Tag: Poetry
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Bed of thorns.
There is a bed of thorns I leave around me. With every misstep, misdeed or misword, every missed gesture or missed word, the bed of thorns like sharp talons grow ever sharper Thicker gnarled brambles knotted, twisted around me staked into my skin crucified in perpetual guilt wishing to disappear.. How the knots would fall…
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Intoxicated in warmth.
my eyes look in vain a yearning for a soft touch an answer to my eyes’ imploring gaze searching for the warmth beckoning like a window lit in gold against the night curtains fluttering ..calling me calling me.. towards an undying hearth where I can be intoxicated in warmth. ***
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Till it’s breathing your breath.
Sing! Sing away like a bird that cares not who hears her tunes, or if it is the deep Silence she is surrounded by. Unheeding to a passerby’s curses she sings just as the trees keep swaying the waves keep whooshing the stars keep chiming. The incessant chorusof cicadas in the night as the world…
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A longing in the waters
All the colors lights and sounds. The abundance in the world. The exuberance of nature in the endless galaxies Stars People in all shades of mud. Trees heavy, laden with fruits drooping for a kiss. More than we could ever need. Wild animals! Flowers scenting the air in plethora of aromas And don’t forget, under…
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A blank space.
Watch me lose bits of myself for you.. As I give all that I am for you To be And slowly fade away like letters inked on a piece of paper soaked in tender tears bleeding away a little thinner an outline a barely perceptible shadow And then, only a faint sense of Absence. A…
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Abyss of Beauty
So in love with yourself, you wonder how can you ever get things done. Forever gazing into each other’s endless abyss of beauty. Entranced in deep rapture, each ensnaring the other. In their separation they are truly one and the same, singing melodies heart achingly beautiful, to the brim with soft, thick, sweet syrupy nectar…
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Paper thin skin.
We want steel cut skin The kind that don’t feel Efficiency above all else Ignore our essence Oh, if we did embrace.. our soft paper thin skin. Our sensitivities.. like puffs of cotton seeds floating with only the softest sigh of warm Spring.. How much more in tune we would be to each other Nature…
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Flowing Cups
I drink deep from your endless flowing cups, blood rivers from your hearts deep with no end, from your milking breasts streaming freely, and still I drink deeply and will forevermore till I spill over Streaming from my breasts between my legs my veins, my cup flowing through the cracks and ravines ceaselessly.. Still I…
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To sing my Song
I left my strings unplucked, deadened and silenced grown stiff with disuse. They grated and screeched if forced or squeaked a little pitch. Sometimes, in moments when I forget myself, a forgotten tune, I hear. Beautiful yet plaintive I wished to claim it for myself But, it is beyond my little self. Oh, how desperately…
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Wrathful love
Bare hands, she tore through her flesh. Head hurled back in a blood curdling cry. She wrenched open her ribs snapping and separating from sinew, a gaping black hole, and the bird whipped out. She couldn’t fathom the beauty in the gore. The little blue bird speckled in blood rubies, iridescent light caught on its…
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