HalloweenSee you in a few months judging by the rate at which I update
Oh yea, I put a new poem up today- check it out; it's called "Distance" because... Well, why the hell not?
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DistanceA world, we found, by joining both at their jagged edges. We ran our fingers along that smooth new surface, marveling at its wonder, And the dust of our constant change falls as we continue to wear it down into a scar.Distance
We look back sometimes, and grin at our insanity, ever-present. And the beauty of it all- our timid actions masking raging thoughts. We see it now, we see our past- and we know it all led to this, slowly.
It was an animal, shyly stepping forward... It looked ahead and off to the side, and inched forward still... Those first steps into the water were nothing compared
by ~Mykhal
Her Kiss of DeathSix black talons drew blood today A beak dripped red and a crow flew away Girl's lips kissed fire in a stick A speck of ash fell to earth with a flickHer Kiss of Death
Smoke sucking kiss breathes in the black Consuming clouds caress two darkened eyes Sweat streaming mist bathes in the bed Carelessly come create two little eyes
Five black nails drew blood today Your lips shined red and your voice trailed away In your eyes the universe died Two bodies laid close side by side
by ~Mykhal
They Are YoursWrap your cold fingers around these few words They are yours, I am giving them to you Wring the life from beating iambic chords For the second act, they'll bleed at the cueThey Are Yours
You'll float on a river of words tonight And when the audience gasps in surprise The snow will fall so perfectly white Black ink words will flow, a river their guise
The birth of Silence lingers in your mind She is yours, for this one moment, to touch This moment named Tranquility, you find, Is a short sultry wic that burns too much
But when she is gone, the show must go on!
by ~Mykhal
JarsI hear an infinite voice From a creature of wood or bone The free spirit dances alone While bodies of flesh rejoiceJars
They are trapped within their choice Blinded birds who think they have flown But to the ground they have been sewn With no dance and with no voice
In shadows of moonlight I dance in the stars Watching leaves cry Still the most perfect sight Emptying the jars Of fireflies
by ~Mykhal
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A Promise in a Black DressYour smile, Ravenous Eyes in a Small figure. Hauteur-consumed Brilliance.A Promise in a Black Dress
Manipulation beyond Comprehension . Relying On your eloquence. Your silhouette, Dark and malformed.
Grieving eyes slumber,
Closed, shut from me. Far away, you dream of others.
Lips like venom, Imaginary anguish. Takes time to contemplate the error, You and I.
Wings pure, With disbelief and ridicule. Purity, like a clown wearing faces.
Faces worn by you, My lover. Harlequin Smile, And frown.
Mask that can
by ~Corrupted-Insight
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- Current Residence: Anchorage, Alaska
- Interests: Creating- Mostly Poetry and Music.
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Meh, I get to read it now, at least. ^^
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I think not.
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I'm from Alaska. Bitch.
It's incredibly amazing.
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Heck yeah man.
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