Tag: art
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The birth of Voice.
Bricks loose like pulled teeth, yellow chipped paint with a whole white daisy. Pale sky heaving through caved wooden ribs. Hunched shadows hunting– shadows behind keening walls marred in soot. Whimpering cries, harried shushing silence screams ringing in the ears breath coming out fast–faster, sharp intake, pause– ‘whuu…’ soft whistle blow a humming tune, picked […]
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Fire that glares.
Fistful of blackness I swallow, swallow with an insatiable need I’m afraid the rage, the fire that glares at the ink Defiant has me crackling under the skin. How I laugh at my audacity, yet here I am Here I am swallowing fistful of blackness to my own fiery demise… …embers sparks jagged tongue What […]
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Cloak of mire.
The sun in the palm of a hand power The moon in the palm of the other beauty A cloak of mire adorns the child… Oh! All that is ever coveted right beneath the muck a hands breath away all that needs do is dive underground believing death is the foe . . .
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When the mist thickens.
When the mist thickens, gestures shiver in the encroaching chill disjointed voices hiss behind closed shutters promises scratched on yellowed pages drip in fresh ink chest drawers slide hollow and empty, there there it gathers unformed, unseen the haunting, of the unspoken. . . .
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Ruins, ruins.
A glimmer on the night lake doused in flames A crescent moon’s smile torn asunder Flushed rose petals crushed underfoot Feathered caress frostbitten tip A bird’s song snapped with a twist Ruins, ruins by a bat of an eye brave of heart is one that melts in the forge. . . .
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In the dying light.
Glass drops caught on bare fingers rolling down arms lifted in a poise stilled to the dying sun, wrapping sheaths of light on her skin, splaying by her sides a dancer frozen mid-spin Flap! jolted, her arms flail sparkling beads spill shatter into the ground. ***
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Hallowed Castle
I will tell you of a story one with a beautiful castle thick curtains, velvety cushions gilded buttress along its fissured walls gardens riot with flowers, mango and pear trees sickly sweet The hallways silent, footsteps muffled, occasional shrieks Women white as chalk faded like ancient oil paintings, ghost figures frozen in silent scream that […]
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Prayer Jar
A piece of pulped wood smudged charcoal fervent fingers a primal prayer imprinted burnt in a flash of flames ashes ashes they float like dust moats momentarily suspended till a gust of wind send them scattering far and wide far and wide the air swirls with prayers an open jar never full Does anybody hear […]
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Tweaked
Let it tune you Let it come through tweak your rhythm a little wire it always a little higher with a little stumble a challenge heartbreak loss a catastrophe that shatters your spirit Let it through Let it through Don’t be afraid Don’t be afraid There is a promise of soaring beyond these tumbling walls […]
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