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I'm sorry I'm so late with this; my day was a tad shaky. This week has been full of some of the most awesome submissions I have seen yet. Take the time to soak in every single one of these pieces! 

sinking shipsfeathers soaked in kerosene
dance languidly amidst smoke
etched in calligraphy
while the sacrifice resonates
in the red silence
of midnight.
and oceans glide
under wind-induced
foamy goose bumps
laughing mystically
at the ghost of a touch
as the wind sighs in
wax poetic,
but floating secrets
slip under the
water’s blanket – deaf
to the song
of the wind –
never to be seen
again.

Subtlety can be both powerful and weak. This poem has managed to capture the 'dagger' in symbolism and euphemism; coming strong with an emphasis on the might of spoken word. The lines aren't identically synonymous, but that only brings out the beauty in this piece. There's a lot of hidden emotion roiling to the surface as the author describes an almost pristine mental landscape; with her words painting pictures that fade and emerge with each stanza. 
The God Thiefyou’re not used to your eyes
being starved of serif font words,
trying not to grab up the lost napkin
that tumbles like a library book page
you linger in the smirking midnight coffee and empty chairs
inebriated on dead poets and chemical highway headlights
hoarding misspellings in your lungs
rubbed pink with words
and wishing your name
was something worth remembering
but you've heard the razor's song
it's rhythmic
d  r  a  g  g  i  n  g
and you've seen you no longer bleed ink
and you walk drunk
across the shadowed corners of your corneas
that are yellowing like the newsprint you want to forget about
but can’t,
like a terrible first kiss
you've fallen asleep inside
at the bottom of July
without believing this poem is any good
but somehow still believing,
while listening to siren chorus,
that chest and
brain
are two separate injuries
you think about how
God
was relocated
to some place on second avenue
while you trace the table edge --
metal

Oh my God. This poem is awesome. There's a lingering tantric motion in the boundlessness of mental state; teetering on the edge of awareness and fantasy. I love how this poem brings out the instinctual human desire for more when there oftentimes isn't. There's a search within the words that leaves the reader questioning from beginning to end...and yet somehow satisfied. 
tivoliI let the chessboard spin
until the knights
become carousel horses
& you join their herd
as a unicorn plush
which is trapped inside
the glass walls
of a vending machine
where your only getaway
is my claw crane.

The smooth transformation in this poem is wonderful. I particularly like the 'knights' to 'plushie unicorns' transition. A great use of verbal symbolism; this piece made me think along the lines, and as I did it unfolded all the more. I've said it before, but a poem does not need to be lengthy to get its point across. This author took that statement to wholly unimaginable levels. Very well done. 
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The slow fade of the past could most definitely be compared to the dying of a fire; there are particular phrases that stand out to me in this piece, but I'll let the reader judge for themselves and find the lines they love on their own. Another short but ultimately powerful poem, bringing life to words with succinct skill and symbolism. 
YouParched, starving
for profound waters.
In the early morning
you touch my scars,
you rise above time,
you don't unplug me,
YOU are my sweetest downfall.

I had to sit and think about this poem for a while (which isn't a bad thing!). At first, I was under the impression that the artist might be speaking of an inward Muse; that gentle but irresistible urge to write. Then I read that it was a Title poem and had a "doh" moment. I truly appreciate the wording and careful incorporation of adjectives, I was particularly struck by the strong end-liners. 

Being a terrible sucker for word-choice; I drooled a bit while I read this poem. I love the haunting descent into the unknown and slightly eerie. The diagnostic feel of the introduction is eye-catching and holds true throughout the entire piece. Normally, I'm not a fan of poetry that shrinks, because I feel like an old person whose bifocals are slowly running backwards. This piece doesn't make me feel elderly at all! A must-read. 
TonightBring me to life
With your touch.
Love me now,
Forget me later.
Set me on fire
With your lips,
Breathe heat
Into my soul.
At least for tonight,
Let me feel again.

We all love a little lovin'. (To the author: I'm sorry, I had to get a little cheesy there.) Truly, one can write as complex and heart stopping a love-story as possible. The kind where everyone dies and gets kidnapped by slavering vampires with octopus arms. But the simplicity of that breath-that moment of love-can't really be captured and bottled in complexity. This poem seizes the almost child-like purity of ravenous affection.  
MyselfI've often found an inner peace.
Coming only when I'm stark
Raving mad.
And yet I
Venture into the depths of sanity to
Escape myself.
Living with another inside my head is
Overwhelmingly tiresome.
Very few know what they say to me,
Even fewer have seen it.
But only when I go
Under the glassy surface of my smooth facade, only
Then do I feel anything.
How can this be,
Another voice inside my
Thick, stubborn skull,
Ever aware of the possibility of escape.
Mutual distrust is what keeps them bound, though they
Yearn to be free of their
Shackles I've trapped them in.
Every once in a while, I
Let them out, only to
Find that it is only myself.

The first line of this piece hits you...and it just keeps going. The deep resonance in this piece is paramount. It's powerful and inwardly insightful, you can't ask for much more than that in a good poem. I'm not going to go into too much detail in this one simply for the fact that I'd be disappointed if someone had described this to me before I read it. Every line is a new discovery. Five stars to the author.  
Coming Out My Shell
I know it's time for me to come out of my shell
my shell that's been created by years of fears
I've been holding back
and hiding away
not wanting to be seen or heard
thinking I'm not good enough
But now I'm just going to be myself
and if you don't like it
you don't have to listen to it
you don't have to hear it
'Cos now I'm coming out of my shell
getting free from this road that I know
so well
So I can share with you these words I've been
holding on to
I've been living in this shell for so long
I've been living in this world of my own
not really communicating with anyone else
and when I did I would get anxious
becoming afraid of everyone
becoming afraid of everything
and it got to the point where
I couldn't live like this anymore
So I'm coming out of my shell
and getting free from this road that I
know so well

Revealing something about yourself can be the most terrifying experience in the world. Pain, betrayal, and emotional strife are things that we don't inflict upon ourselves intentionally. When we present something of ourselves that we think might damage us socially, we do exactly that. And what sane person wants that? I love that the author of this piece is honest about fear; and the transition from fear to stubborn resolution. 
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This poem is beautifully simplistic. But-as in many pieces-"simplistic" does not mean that it lacks value. There is something to be said about the mind of a writer. "Insane" might be one of those words, but I think that's all very obvious There's an "eye-opening" feeling to this poem; it's stark-and as such paves a small pathway into mental complexities others might consider vague and uncertain. Very well written. 
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Statement is paramount for this piece. There's the dry, world-weary flow; coupled with darkly resolute wording. I'm reminded of someone trapped in a world that isn't truly right but isn't wrong at the same time. There's an apathetic vein that continues on until the end...a slight window into someone's smokescreen. Of course, this is speculation; as I could never pretend to define a piece that I haven't written. This author's subtlety is succinct and masterful, excellently executed.
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Yay for the 'crazy God' concept. I've played with this idea so many times and I'm so damn happy someone else feels the same. This piece is mental statement, and I love it. 
how to wish on impossible thingsThere is a girl made up of impossible legends.                                    
She lives in the fragments of wishes that will never come true.
When pennies lose their shine and heads become tails  
After every eyelash is lost in the whisper of a breath
Until wishing wells dry up and all the stars fall from the sky,    
She will only be the words that created her

The idea of 'magic' and 'all things possibly impossibly possible' is wonderful to me. To hear those ideas wrapped up and fit into the persona of a girl is even better. I've always loved the concept of 'as long as you believe, they exist'; and I truly appreciate this author taking the step into that gentle and tantric world. Beautifully written; with a soft but impactful conclusion.

Thank you all for reading! Again, this has been a HUGE week for top-notch post. Every writer in this journal deserves :iconihavecaekplz: and :iconcrazyllamaplz: and :iconlapointsplz:! Additionally, if there are spelling errors please throw me a note (not too hard) and I will fix it. 

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SteampunkSoldiers's avatar
Hey, I know this is late, but thanks for the feature and for making me realize just what I was subconciously writing about.