You wear my shame in a bleak curtain of tears,
a single strand of dark silk ripped from the night
the pattern torn, ends fraying in the dying light
that dares to slip under my doorway.
a patina of doubt wears at my edges, clings like a shroud.
the gauze of too many years shredding simple thoughts
into dangerous words.
and in the womb of your sighs, a disfigured shadow
sits down to feast on pretty pictures
that can never be.
my circus smile belies the brilliant weight of stars
in the thick murder of sleep
where dreams are a trick of the light
you have come undone like a house of sighs
spilled from my blood....
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Happy New Year!
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I particularly like the line, "and in the womb of your sighs, a disfigured shadow/sits down to feast on pretty pictures/that can never be". It was hauntingly vivid and evoked quite a bit in me, as a reader.
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'Our burning ashes blacken the day,
A world of nothingness, blow me away.'
~Evanescence
i knew from the first line that this would be great.
beautiful work
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"I would face any horror and overcome my darkest fears just to hear your voice before i go to sleep..."
"Control your fate, colour your dreams"
~silverstitch
i really like this part:
"my circus smile belies the brilliant weight of stars
in the thick murder of sleep
where dreams are a trick of the light"
awesome shit here.
xo,
ash
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Poetry is truly boundless. It is my passion, I am the canvas.
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my poetry, lemon
both bitter and tart
you decide the taste of my art
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Life is like a dying clown, it can be loud and mean and
funny and sad and lovely and at times even beautiful,
but as much as it is, it'll still die with a quiet breath.
Make your Clown matter, make it special, before it's
horn is honked for good!
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Have you visited AUTUMN COUNTRY yet?
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Shamelessly proud mother of =Mr-Ie
"There are two tragedies in life.
One is not to get your hearts desire.
The other is to get it."
George Bernard Shaw
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Love is like a butterfly, hold it too tight, it'll crush. Hold it too loose, it'll fly.
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even after all this time the sun does not say to the earth, "you owe me."
look what happens with a love like that.
it lights the whole sky.
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