Red SerenityIt's been a long time since I've belonged among the stars, And longer since I wanted to be in your arms; And this sight, this clarity, this serenity Is perfect in the most flawed way. Shadows and rose petals alike fall away And I feel...beautiful, like never before. And but for having a reason to forget, These red seeds go down easy.Red Serenity
Untitled, As of YetAnd when the flood of words comes You shall know me by my inkstained fingers, By my shadow puppets and hand-drawn marionettes Who sing lyrics like priestesses spout prayers. My wall of whispers will hold fast against the waves, To sweep away my shadows and sins-- And maybe feed the thought-starved Whom we swore not to leave behind; While we speak of their survival as if they're already dead, A statistic in the intellectual tragedy.Untitled, As of Yet
Play hide-and-go-seek with my polystyrene heart. Shadow puppets sing on the wall where my darkness lurks, Dripping sarcasm for the humo
Summer Romance in Five Partsi. Just because you say it, doesn't make it true; Just because I don't believe you, doesn't mean you're lying-- For all I know, thosee angel wings are real. So go on--I almost don't mind-- Inhale on your cigarette with your tissue paper lungs While we wait out the storm under my cellophane umbrella That could be anything but black-- Black umbrellas are sad, funereal and I hate them-- But your billowing, cursed smoke turned it black anyway. And while I was choking in the sepulture shroud, Your voice, like autumn leaves, told me once again Of the angel wings waiting in yourSummer Romance in Five Parts
PalmI want your palm to rest on my heart--but respectfully drift no lower. I want your palm to press flush against mine, fold around my waist, or find a perfect fit pressed to my hipbone. *I want your fingers to dance with mine, to squeeze so tightly sometimes that they turn white. I want your fingers to know how to tie a bow and wrap a package, to bandage me and know that I detest bows on my clothing. I want your cheeks to flush when I embarass you, but your nimble tongue to fight back. I want your teeth to flash when you see me, but your lips to form words for my eyes only. I want your arm to wrap around my shoulder, but yourPalm
All Of The Ways I Could Have+All Of The Ways I Could Have
Pulling you outside after my bath. Saying, "see that? It's not as good as us." Putting a leftover soap bubble on your nose for effect. Almost killing us from dehydration
in the canyon, your water bottle filled with love notes instead of water, and it's 7 miles to get back to the
car and it's 103 degrees. You go to eat your egg roll and
instead there's a plate filled with a million dollars. OK,
that one's impossible, but I thought you would like a
million dollars, and if I had it, I would give it to you,
by =F-AYN-T
by *Flash-Fic-Month| And when the flood of words comes You shall know me by my inkstained fingers, By my shadow puppets and hand-drawn marionettes Who sing lyrics like priestesses spout prayers. My wall of whispers will hold fast against the waves, To sweep away my shadows and sins-- And maybe feed the thought-starved Whom we swore not to leave behind; While we speak of their survival as if they're already dead, A statistic in the intellectual tragedy. Play hide-and-go-seek with my polystyrene heart. Shadow puppets sing on the wall where my darkness lurks, Dripping sarcasm for the humor, And black fear for the glamour; To whisper fears to my paralyzed heart: "Maybe my words are just for the cynics. Maybe my words are just for the sinners. Maybe these words are meant only for me." White fear to drive the ebony stake into my red heart. Self-conscious spiders scuttle to write My wrongs with inkstained spindles, To spin black thread for the white (k)night's Armor, gleaming with envy-flooded stars Who watch the words swallow the world Like gothic lace on tearstained silk. |
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Don't you wanna' know how we keep starting fires?
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And when the flood of words comes
You shall know me by my inkstained fingers,
By my shadow puppets and hand-drawn marionettes
Who sing lyrics like priestesses spout prayers.
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Apparently you have to run up to him first before he starts kicking your ass.
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Whats up?
But wishing stars,
and little men from mars.
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And when the flood of words comes
You shall know me by my inkstained fingers,
By my shadow puppets and hand-drawn marionettes
Who sing lyrics like priestesses spout prayers.
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Moving forward is all you can do in life. If you go backwards you're going to trip sooner or later and fall flat on your ass.
-Butterfly Princess of Ukiyo-
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And when the flood of words comes
You shall know me by my inkstained fingers,
By my shadow puppets and hand-drawn marionettes
Who sing lyrics like priestesses spout prayers.
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What I am is right now
kissing steamed fogged glass
handprints over backwards
tangled in darkness when I
Close my eyes....
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~Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?~
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