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litha and sex magichow,
in the midsummer's circle he
was pressing his tongue into her
flower petal heart peeling out and tracing
stars into her skin hoping
the sage would keep on
burning, wasted away
into the cracks of the
house;
little cottage in the woods that
sighed against the copse
and the curl
of her fingers against his
back
her pale yellow dress making
waves against the moonlight,

the erotes were good to her that night
but asked too much
of only bodies they received
each
ascend & de-
cline, rose quartz spilling off
into the air

and the city, thick
& rot with
greed,
forgotten

One True LoveYou found me deep in the darkness
Even though I didn't want to be found
You heard me weeping on my knees
Alone in the dark; no one to love

Every sign pointed to different directions
But every sign lead to a dead end
I couldn't see where I was going
But the signs made it seem as if I can take any road

Every one I asked said follow the signs
Their smiles and hunched backs pointed to only darkness
Alleys with cheap tricks and lies
Cities that had so many signs to happiness

Brothels, bars, casinos, to even nightclubs
This place started to scare me
But I became so attracted to this darkness
I wanted to stay longer; maybe something here can mak

Tears of an AngelA crystal tear drop,
Blue as sapphire,
Beautiful in the light,
Of the Moon.
This shining jewel,
Filled with pain,
Of a child's last breath.
A pure emotion,
In this shimmering object,
A gift,
Unto the soul.
Yet tainted,
By greedy thoughts.
Wanting to obtain this crystal jewel.
Turning it,
From it's iridescent Sapphire,
To the opaque Tourmaline.
It must be cleansed,
It must be pure again,
Take it to the child,
The child of Forever White.
The soul will be lost,
With no way back.
Go cleanse it,
And save,
This unfortunate soul.

NumbIm numb, there is no rage...
Im numb, no pain to cause my tears.
Tired of this rollercoaster of affection, when family hugs then stabs me..
So tired of hearing, keep the past behind you , move forward..
Only to have my past shoved in my face time and again.
I AM a good person, with a warm heart...and that heart gets hurt alot...
Im numb.. Im tired and I never want to open my eyes to lies of love again.

the way home"we are made of stars"
they wrote in my
new book

he drew one of his
nautical stars
and I can navigate

by the light of stars
such as these
we are made

Frustration"My smile is fake today, inside im shaking.My bright eyes dont shine from happiness, they hold back tears of fear and frustration.Im not out walking in the sun to feel it's warmth, Im running away from the pain where I stay.Today is not a good day"

The PainterThe road twists like a river, like a snake
Brings me past trees on the hills that roll
The brushstrokes of a master evidenced
In the absolute care and precision that
The leaves are dabbled on, pointed
Like hands, like hearts.

And the farms, fields cleared, plowed,
Planted and harvested in good time
The geometry perfect, yet natural
The chronology - dare it be said - divine
And beside, the fields not man made
But cleared by the artist Himself.

Within I see flowers - white points -
Scattered randomly, beautifully
Lit along with the grass in an expertly
Executed wash of evening sunset,
Now disclosing bending, lovely, towering
Trees, oaks, pine

CrescentYou move the waters in me
make them flow along your touch
as you draw your marks and vistas on my skin,
inscribe the doors that open inwards
and let the tides rush in

as I read your letters, my skin still tender from the flame
I hear the sound of the waves
and watch the crescent rise

I know a placeI know a place,
where everything is pure.

Where life is a dance on roses,
and no one ever gets stinged by thorns.

Because nobody can ever be sad, hurt or ill up there,
pain simply doesn’t exist at any rate.

I know a place,
where springs of water becomes eternal life.

Where everybody can taste the water,
and yet nobody can drown.

Because His holyness and love is ever present,
as it embraces everyone in happiness and fill them all.

I know a place,
where the light is good and bright.

Where everything is lit up with goodness and love,
and nobody gets sun burned or feels alone.

Because God has created a Paradise of light up there,
me

Praddling Tides Of JudgmentalismHow is it you feel justified to judge me
Or to condemn the way I embrace my affection
Do you think you are somehow better
While you call my morality into question
Are you such a ridiculous drama queen
That you think that you're perfect and blameless
For there is none on earth that is pure
None that remains white as snow it's your faithlessness
That brings to question who we are really meant to be
Yet you praddle on and on
With eyes that never learn a thing
Because you are set in yourself
And see none other in their suffering
Arrogance so blind it can strangle the life
Out of the spirit of nobility
Sickening greed so powerful
That no more is t

barriersadjusting the angle of the laser gun
that points at a
caleidoscopic stew so far;
essentially, aiming
at the moon.

so trickle his days.

-

an alchemist,
he devotes himself to
alloys,
forcing the torrid and the
potent to
copulate
with the torpid, milk-white and the ilk,

sparking specks of
all the colours of the universe,
and more.
striking stone against
another, they
proliferate,

but never do
cohere
into a single pattern.

a scientist,
he despairs
over the technicolour platter.

-

yeshu rides through the groomed, hushed city
picking up prostitutes and cracking peanuts,
it is a tender
night and the wind rubs its head against his ca

nothing is the limit i am 5'10 barefooted,
and the 5" heels i wear
are to make boys like
you
insecure about women like
me.

i only want the clicking
of my heels to be like a
time bomb
for you, signaling the end of
everything.

my lipstick doesn't stain,
and my nail polish doesn't
chip, and everything about
me is made to be
perfect.

so look over your shoulder
and sleep with one eye open
because on of these days,
i
will
rule
the
world.

Fear the Darki do not understand why no one helps us
we are hurting
we are being hurt
we cry out for help
for mercy
but no one comes to our aid
there are so many people who could intervene
but they choose themeslves
instead of others
our bodies carry our pain like war scars
our tears are shed without evidence that they were ever there
we are always there whether you see us or not
we are always waiting for that one person who will
look at us and finally see us
instead of looking through us
or averting their eyes
they pretend we do not exist
that were not worth their time
or their help
and i guess we are not worth it
when so many people look at us
and see nothing
it's hard to see ourselves in any other light
we live in the shadows
we see how you treat us
we see the pity and disgust in your eyes
but you do not see the understanding in ours
because according to you we do not have
the right to be here
we do not even diserve the kick you throw our way
you think that we are just animals
lower than even th

IllusionsChaotically disillusioned
seeking solutions
for the deluded mind
Invasive obtrusions
leading to mental intrusions
sanity resigned.

WordsYour words that pierce like a knife through my skin, hurt worse than a bullet to my heart.
But you don't take the time to think them through. For the love of God won't you stop and hear the cries of a million voices, each one a victim of your ruthless game.
You tear others down to raise yourself up. Your pride gets in the way and eventually you will fall and see what your words do.
Like a needle to my skin, pinpricks to my soul. Selfish you and your stupid tricks.
Is it cool to shoot at someone with the gun that is your mouth? Does it make you feel better to rip others apart.
Look now, you terrible fool, at the physical marks left on your target. This game you play, it isn't cool, it's just sick.
But for the sake of popularity you continue to spit out words of acid burning through someone else.
I hope one day you feel the pain others feel at the cause of your words. I hope one day someone puts you in your place and makes you feel as low as others now feel.
Then maybe you'll learn to un

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            of blowing stories through my ears, without sound

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                and flung open
                                at the thought of his name-

                oh, to cut out tiny stars in his photograph,
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following through
                         in vain

to see what I have gone to-
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                and grasping it in my sleep
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I am
barely noticing the floor under my feet, the
restless air I breathe, it goes:
in and out.

I freefall toward the bottom of my thoughts
until it's three in the afternoon
and I give myself to the lull of sun-
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leaving bruises that take their time
going away, but love always
is careful to mark.

it's another day; I'm waiting
for us all to wake up
to give ourselves the way I think I may be doing
the need to belong somewhere-
why is that not stronger? and
it might take a while, so

in and out, I
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around

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the light makes shadows
fall in ways they usually don't
the windows let in silence
I have nothing to guide my pen
until I realize, how
night is collapsing into twelve a.m.
that is called the next day, I believe

I'm smiling because it's simple
I'm sulking because it's simpler
even with the blue spots clouding up
five in the morning
I'm baring my heart, because
it takes hardly any effort at all
and I can read between the pages
a half-step faster than I can run through life

so something tells me
maybe not everything's all right
I go look in the mirror, because
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stare at myself, shake th

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tangled legs under runaway hems
when they ask, they think they already know
too often, it is
the love that trainwrecked once under the stars
leaving hollows behind;
the treetops were black lace stains against the sky

reading too much into secrets
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by ~mySeity, Apr 19, 2006, 9:36:45 PM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

I examine-
my legs, shorter than determination,
the changing shapes of my eyes. A length of
hair that I've spilled into dream puddles.
Color I left by the front door, and a
lock that's kept out demons for too long.
But we, I and I
ran down that street together.

I sat once in the freezing meridian of
thunder and rain, believing
that sins could be washed away. That crying when
everything else was wet would make it better. Like
jellyfish soap operas and slow waltzes on the ocean floor.

Curled up on a loveseat, on my own,
thinking of crowded rooms and empty hearts and
why they ever allow lunches where tables hold ten
and I am eleven. And some days I fit into the crowd about as
well as an elephant fits comfortably on
the head of a pin.

Quick, follow me back to airplane rides
and starings over a dark horizon and IwishIwish. Every day
counted when I was away. Home was a time that
lasted until forever. I wanted out, and then I
found words.

Today, I have been
growing hoary by the half-second. And
yet I suspect one of these quick
thoughts or breaths will bring me back
to familiar roads again.

another sappy documentaryby ~mySeity

Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

um, okay. try to explain.

title on impulse, last second. i've experienced a floodtide of emotions high and low today, and you know it must be significant if i'm typing my i's in lower case and my poems in upper with no formatting. but i was lonely, as jm says, 'in a crowded room.' well, i was alone, but the world felt like a crowded room. and that was when i started remembering and writing despite the fact that its almost 1 and my hw is nowhere near done and i run on with my sentence to finish off this poem with an ending that does not smack you in the face or heart.

but the poem is honest.

!silverrainbows Apr 20, 2006

wow, this is amazing. and really sad. aw.

i looove your imagery, as always.

this part is one of my favorites: "That crying when everything else was wet would make it better."

really, really well done

~mySeity Apr 20, 2006

Aww, thanks. I was in a peculiar mood last night. <3

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