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My Cedar BoxAt that old, rusty gate of heaven, Two squirrels stripped me down Like gypsies, chattering away. They leached granola, pencils, Sweater vests and gift receipts, But couldn’t seem to pinpoint Which pocket held my heart, And I had to mutter that you had it So they’d stop looking And leave me alone, But they simply kept on their chattering, Waiting for me to smile And smile And smile and nod until I nodded off to sleep.My Cedar Box
And dreamed of you.
And the thieves’ little claws on my burning skin Were suddenly your fingertips Gliding,
by ~ChaoticKaleidoscope
Untitled - 1Standing on a bridge Yesterday, maybe.Untitled - 1
Remembering cyan and sepia tomorrows in snapshots That could have littered her darkroom floor. It’s a blue-black-old-picture-show-sort-of twilight Behind her, seeping Into her milky, five-dollar mocha.
And someone else’s name comes to mind: That bitter, dry one long since stamped out
Of her frostbitten toes. Her hands are cold, trembling, nestled
In the musty silence of her pockets, Hiding themselves from the piercing Christmas lights wrapped around An endless ribbon of highway.
She should hav
by ~ChaoticKaleidoscope
The Real RedDown the street, the same baggy jean Wench you were yesterday... And the day before. Thick lined eyes stare you down: Children's eyes. Heads of hair, splashed In pink or red, Machine-wash-made-in-china Punk. Spending daddy's money. False assurance -- at least you Know who you are: Bullshit.The Real Red
An old man smiles rotting teeth; Periwinkle hat on head. She bought it for him; he remembers, He told her he hated it, But he's worn it ever since she... Passed on by skinny legs in skirts Leaving nothing for the blind Fantasies. You're
by ~ChaoticKaleidoscope
Still StandingShe's a child Like me But who would have known? When she's smiling for Their cameras, She's a dazzling mask. She's ablaze. She's Glamour. Glitter. They wouldn't know; They've never seem her On that battlefield Her double blade, Her broken reflections In the wide eyes of Warriors. Angels. There's no blood on her, None not her own, But her wounds run deeperStill Standing
Than blades can Incise. Blood here is fresh, Though it's just another coat To dry before Time Returns. Armies uneven, Sprea
by ~ChaoticKaleidoscope
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Darling jaded Angelica, can you hear me call? Can you hear me from heaven; can you hear at all? Is the sky blue life up there treating you so kind? Sometimes I wish to join you and leave this world behind.
Oh Angelica, you cried so much before you had to leave Was dying really the only way to save your sanity? Angelica you’d died of a heartbreak I’ll never understand. You were already dead inside, though I was there to hold your hand.
Oh my stained Angelica, with your tainted soul, Have angels bathed you tenderly and filled your growing
by ~Miseria-Cantare
OwnedThe summer heat fills the room. The smell of sweat is pungent. Trying to cool down,Owned
I sit next to my fan. The blades go round and round, putting me in a trance. I stare at the walls. They are so empty. I stare at the walls. They are so cold. Portraits of you and I use to hang around this room. Now the space is bare With only the smell of sweat, the pungent smell of sweat, to keep me company. Where have you gone?
“Where has she gone?” I ask the whiskey bottle beside me. It smiles at me. I fume. I swing at it. It tips and spills. I look at my now soaked jeans. You gave these jeans to me.
by ~Miseria-Cantare
OmegaWinter chill killed summer's life, an eerie hiss produced a shiver, searching for solace, finding no release, tethered in place; forgotten peace.Omega
Hazy acid skies overhead roll, thunder grumbling its unearthly toll, Gut rollicking its own opinion, as death fought to gain dominion.
Angels clash and swords collide, Michael wept as his comrades died. Satan grinned a final farewell, and Earth became his horrid hell.
Sulphur rose into the night, tainting clouds, crowding out the light. All was going according to plan, until there came the
by ~foolishheart
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- Current Residence: in true insanity
- Interests: poetry, literature, deep inside my own thoughts
- Favourite movie: Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels
- Favourite band or musician: Paul Van Dyk
- Favourite genre of music: rock; trance
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe;Emily Dickenson;Miseria-Cantare;maybeimrealmaynenot;EmbracingAmnesia;foolishheart
- Personal Quote: free from nothing yet freer than all
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