the stars
yet, the sky persists in its darkness
avoiding my face

The haze is thick as a blanket
my chest breaths its cold humidity
a moister of salty water and sweet jasmine
chilling my bare skin to the bone
something inside the evening is calling me

The breeze stays in the stillness of my heart
without touching or moving
surrounding this place
slowing its pace for the becoming morning
as the black-lead is breaking

The sound of footsteps closing
the scent of far fields holding
lilies and shades of ghosts
softly as memories melting

A Blur in Time... - Um Borrao no Tempo...Once...
I thought of love
as an everlasting rose.

Now...
years past
I know nothing lasts.

In the frailty of existence
even memories don't hold resistance...

Yet, they seem like reality
in this dream infinity.
More than a poem's verse,
an entire and mysterious universe.

...a blur in time that holds my hand...

Original: * Um Borrão no Tempo... *

Outrora...
pensei no amor
como uma rosa eterna.

Agora...
anos passados
eu sei que nada perdura.

Na fragilidade da existência
mesmo as memórias não detêm resistência...

Ainda assim, parecem reais
neste sonho infinito.
Mais do que o verso de um poema,

Diaries...

When the night falls apart,
fearful creatures from the lonely dark
crawl out from the shadows…

They come, in search of solace
in the broken webs of my home,
to find the rose of my welcoming embrace.

One by one - they hide in its sharp corners,
on the walls, inside the mirrors and paintings,
behind each closet and curtain.

First, they dance, with no sound at all
then they bounce on every wooden board
making the dust glitter like silver.

Crying, screaming, whispering, singing
words no one else hears or understands
ghostly melodies of noise and silence.

They climb to the roof, reaching the wind
how they haunt the evening and jump

SleeplessIris between eyelashes that will not shut
awakened, for far too long

For a moment the rose is here,
the rose with secrets inside
and I know, how wild and white, she is, for a while
guarding a winter tempest in her heart
snowed-in, melting its little crystals, vanishing next
fearless white

Staring at walls and ceiling
crushing my face in holand pillows

Amethyst dark's and green dreams appears
they aren't clear in sleep, so I'm awake, again
somnambulistic fool
waiting something close to the rain
ghosts that hide in drops of pain
beyond the dark... white sparkles lurk in

Counting wrinkles in mirrors, fingers, dust on wood
and every single sh

Questions and AnswersIs it the sea you hear in me
moving sands and ripples in the deep
turning in the tides of past
in the middle of the night?

I am made of its salty waters
from which the first primeval tear was born
I dream but, I will never sleep
mixed with the cream of moonlight.

Is it the wind you hear in me
closing in each and every tree
changing stars and time
shielded from sunlight?

I have too much dark inside
an ancient black wing
shadowing the face of sky
fading too soon into twilight.

..

Pretend you don't hear me
hiding within the drops of rain
harping the melody of pain
with nothing much to fight.

Pretend you don't see the real me

Telegram DeliveredMy sorrows sing deeply... so deeply
silently... so silently
as the wind passing me by,
softly... so softly
strangled before any sound pronounced
as the lost angels that will never reach the stars
tenderly... so tenderly
falling... falling... always falling
with nothing to catch the tissue of my grief
and weave a flag with it, a blanket of pain
made of moon tides and tears of sugar rain,
nothing to embrace me in the stillness of the night

--*--

Forgive me, my dearest love... forgive me
if I will not stay another second with this silver dagger
as a pendulum over my heart
bleeding every time you knock on my door
wincing each time you leave m

The End of LoveThus must be how
the end of love sounds...

Monocordic ghostly cries
as distant echoes
orchestrated in our ears,
old apologies and lies
from spoiled youth years
leaving us alone,
more lonely
than ever... with only

A bitter taste in our mouths
as leftovers from yesterday
words never spoken, as secrets hidden
on decadent papyrus written
with reaped feathers
from wounded red birds
bloody, painful tears
falling deeply into the ground

Where black rosebushes grows
all... thorns and sorrows

*K
MARCH
*Y
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Cold... cold heart...You took the stars from the sky and went away with them
leaving just the darkness behind
and me... alone and lonely, surrounded by the long shadows

Even... Heaven in tears grieves its losses upon my shoulders
Yet... I can not...
my mouth and eyes are dry... I can not scream or cry

Let so be it... the sky will weep my sorrows as its own
in grander gestures than just... me
First a river... then a sea of white shores of salt and tears

"Cold... cold heart -
says the non stopping rain, incessantly
dropping, so heavily

The sun comes up regardlessly
all its pain, cruising the horizon until the end
the rain keeps ever falling

Over my body - m

Between Mists of White and BlueI arise before the awakening dawn
with the trees movement in the life flow
and the prayers of the four winds,
as single oriental blow
the clouds are going... slow
with momentary soft showers
similar to the gentle cover dew
leaving the river's cradle,
almost walking through
kissing the last stars seen in the sky

The words glow the same way
as I am painting,
both paper and fingers smearing
layers of white paper - love and letters blue
the moon is a still pendent jewel
casted in mother of pearl
I keep whispering
to the white and blue paper, burning
as in a field of forget-me-not flowers bursting
the poem takes the shape of a heart beating

*

Disrupting the PastDescending,
in the tilting of the breeze, swirling, curving
conquering, the air and space, whilst blinking eyes

Waiting,
deepening in the night... so dark... wings coming
arranging the stars in the sky for pleasure

Holding,
mastering secrets in sharp corners of disorder
centering pillows and quilts as flowers at home

Vanishing,
deserting, what once I have called... my own
mesmerizing blessings, that now, will never be known

Something,
enchanting that I used cherish so gently, long ago, is gone
mending a stir of mists inside my heart... disrupting the past

Sleeping,
dreaming and walking, carrying bewitched memories
wishing again, in vai

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Lovers Names

by ~Kay-March, Nov 2, 2012, 3:07:57 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Hemlocks scattered by the wind's hand
holds the winter, far away in a land
somewhere, lost in time, lost for time
...where is still cold… forever
where the distant glitter calls the white snow
to be his fair bride, being together

Old stones and poisoned weeds,
walls of entwined trees
beholds in captivity such beauty, but
Whom is the guardian?
Whom is the prisoner?
Love enjoys its Shakespearian plays and ways

A web of diamond dew freezes, weaves little crystals,
that both of them wear instead of skin, gentle veils
hiding their names in layers of lazy weather
brighter, lighter as an angel feather
dancing between sky, land and sea
everything that breaths up North is white

Untamed golden nightingales tune their tales
forgotten by the evening stars
they sing... words unspoken
by any other creature like myself
pale pilgrim that seek the moon in the dark night
with no voice to scream... just cry and cry...

*K
MARCH
*Y
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Lovers Namesby ~Kay-March

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

English Version of My Poem "O Nome dos Amantes"

love 14 14

joy 2 2

~~wow 0 0~~

~~mad 0 0~~

sad 1 1

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~SilverCamelia9 Nov 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This is agonizing to read, and, for that, I am truly sorry.
First stanza had me rattled to read none of this.
True, I am very picky.

~Kay-March Nov 19, 2012

I understand if you don't like it. One should
only read things for pleasure. Reading your comment is like I was forcing to read a terrible thing. I for instances could never make such a comment to anyone, but that's me.

~SilverCamelia9 Nov 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I agree with what you're saying, in turn, I am a hypocrite. But, don't you see? I classify my comment to your piece as a comment you should look forward to; to see if something is wrong, that's what I want my readers to spot- the good, and the bad. You are a wonderful writer, it's just this poem I didn't like. And I thought you might want to know why I didn't like it...