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Purge The SoulRifts of layered satin
move and cover whole
Overlapping limbs
and binding to the core
Struggling direction
as the rift provides more
Ways to turn and toss
and question
lessening the hold
Interwoven truths unbound
tethered to the sea
Currents carry taint away
simultaneously
let go of the handle
offered by the spout
Quench your thirst in rivers
clearing up the drought
Throw it all away
clothes cast upon the shore
'till ghostly skin is crystal clear
and find out you have more
~the purging of the soul~

Sunrise GallowsCrimson
Crimson
Sunrise haze.
Morning gallows
Gather today.
It's heard through the forest
It's heard everyday.
Another has fallen
Another is saved.
Keep your eyes open
Don't look away.
They want you to see this
They want to see pain.
One's losses
Is another's gain.
Sunrise Gallows
Gather today.

Expunge It starts like the bristling detachment of Velcro or the arrogant snap of a rubber band on your wrist. The cringing, ripping sound, the reflexive quick sting, ringing vibrantly on in the moments after. Like a bell that tolls a beat of hours that is overlooked in the passing, then counted by recalling rhythm afterwards. Instinctually, you want to keep going, keep climbing, over rubble and debris. The day has long since ended as you move through stark jagged blackness. You check the breast pocket of your jacket for a match. You strike the little brown line, once, twice, three times and light the now apparent hallway. The match burns down t

She PlaysShe plays the piano
Just like an angel
Taking strides of her own

With folded wings
Clasped about her skin
As fingers intertwine
And hands do not rest,
But instead move

Across the keys
Unlocking the doors
Of a child's heart
As she sways
Into the Movements
Of a woman

The intensity of
Eyes permeates the air
Even as they are
Lowered

To the stepping stones
Where raindrops wept
A million tears
Creating Oceans
That spanned across
The sands
And forever flow

No matter how torrent
Or impalpable
She eases into that
Steady Motion

As her vessel
Gently rocks
The sunsets

Until the door is closed
And the song has
Ended, and

Science and MathematicsTake all of your silky words
And tie them to a rock
Throw them in the ocean and
Watch all of them drop
Will they sink to the bottom?
Or will they float up top?
How deep does your meaning go,
or is it just a flop?
Your de•lect•able honey-spice
Sure did cook up nice,
but upon the swallowing
I learned I ought to, think twice.
Think Twice.

Don't take my silence for, grant-ed.
With eyes to the skies
And head Under water
You're a flickering light
and under you falter
You can't take the heat
Under salt water...

you bet your teeth
I'm counting
you better believe
I added it up.

acousticyour soul is an acoustic
black and white picture
movie reel
captive sunlight
never yielding to release
giving shadows a new taste
of elegance, quiescent
the tranquil luminescence
that can trap a heart
in the photographic emulsion
or celluloid undertow
of slow motion
just as flammable
as a subtle combustion
kindling a rustic tongue
to move a languid expulsion
ladened with sorrows
carried like crystal shards
in a humble sun catcher
hung above a familiar window
prizing inconsequential matter
into flecks of golden dust
reminiscent of
beauty and
love~

angel ash and face paint whispersSatellite asks you
what are you waiting around
here for, fragmented breath
and climb useless limbs
shake the withered tree
Even beauty grows in winter
death as we know it seems
the ending, the autumn, the falling
negotiates the way to
trespass frozen lips and decay
peaceful grave, climbing Jacob's ladder
Bide to wake for a message
a headache, unconventional
commitment, nautin of inspiration
deliverance is a snowflake
carpenters do not negate
Blint the architect can only talk of
steps never known,
through moss thrones
and ivy slightly awry
quiet, creeping, slow
under staircase groves
and monotones
angel ash and face paint whispers

My Dearest

Dearest Robert,

Every night I walk the narrow path to The Door, Your Door. (I tell no one. I make sure they're not watching). They tried to keep me from you. Did you know they hid the letters? They hid them, but I found them in the attic underneath a pile of your clothes. They tried to donate those too, but I stopped them. I had a fit and I made them stop. Everyday my nightgown is damp with tears, but at night I have comfort. I know you're with me then.

Already there is talk of moving on. It's been a whole year, they say. I need to Let Go, Move On, but I'm making plans of moving in. They tire of me day after day; not dressing, hardly eating

The Town Of No RemorseIn a town so pure and sweet
lies a secret hidden deep

you can search high and low
you'll never find which way to go

faces plastered with a smile
gentle gestures, "stay awhile"

look beyond that curling grin...

everyone takes a part in it
even if they never mean it

(They never see it)

Turn a cheek and turn a chin
they wash their hands with soap and sin
move along now stand in line
take a ticket 'till it's time.

Once they have you in your place
this is where you'll spend your days

killing everything inside...

(and this is how their secret dies...)

The Loungemascara band-aids
and cosmic blush
tepid hand shakes
and trysts of lust

forever daunting
the panther prowl
forever seeking
somewhere, somehow

smoke rings gather
in spectral mist
slow movements
elbows and twists

shoulders furled up
in the cold
no one knows
which way to go

but car crashes
are just as common,
as hope.

UntitledI had no pen or paper
to write it down
so I ascended the stairs
into the attic
where dreams fly freely

tucked a blanket here or there
beneath yellow daylight

the moon was caught
in a misty blue
so early
the sun appeared
fighting for the sky

the white puffs of cloud
seemed to envelope
the globe like a shroud

and gleaming eyes
are enticed
to view the fog
like a spectral mist
deciphering molecules
stuck in the glare
of sparkles

lazily abides
to shake off
what once was there.

the underside of bones.i. what glow once kindled so astringent,
hot-coals beneath the feet
now pleads in the whispers
of a light desperate not to go out.
how quickly does the mind flip.
society's winds blow
and the blank stares and misconception blow
and she's stumbling around on bird legs
in the hurricane's aftermath,
keeping up a semblance of assurance
like she's expected to.

ii. and it's fine, she says,
it's fine, that light doesn't matter and
hasn't ever mattered, it wasn't
for the illumination but rather the knowledge
she was not alone in the dark.
but it's not fine
because somewhere in between
repressed thoughts and stifled sentiments
may

Memories Transfixed In FlamesEverything loved gone, I can't be there
I traded it for an atom bomb
I can't make the smoke, clear
Every memory is now held with pain...

Memories of laughter under
the stars (which are now clouded
by soot) can no longer be retrieved
as I can only hear the
ring-ring ringing of gunfire
and the screams of casualties

and the blasts mingle with the forth of July
echoing all that's left
with blood stinging in my eye
a little boy appears, aged about 5
he's climbing up the rubble
I lurch forward to sound a, No,
as anger encroaches, and his head takes the blow
I think back to when my scolding
was for lesser dangers approaching
"No-

The Witch's Admirers Simple etiquette
edict
eve
Simple breath
and simple needs
poisoned
so sweetly
so neatly
displaced
would never
ever
letter
for another space to be.
Dreams, softly
but fruit is costly
and bones are far from rot.
Why do you burn me,
for perils I have with fraught?

(~ frightened by the powers, that we have not ~)

No sound?falls on deaf ears
blue stream
the difference
significant
unseen
what does it mean?
only faith
in self
else there is nothing left
when no sound
is heard
when the world
falls on deaf ears
we know
the bold move to make
shifting
causing rafters
to break
the wreckage will quake
go on
and persevere
if fearing is seeing
a line is crossed
go will
and then in silence
the world
stands still.
Instinct
is smarter than you think.

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by *lantern-rose, Oct 30, 2012, 2:53:38 PM
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Your fingers strum
the chords of my brain
a hand cupped chin
to raise me from beneath

I’d know this insulation anywhere
it feels like putting on a comfortable shirt
arms fill the sleeves
as fabric moves over skin exquisitely
for the perfect fit

_{I lie every time I nod my head in silence}

It was anchors I needed
and fish hooks
I know the art of drowning
suspension and bleeding

The captain goes down with his ship,
but not before he sails

Now is not the time
for bravery and fear
we passed those
craggy rocks
years ago

_{Twisting in my skin,
pulling tight on the ropes}

Head strong
into the squall
moves through and between
wriggling fingers
nothing to grasp
and press on
into the next

We’re raising the sails
and dropping them down
with corset flattery
buckled in
over roller coaster wind
and a hand cupped chin

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had some unexpected inspiration before the night is out

Thank you! `dreamsinstatic feature: [link]

Update 12/21/12 This is the song I was listening to when I wrote this: [link]
_{"and don't you fear it when you hear it stirring down below, don't you get that's how it lets itself into your soul?"}

~magical-badger Dec 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is simply fabulous. I had to pause my music to read this to make sure I took in every word. Keep up the amazing work

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*Amanda-Graham Dec 21, 2012 Professional Writer

We’re raising the sails
and dropping them down
with corset flattery
buckled in
over roller coaster wind
and a hand cupped chin

heart breakingly lovely

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~CelestialMemories Nov 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

_{I love this so much!}

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~intricately-ordinary Nov 2, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

gosh. your nighttime inspirations are unbelievable!
"I lie every time I nod my head in silence" really stuck with me.

And, as always, your alternating tones blended perfectly. Lovely job!

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