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Post by Aish on Aug 13, 2005 14:06:01 GMT -5
I want to say,
"You are my darkness, dripping... You are my feeble ache, roiling... You are my strength, personified".
But what if that isn't true, and truth is all I really have to blanket the thoughts and curves so eloquently squeezing this day, through the hoary cracks and crevices of a rampant mind?
What if splinters of you and I stuck under the nail beds and the slow burn of infection crept its way like ants into the marching of time itself, and spun us on her shadow, just glittering across the sky as dying stars?
Would we be any more effective? Would we capture the audience as we danced, radiant in our own regard, full and drunk on moonbeams?
Six falling stars. Every night, as I am quieted and solemn and wanting beneath the night sky. Rare, my tortuous little beauties. And although I wish the same wish everytime, and think of the same eyes and lashes and lips - I wonder if they are dying over your back, as you throw off and devour the heavens from the inside out.
And I tremble at the runes, whose gaze is old, and wise and never falter in unvarnished visions. Spit up at midnight fingertips, warning the prairie of the oceans fury.
The soft whispers still come, and fall and wrap themselves around me, cradling my ears and shoulders. Betray the daylight to save the night...
ah yes, we land back at darkness. You are my darkness...
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Aug 16, 2005 2:14:00 GMT -5
but what if light shines from my soul would you be dissapointed
perhaps death might knock this life from standing in your sight could you live with plain stains of only one colour
to live in your words would be a rain storm never ending i guess my puddle could grow
yes, well then... drop the stars so we will not show the darkest day will be our everything
-just had too-your poem was beautiful
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Post by misty on Aug 16, 2005 4:08:39 GMT -5
captivating and sensuous, the words fitted perfectly. u captured a moment with your words.Wonderful job.
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