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Tranquil waters flowed down the crevasse of her spine.
Slithering over her delicate, petal perfumed skin.
Beading up and rolling off the edges of her faired-haired strands.
Dropping onto moss surrounding abandoned lagoons.
The only onlookers are the birds and the sweet honeybees drunk off nectar.
All alone, a voice like the promise of liquid honey and rolling thunderclouds, of smooth velvet and dark hues.
Breathing in the rolling fog, eyes lifting to see the veil of clouds part before the sun.
Streams of laced light weave between the mist, drying the tears off her rosy cheeks.
Waterfalls resume as she releases the pent up breath of a thousand gales of wind,
Plucking up lilies as she rises once again from the underside of the water world.
She is Siren.
The Water Maiden has Returned.
Cherry CigarsCherry Cigars
You're gone, but I'm still going on.
My caramel toffee eyes are snuffed out by visions of your leftover coffee grounds.
Tears roll like glittering diamonds off my cheeks, tarnished at the edges by dust.
I sit here, a table for two obtained by one at the dilapidated cafe you used to love.
Deep thoughts filtered through by the cigar smoke that fills my complex lungs.
That creaky old 'Open' sign flaps against the spiderweb-fractured windows.
The sound raws my nerves until they are open cysts spilling down my silken shirtsleeves.
Every other drag off the cherry sweet cigar, I repeat the same sentence.
Whispers of quotes that you used to reminisce into my open eardrums, which quaked and burst at every musical note in your tone.
The frayed, grey newspapers that sit piled on that corner booth crackle at me.
Like demented laughter arriving in a box wallpapered with the old poems that you used to keep beneath your bed
Mapping Out The FutureShe waits in the center of a busy train station
Dried rose petals tucked between the pages of her book
Suitcases that whisper of the many promises of traveling temptation
New sounds, new smells, new places to learn and new places to look
Smoothing back the fair strands of her hair, her ring glints in the light
Beautiful rubies on either side of a diamond, two roses beside a thorn
It looks like one that a man would have given her and erases suitors from sight
She fingers it delicately as she reads a book in one hand, a fluttering page torn
It rotates in the wind as she races after it, baggage holding her back
Ending up in the center of it all between a clock-tower and a bridge, she loses sight
Trapped in a crowd, she drifts along with them until she frees herself from the pack
Losing all hope, she is about to turn back around when a voice startles her into fright
A man's silky voice, sparkling brown eyes grinning at her, his guitar case in hand
She sees his fingers extend towards her, l
By TheInkheart (Taylor Michele)
Words dribble down the hollow crevice of my spine like waterfall over rocks
Ink thunders through my veins alongside spindled gold, woven threads entangled with poignant darkness
A heart made of white paper is covered in scrawling words, each letter glowing with the satisfaction of sentences written
Muscles act as extra parchments, coated in ink that slides over skin to form muttered incantations of verbal philosophies meant to rigor the soul back into shape
For escape is the pathway leading from all the pain that the world beats down upon the skin, rain pounding away and supposedly cleansing the skin from its inky chapters, effectively beating the will out of the so-called victim
Dreams captured by boxes without keys and locked into doors with windowless rooms, allowing for one to actually ponder the notion of forgotten memories of unrealistic worlds, of rabbits who could wa
I have left my voice bottled in glass rising upon the tide
My eyes now fall upon the lips of an enemy's pride
Shall I not dwell upon lingering mists caressing your fingertips
Just know that my powers do little to stop the tide coming for you
Drowning is not your worst enemy, my dear
Nor sharks, nor krakens, nor death at all.
Fore' his words may shadow your soul in blatant blindness
Tis what he who thinks only for his own to kindness
Dare to contradict the words falling down from my lips?
I see how you watch me quietly at the stern, curious
Love does not allow for squandering, darling
Your mind must be amiss, he would tell you now
Yet, your fragile sense of safety is solidified when around me, is it not?
Indeed I can see betrayal imprinted upon your turquoise gems for eyes.
Lust is not the worst of worlds, my darling dear.
Since you do not love him, what is to fear?
Their words will wash away into the softest of whispers
If you just follow me into
For YouFor You
I can see you standing there right now
Arms wide open; eyes unseeing as you look over the edge
The abyss beneath the mountain beckons to you; under is ice ledge
Whispers of pale faces in snowy vortexes surround your breath
Your long silver hair flies back off your head
With the howling winds, covered in shards of ice crystals past
Daring you to contradict their promises of your sweet demise
Tears drop from your dusty blue eyes to only crystallize
Your eyelids flutter shut and I watch your soul open up
Preparing for a leap that will land you into the deep
"My frozen fallen angel, why do you cry?
You are so loved by those who you stand by."
Turning to me with the cold in your bones, you quickly say, "But I am alone."
My smile breaks up the howling of the wind
As you feel a spark of something deep within
"You are not alone. You have me and will always for eternity."
You turn and gaze our upon the icy, barren la
Dream it. Do it.Dream all you can
But don’t spend all your time sleeping.
Feel all you can
But don’t spend all your time weeping.
If you see a shooting star;
Catch it and run far.
Let its burning light ignite
Your heart, mind and soul.
But also be inspiration;
And you could be
The voice of a generation.
Daydream and scheme
And look beyond
What things seem,
But also do and be;
Allow yourself restraint
As a means of being free.
Dream in reality
As well as in your sleep
And you’ll soon find
Is yours to keep.
ReflectionI want to sprinkle a piece of me
Into bit-code hoping it sticks.
But no one cares about the truth
Unless it's funny.
And I've lost sight
Of what that is;
I've been taught that it's all relative.
We're all irrelevant in the end
And so, the fire that use to burn in my heart
Is all Charcoal. And I've been trying
To see with no eyes; to drive with
But now I know I want to melt
Together people's 90 degree angles,
Until the world knows everyone's rights.
I want to melt together the distance
That separates prose and poetry;
Fact and Fiction; light and darkness.
Dead or alive?I feel numb
Is this death?
Or am I still alive?
If I'm alive
I shouldn't be
Because death is better
Than this cursed life
Ignorant WisdomThe best of us die young
We are blood and body
Mind and muddled matter
That decays from the very air
Necessary like an addiction
Our eyes are skin and sinew
Senses intaking a surface
But to the machine of faults
What is there lost to us?
The best of us are of will
As what will be passed belief
The demanding of subconscious
Edicts of the soul
Then why do they die?
Why must a will be severed
When it drives our existence
All that there is
And will ever represent us?
Why do vessels feed the muscle?
Bones hold up our legs
And a head with strong neck
That its aspirations rise?
The best of us accomplish
Tasks of a higher calibre
Like a barrel of the cannon
One volley into the stars
They undertake with all motive
And lose the unwinnable condition
For through their demarcation
Revitalize our weak hearts
The best of us die young
Because they are not us
And remind us what we should be
Through the greatest league
Of history's lessons
They sacrifice their chance to live
As watcher of the
coming of agethere are parts of me
you can still hear
on the radio;
at first, you'll mouth
the words, but you
won't be able to tell
if the static touching
your ears rests in
memory, and memory alone.
my love is not leagues deep.
you'll always be the one
to decide if i'm worth standing
in up to the ankle,
lukewarm and lapping,
or if you'd like to sleep
beneath my shores, miles
below discernible life.
the long lesions scoring
the belly of my pride
have scabbed over,
and trust me when i say
i clench my fists upon
remembering those who have
bruised me in the name
of disgust -
trust me when i say
my teeth are bared
and i am snarling,
the blood from past fears
staining my lips.
ursa minor, maybei've realized that the only reason i have ever returned here
has been because of you.
these paths we walked over and over again
still barely bare the imprint of our toes.
you've been gone for
close to forever, i know. but still
i lay here where sky meets sea and stare
at the stars you will never reach.
it's kind of saddening to see that you will never be the
infinitely remembered cancer, orion, gemini;
fame is not meant for everyone. you taught me that.
once upon a time in a land broken long ago,
you told me that the wicked never rest among the living.
with quick feet i had thought you were talking of yourself, a wanderer, runner.
now i see you only ever spoke of me.
my feet have blisters.