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East SandsThe tide gains distance, Sweeping the heart of a tiny sandworm Covertly buried in the chameleon ground, Never to be found in those hollow casts. And the malleable grains swerve and fall, For, obedience is unavoidable. I am younger than the rock My heart is adrift and it nightly walks Here.The sea soothes and breaks, Like the softest love song Whispers hurt and smiles and waking dreams, I scream as the gulf between night and day Faints to nothing; A pressed upon vein, And the indigo blackness is all that remains.East Sands
by ~Maetoile
SapphiresSapphiresSapphires
Your eyes are bent against the straightness, You’re looking but you’re not, The dizzy dazzle through dilate diamonds; Two stares that form a knot.
A phantom face inside your pupils A form, a figure, coloured blurs, In you, on you, all around you He stirs amidst the burned out chars.
And nestled in the wells of image, How distorted, vague and real he is, That centred reflection of pallid wanting, That miniature of bliss.
He kisses viaducts to your mind With contradiction he can caress, He creases your mind
by ~Maetoile
My Silver LiningSullen fancies become All too bleak When they seek to say What your heart can’t speak, With your mouth and your lips And the tip of your tongue, The perfect pleasures of being young. And wisdom is nothingMy Silver Lining
At seventeen You’ve ceased to listen, You’ve ceased to be
Anything but your body; An impassioned corps With muted ego; Some cruel divorce. In the depths of this delicate, delicious state, I’m forced to revaluate, My altered claim of thoughtless lust; Is lost in a face And I can't see much Of him, but I
by ~Maetoile
LectureThe hollow empty words that you must say To send my heart careering into night, And love’s devotion looses all its light The passion was perpetual by the day. The coarse and fearful creases in your brow; A sign of buried treasures in your soul, Those eyes so blue have turned to dilute coal, This subtle hint of hurt you can allow. But for my sake you’ll torment only you And for my strength you’ll give me vicious hate By night you’ll give me endless day and sight What other gifts of love could be as true? And selflessness can be a bitter trait YouLecture
by ~Maetoile
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Oceans AwayThe soft waves tuggedOceans Away
at our feet The wind warned us to retreat
The salt of the ocean washed away our past And the tide whisked us away We hoped it would last
The sky exploded in shades of black lightning reached down all around And we bathed festering wounds in salt to nurse the hate we found
The soft waves tugged at your hand The wind buried you in the sand
by ~xNicklikewhoax
The Salt ThiefMy fields stretched, long and narrow and yawned on humid afternoons as I scratched the backs of my old marshes.The Salt Thief
My currents ran clear; my only dream was to sweep the tops of seas, to have always sunshine in my nostrils and salt on my tongue.
You washed up into the may of my life from some musky badlands. Mother warned you were nothing but common salt not up to the standards of my fleur de sel pedigree.
I thought to cure you, to shake the blandness from your desert eyes, for you to be the vessel to hold my deposits,
by ~Danteholic
Missing, 77Emptily enough she seems afraid. Last seen in Camden town, leaving nothing but the photograph they used. It was a clue, a plea for help, "come find me", a decision to be different from the others, the usual, the drug addict from Brixton that did so well in school, (who smiles laughably unaware, a picture of life.) Missing. Probably dead- invisible lemon juice words. Assumed, presumed, sad but true. Have you seen Milly?Missing, 77
At 77 she knew the fate of her picture; obligingly vulnerable, playing a concerto on the heartstrings. It stares unblinkingly from shop windows and
by *cheramyn
Counting Stars One bound to live through three dreams, wishes for revelation Five memories embedded in memory, untouched Indulged in the six zodiacs look out to get a view of love at seven Awoken, I wonder what ate at my mind. But between nine and ten I would get to know, ´cause drifting off under eleven cloudsCounting Stars
In the last
by ~AmicusPascal
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- Interests: French, music, Oscar Wilde, singing, cleaning, acting, dressing up.
- Favourite movie: Amelie and most French movies, why is everything so much better in French?
- Favourite band or musician: Muse, Radiohead, Air, David Ford, Damien Rice, Elle Milano, Pulp, Sia, Regina Spektor
- Favourite genre of music: Many many...
- Favourite artist: Degas
- Favourite poet or writer: Vickram Seth/ Carol Ann Duffy/ Christina Rosetti/ Keats/Shakespeare of course! Charlotte Bronte.
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- Personal Quote: "We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars"
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