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I'm A StalkerI'm a Stalker,
Yes I am.
I'm a Stalker,
Your biggest fan.

I watch you when you are sleeping,
Singing softly in your ear.
I listen to your phone calls,
Focused on every word I hear.

I'm a stalker,
Yes I am.
I'm a stalker,
Your biggest fan.

I follow you down the streets,
Snapping pictures on the way.
I lay on your beds sheets,
When you are away.

I'm a stalker,
Yes I am.
I'm a stalker,
Your biggest fan.

I go through your clothing,
Sniffing your sweet scent.
I listen to your every move,
Hearing from an air vent.

I'm a stalker,
Yes I am.
I'm a stalker,
Your biggest fan.
newborn giraffe.you fall with the grace of a
newborn giraffe. but you
giggle it off like it's just a
part of being young--
                                          is youth a social construct?

you gush about a particular
shade of blue, and light that
reflects upon teeth. did
you choke on your--
                                          your what? your heart? what's a heart, anyway?

you hold a hand in amongst
a forest of sleek blonde hair,
like you were superglued
'round his neck--
                                          did you sing when he stole you?

you're the innocent child who
should be told not to talk to
strangers. pity nobody
live, alive, livelywhat is life?
what does it feel to be alive?

for a man
life is about
finding the right woman

for a lady
life is about
finding the right guy

for a scientist
to make undiscovery became discovered
for a pianist
to make unknown melodies heard

life is to be passionate in every moment of it
to feel joy and smile, even though there is no reason behind
life is to feel yourself
as a part of the huge world we live inside

to do things as your passion says
to face challenge you`ve never met
to do what your conscience tells
to walk unknown path
or to meet never ending curiousity

life is, just full of life
harlequinloud mouth;
hollow cheeks

painted smile-
red lips

smeared teeth,
raw tongue.

swollen fingers,
bloody hands

empty stomach;
broken heart.

their dead souls
(and her eyes)
Insert Name HereThe only thing that
I ever wanted was to
Hear you say my name.
A Diary of Flesh And BonesOh, so you want me to be honest now?
Well, honey--that's a little hard for me.

Not to say I chew lies between my teeth
Or spit them out like sunflower seeds.

Read between my lines baby--
You're a psychology major.

Words are unnecessary links in speech.
What's my body language telling you?

But I know what you really want from me.
A line of poetry, a verse of total honesty.

Like I said, that's a little hard for me
when someone's in my shower singing off key.

My bodies the most honest thing about me.
Standing here in flesh and bone baby.

Read my skin like a diary.
dressed in winterForeign words reside in my mind
That unknown flick of clever tongue
Gliding over pale pink gums

And the clouds of hot breath
Seep from your archaic lips
As the silver of winter touches your teeth

Whilst the pin in the sole of my heel
Taps a click, click, click,
Onto our childhood cobblestone streets

I spin with my pale arms outstretched
Far as i can, to reach round the world
As my rouge cotton dress billows in wind

This melody resounds through my head
With the thumping of a left breast
In time with the wavelength of this soul

And my lips pull back over my teeth
In that way that you told me you love
As i dance, dance, dance t
This is What I Think of YouYou are, I'm sure, the one of purest wit.
The words you wiled cut the mind that let breath
Lungfuls of worldly knowledge that can't quit.

That word-sword you swing pray it never be sheathed
Never will I forgive that evil crime.
The world cannot accept a voiceless you.

My eyes forever miss a silly rhyme
Composed by an almost sweetly hue.

A heavenly trumpet called out ago
The coming of a baby girl did they sing.
Moonlit is her skin that surpasses snow
Her intelligent, piercing, green eyes do bring
Truth to the surface something never known
But softly, never will she leave you alone.
those lascivious wordswords dance from my fingers
twisting vines on tallest tree
the words wrap and fold

embrace

entangle emotions
transport fears from mind to screen
like blistering heat in forest fire
scream! scream the words!
fight the rage to eviscerate the page
ink blot and coffee stain
dance the myriad of sirens song
and lick the edge to seal the deal
painted words
of primary hue
stick it out
the games undone.

Sycophant.
Miscreant.
Worm.
Enlightened spirit of Buddha
my nirvana in the mud
honey sticky sweet dancing gypsy
wheels roll
hooves gallop
and the road
becomes home
bricks and mortar
no more to share
but the words.

those l
Delectable SinI've reached a point where I know that it's wrong
I try to switch off but I'm still stuck on your song
They say it's not healthy, they all say I'm sick
But I'm caught on your stare, your bite and your kick
I know I should run, I should turn and skedaddle
But I'm caught in your current with no will and no paddle
Your waves lift me up and pull me back in
I hate that I'm glad you're my delectable sin
You kiss me all over, your lips just like ice
I can't stand the fact it's uncontrollably nice
Your bark like your bite gives one hell of a rush
Like everything about you I can't get enough
No matter the thrill I still feel the sorrow
T
Be My RefugeIf I gave you my heart
Wrapped up in my soul
Would you keep me safe
Will you be my shelter
My refuge in the night
You are the love of my life
For all of my life
And when I die
There it will remain
Forever unchanged
So lets step into the night
Watch our love take flight
Two Lunar butterflies
Taking what I feel
Making the dream real
Let me hold you close
Your lips on mine
The taste of your love
Is more than divine
Hearts beat as one
Such love never to be undone
The cold winds may blow
And time keeps us apart
Always remember
You have my soul wrapped around my heart
Cradle it in your hands
Keeping me close
Being my shel
What's Your Problem?Forced kiss, broken lips
His fist hurts, doesn't it?
Something's wrong, no more song
First time it hurts most

Virgin snow, cawing crow
Kill that black bird now
Oh Lenore, rapping on the door
Keep knocking and you'll get no answer

Morse code for the hoarse toad
He croaks and she died too
That princess, she's senseless
Frogs don't make princes

King on the pyre, burning fire
His crown can be the mercy noose
Dead man, lead man
Your heart's heavy in your chest

His is weeping, blood is seeping
Bullethole wide and raw
Put down the gun, my unwanted son
It's trembling in your hands

Cain, Cain, shift the blame
Become the devil your
Beach....As that naughty wind
Lifts up the thin, sandy skirt
Of the modest beach,
The austere seagulls
Scream at such indignity,
While the ocean
Shimmers with laughter.
And somewhere...
The sun just smiles,
Snugly pushing up
Its cloud-trimmed collar...
A SCATTERING OF PETALSMy body is the unfriendly mime for the Regret
too crimson for Time to erase, nor can I forget
the tears that stirred emotion from my eyes,
from me they bled until my virtue fell and I
became the slave to my self-deceit, how did I
get here following the 39th beat of my heart?

I thought it was Love that stole my breath,
but my mind had forgotten to carve reason into
the vapors I exhaled, my heart was unfaithful
and soon my body followed suit, it was Treason
who had spread my legs and scattered the
petals of my Purity into oblivion, now all
I can do is remember the faith that once
bound my reflection to a liberty of crescent
Moonli
For the First TimeI opened my eyes today

Really opened them
It was like seeing the sky
For the first time in my life

Noticing the depth of its blue
Seeing the silver lining in the clouds

They seemed to fit together
Almost like puzzle pieces

I saw how the breeze guided them
On an endless journey where
The destination was unknown

I saw birds soar on its stream
And trees swoon at its caress

I watched it cut patterns in the water
And send dragonflies spiraling the skies

Then the blue ocean overhead grew golden
Gilded in the flaxen color of the sun and
Encrusted with dew drops still in the clouds

I saw the sky for the first time today
And I was f
Browse More Like This

More from ~SummerRayn

IronyBryce says, "She's here with Ryan,"
Who says, "She came in with Luke,"
Who says, "She's with Megan,"
Who says, "Irony? She showed up alone."
Someone whispers nastily
That Megan is jealous, and heads nod.
The day before someone had said
The two were good friends
And the same heads had nodded.
Not even Megan notices that she had resisted the first rumor
With greater firmness.

"You were with her," someone reminds Ryan.
He shakes his head. "Irony? No, I wasn't."
"Yes, you talked to her," people say.
"Oh, no," says Ryan. "We said a few words.
We never talked, though."

Likewise does Bryce insist he danced
Next to her, yes, but neve
MemorizeI memorize poetry because
Beauty is fleeting, because
Dullness is fleeting, because
I am fleeting,
Because my thoughts have no handles
And the cup of my mind is filled with holes.
The promises I make, the revelations I receive
Today, I will forget tomorrow.
I write my words down in notebooks, but then
Misplace the words, and
Misplace the notebooks, and
Misplace my confidence
Until I am scattered in looseleaf over the floor of myself.
I cannot tell you the time.
I cannot tell you my reasons.
I cannot tell you what I was thinking
Five minutes before now.
But oh, oh, if you'd only ask me
I could tell you
What Frost wrote abou
Impulse to Fall-'Satan Pit'To fall for you
Is a drop I don’t know if I can survive;
It is a risk
I’m not sure I can make myself take.

To die alone
Is an end I have long supposed would be mine—
I found a peace
In knowing just that one part of my fate.

Then you came to me…
You caught up that one plan I’d ever made
And you dashed it to bits on the floor.
You wouldn’t be sent away, you wouldn’t be left behind,
You wouldn’t let me be alone anymore…

But now it seems the dark
Has outsmarted you at last;
Here we are apart,
Things slowly going black.
Dear heart, look around—
It’s a long, long, long, long

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Some Nights

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Some nights I get unreasonable.  Some nights
The ceiling gets a little too low, and the walls too close,
And the light at the end too far off,
And I forget all my careful planning
And want it all now, true love and golden glory
And balls that end at midnight and fortunes coming true.
It's time, I say, it's time, I could grab my purse and coat and just run,
Run run run down that street underneath the cold stars.

I forget that
Running makes me cough,
And my coat is thin,
And I have a year before I can graduate,
Before I can leave and not come back.

I forget also that a diploma is not a sword and steed,
That Florida is not Oz or Neverland, that I don't do well with
Stress, or surprises, and that the life that I have picked out,
quiet and fulfilling, a librarian's desk and a few published novels,
Is just the way I like it.

I have not seen much of the world. I suspect it is very nice.
Some nights I get unreasonable, and I am terrified of "very nice."
I want a wild and ridiculous and unlikely life, I want to
Slay a many-headed beast, kiss the prince,
ride a fog-grey horse at full gallop across a moor,

Only I
don't, really. Really, what I want is
Some hot tea,and sleep. Really, what I want is true love, yes,
But just the common, lovely, comfortable kind,
And a home with pictures on the walls,
And the assurance that, if I were to one day leave this world,
There would be a hole left.

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Some Nightsby ~SummerRayn

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I just wrote this, and I'm really tired so even if it was awful I probably couldn't tell. But I'm wanting to break my recent habit of writing stuff and then just putting it away. I don't feel like this is my best work, so help me out and gimme some feedback. <3

Still suck at titles.
©2011-2013 ~SummerRayn
Category: Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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!Compass-Wave Jan 31, 2011
Love it love it! I can totally relate. Some nights I just feel like doing all the impossible things, but I also really want some of those regular things.
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~SummerRayn Feb 1, 2011
Thank you! Always good to hear that a piece resonates. <3
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Mood: Sentimental ~stare-at-you Jan 31, 2011
This is really nice, maybe because I find myself relating to all these feelings.
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~SummerRayn Feb 1, 2011
Discontent is a universal constant, eh? ;) Thanks.
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~stare-at-you Feb 1, 2011
LOL! well, I dont see it as discontent. More like moments of longing until you realize you dont live in a movie. haha Ur Welcome!
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~DwynwenMoloney Jan 31, 2011
I can only say the same. It's beautiful, and I think I know this feeling somehow you describe it perfectly ;)
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~SummerRayn Feb 1, 2011
Thank you! That means a lot to hear!
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~oOForgetfulOo Jan 31, 2011  Student Traditional Artist
This is so beautiful. Perfect word choices, they make it so easy to empathise, and the last couple of lines are just the best way to round it up.
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~SummerRayn Feb 1, 2011
Aw, thank you so much! <3
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