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windless song I was born for this
slave to the earth
feathers of blackness
I soar your endless lands
my comforting windless song
plunging and plucking
you and you
come to me
release your world into my soul
surrounded in an indigo beyond
feel my breath's caress
surrender to the gentle call
and you are mine
summer fields reckless it glowers
racing across the bareness
in summer fields
immune to the storm's smiling breath
riding the perfumed winds
screaming their spells
to the golden gods
forever cabined in my heart
storming behind my eyes
raining on my lips
lust burns in the blue dark
teasing and touching me
but i feel cold
it slices through skin
red and slick
cringing beneath your iron glare
taunting the dew from my sight
wrinkling petals in my hand
on my tips
in my lap
bare and fashioned
i sing a lyric of memory
night birds praying
to the moon
my memory held tightly with
bands of string and song
whispered in drowsy hours
i want to smile
it glows on my tongue
like a meteor
streaking under closed lids
lashes full and sensual
damp with your cruelty
the word is harsh
it shatters the pewter framed glass
fractured within my love
the branches snap under your step
let me live
other faceskneeling before the shroud of your linen graces
bound and battered
spotted with cream
dotted with ever-eternal glances
in the smoke
rippling flowery othering sensations
flowing and choking
chained by your heart
pinching your other face
with feathering masks
time-tortured snail-like slowness
it touches me
wrapping me in sour melodies
in the pale crisp polite words
you never spoke
rearing itself on the moon
casting its growing tales
spoken with shadows
leaning in the wind
like a single blade of grass
turn and give me my right to threaten
in the way I choose
I am my own soul
without any remorse
without any panic of a notion you make
to your other faces
in the darkness
thoughts touching me
following all that came before
to the overcrest
slicing peaks of sunsets and horizons
in the fields of deep flowering waves
powers that share their might
to never before
my only rising thoughts are of you
what you wish I was
when you thought and remembered
TofaOf silent thought | or suspect mind
Are fine and few aware.
To heed each mind | one meets with words
Is a lesson learned aright.
In cradle's cradle | half-conscious I lay
Next a white-armed woman bright.
From her warmth | and wiles of fire
And launder of lips I got.
Held together | next the hearth
With kidding connotation.
The bright made guarded | her garments well
But love lays low such fears.
A name she'd none | else no name to give
To rejoin requests made,
Yet with poise | with pose and words
She took my temper from me.
Along her lips | a lingering beam
And quick craft of her wit
Bestowed for her | my being inmost
And heart heavy-beating.
A name she'd none | else none to give
To rejoin requests made,
But five nights all | Did fires burn red
With lofty love akindle.
It was not soon | six nights after
In darkness her derth did come.
I feared that she'd | found yet a man
To confer quietly by moon.
By all the names | I knew for women
I guessed and called the girl.
Still a simple | smil
I Am as a ForestI am as a deep and endless forest,
with paths that wind forevermore.
My winds do wail unbridled,
My rivers flow though lands unrivaled.
My spirit shines though hearts downpour.
I am as a vast and boundless ocean,
With waves a-rage 'gainst endless cliffs.
My tides do count the pass of time,
My echoes ring with voice sublime.
The waters edge--my fingertips.
I am as a great and glorious mountain,
With spires of granite held tightly bound.
My valley's depths seek timeless belonging,
My precipice cries out with longing.
My summits soul to all confounds.
I am as a cold and lonely desert,
With sand-filled winds that call your name.
My emptiness seeks lifes salvation.
My dunes defy all desolation.
No companions dwell upon my plain.
I am as a sad and solitary aster,
With failing fires from my core.
My light does quest for endless purchase.
My fiery heart does long for purpose.
My potent rays will shine no more.
I am as a deep and endless forest.
I am vast, unknown--and glorious!
The War of BeautyOne set of eyes rests upon the reflecting window
Shining back is a girl with medium length brown hair, glasses, and a scar under the right eye
She stares and wishes for the mirror to make her look beautiful
But in return she sees her own reflection and begins to cry
With tears streaming down her face a girl screams at herself in hatred
For letting herself become so utterly fat and now is being used as the one to harass
The stress becomes too much for her to take
With one heavy blow she bashes the windows pane of glass
Shards of a broken mirror are scattered across the floor
A girl lays flat on her back her arms written on with words of self abuse
Ugly, Fake, Hideous, Stupid, Idiotic, and Disgusting, all now lined with red long cuts
No more breaths to come from her just because of those who wronged her now the blood pours out and spews
A loving friend lays a memorial outside the girl's home
In it rests a note saying beauty lies within the heart, and not to let others judge you on the ou
Sorry I'm Not Strong Enough
I didn't have any
It was the one trait I didn't possess
You despised me for that
You called me weak
Every time I cried out
You just struck me harder
You said it made me stronger
Well you know what?
It didn't, it never would
All it did was build up hate
You made me forget about love
In life, I became unapproachable
All because of you
My abusive father
I guess in a way you made me stronger
I have never loved
So my heart has never been broken
As I am bitter
People avoid me
You have given me peace
You probably think I should thank you
Should be happy...
That I am alone!
Every moment, of my life
I shake and cry out for help
I am stuck, surrounded by my thoughts
That take me back to my time with you
Before you ever started hurting me
Before you called me weak
Before you turned into a monster of my nightmares
Where you became someone I feared not loved
Before my mother died
And you blamed the loss on me
Tortured me and said it would make me stronger
When all you where doing was letti
A Few ThingsIn the beginning
we love even the most insignificant
From mobile that hangs above our heads
to the rattle in our hand
(When the only word for god is mother)
And we never have to pretend
But as time goes on we love less and less
as damaging tides roll in
Desensitizing with each break
as the world comes crashing in
Then one day we come to realize
only a few things we truly love
As we raise our children high in the air
and thank god from above.
Little Black HeartI don't believe
In automatic love
No matter how good it sounds
I don't believe
Love starts when eyes meet
Or with a few scraps
Love is evolutionary
Beginning with something else
And let us not forget
Or simple friendship
For some of us
It doesn't start at all
So maybe I
Should face facts
Love never came
The only woman to capture this heart
Do so over time
Chiseling away at ash and stone
Where so many others had tried
Until all that remained
Was this little black heart
This broken charred heart
I never said
When she got to the end
She was going to like
What she had found
Keep it all InsideI can't face this alone, or I'll drown in my tears.
It's a feeling I've felt for so many years.
I know I've told you the feeling went away,
But the pain is still raw, until this very day.
I can see the pain you store in your heart.
You try to hide it, but I've known from the start.
You hurt, you cry. And your life: you wish to end.
For reasons that I cannot comprehend.
I feel despair, regret, and numb beyond belief.
All I want to do is breakdown, and have a little relief.
Relief from the screaming in my head, the remorseful, horrible dreams.
My mask hides the real me, nothing's as good as it seems.
I try to get you to open up, try to help you out.
Be true to your heart, please get rid of your pout.
It kills me to see you smile without it reaching your eyes,
Because I know that deep inside, you want someone to hear your cries.
Laserlight ThunderstormDream Diary
31st July, 2009
A rumble in the distance roused me from my sleep. It was early in the morning, my digital clock read 4:15 AM and I still had a few more hours of magnificent slumber left before I had to force myself out of a warm bed and into a cold Friday morning. I pulled back the curtains of the window above me and looked into the sky, wondering what kind of a day it was going to be. Despite the shroud of night holding steadfast, I could see the discordant underside of a cumulonimbus cloud with its base gently illuminated by the city lights of Sydney. A flash of light momentarily purged through the darkness followed closely by another deep rumble. A thunderstorm was passing by.
Something was strange though; each flash pierced through the clouds and into my room with an eerie bright green. Though I had spent a great deal of time watching the weather, storms in particular of course, this was something I had never witnessed before in my life. As the storm began to rol
The SirenI hear a voice calling me
Sailing with me to the sea
I will conceal our fate
And reveal what we hate
How’s it you know where I am?
You’re in the wind, following me
How’s it you know where I’ll be?
I hear but I don’t see
After the moon has shown
The sea is where you've flown
I will conceal my fate
And reveal what I hate
How’s it I know where I am?
It’s in the wind, passing me
Who’s it that knows where I’ll be?
I hear but I won’t see
Red on the SandRed on the sand
It blows and swirls like grass in the wind
Cracked ivory towers, tired and tattered
Bending the hairs on my eyelids
Dizzy and empassioned, I walk up the wall
Sitting in the corner, I scrape and roll
Closing my ears to their stares
Their narrow, twisted wrath
It rails me like glass
Red on the sand, green in my eyes
Patting the water as it breezes my cheek
Cool and soft as curtains of cotton
Soot covered blossoms of silver and lime
Peeling my thoughts with chisel and ice
Curvy sharpness hidden in wax
Melting with flames and honey
It drips from my lips
Red on the sand, gold in the clouds
The lone dark freezes my song
Ripping tears from my pulse and
Splattering my dreams again and again
Crisp and jagged and silent
My single thought torn to the ground
Grass folding with my breath
Choking until I am gone
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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