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What do Daisies Know of Hell?
Contributed by
quell
on
Sunday, 23rd July 2006 @ 03:22:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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What do Daisies know of Hell?
Ill always be the skeleton in your closet
The Minotaur, roaming the fevered labyrinth
Of your psyche
Ill haunt the fleecy, foam-embellished shore
Of your solemn, sunken isle a weeping diamond in the feral dawn
Bejewelled.
Intangible as the delicate magic that shimmers and breathes
Behind my television screen.
Through an ice-edged lens, we exchange
A single glance
You keenly exhibit the frozen smile
Of a man who has forgotten how to cry
Anything, to paint a new history
Anything to forget.
Ill cram our dirty memories into a red velvet clutch-bag
And stride indifferently from your side
(Although I seem to have misplaced
My legsand
My soul.)
Knocking aside the cobwebs, and the dust-riddled past
I ignore the tangled shoals of stars, glistening behind your eyes
Tears, faded as the newly risen dead
You always were like television, to me
Casting the world into sharp, sharp focus.
Bringing life closer to my eyes dragging it further from my soul
Oh, you occupied my time
You live for dreams, and so you live not at all.
Constructing shrines to the deity of soap opera
My face, lost
In the shadows of time
Begone, my dear. Paradise beckons
Heaven is no more than a trendy Parisian caf
(Id never fit in)
And God God is a pavement artist
A long-haired student with nothing better to do.
Plucking dreams from the air, drunk on the pungent wine of righteousness
(We built ourselves a tyrant, and a shattered morgue to house the living)
The perils of the future can so easily be ignored
But there is no escape
When the phantoms lie within.
Your embrace is a taut gallows loop
(Though it speaks of other things:
Of magic-carpet clouds, tormenting a silver savannah sky,
Swallow-tailed standards, wrinkling in the cool alabaster dizziness
Of innocence.)
And now, one last daisy blooms
Twining itself (serpentine) about the frigid machines heart
Inside my television
Unfurling sweet and slow as syrup a comb-fringed head rearing
Colder than Empyrean
Brighter than a sea of vacant celebrity smiles
Im lost, tangled, disparate
Shackled to your dreams
And I cant change
The channel.
Copyright ©
quell
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2006-07-23 15:22:27]
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Re: What do Daisies Know of Hell?
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by deadheadpoet on
Sunday, 23rd July 2006 @ 04:37:59 PM AEST
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I am pretty much in awe of this piece. Wow. I found it very intense, very absorbing. I've read it twice now (I'm sure to read it again). It has a way of infusing itself into the skin. I absolutely love this part::
I’ll cram our dirty memories into a red velvet clutch-bag
And stride indifferently from your side
(Although I seem to have misplaced
My legs…and…
My soul.)
Knocking aside the cobwebs, and the dust-riddled past
I ignore the tangled shoals of stars, glistening behind your eyes
Tears, faded as the newly risen dead
Awesome stuff in this entire piece. Thank you for sharing.
Peace, Laura
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Re: What do Daisies Know of Hell?
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by lovespoetic0518 on
Sunday, 23rd July 2006 @ 08:22:41 PM AEST
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| This was a very in depth, and reflective piece. I loved the intensity of the words you obviously have bounced off of your inflicted mind. I hope this brings you some sort of solice and peace. Very, very good write. Kimberly |
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Re: What do Daisies Know of Hell?
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by xxbreathlessx on
Sunday, 23rd July 2006 @ 10:11:41 PM AEST
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wow!! there is so much passion and emotion and intensity in this poem, if you read it once you fail to capture it all.
mind-blowing. amazing job!
and the ending, i absoulutly loved! |
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Re: What do Daisies Know of Hell?
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by lillyjane on
Monday, 24th July 2006 @ 10:44:25 AM AEST
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| I agree this a powerful mind blowing poem, brilliant your very talented I love it. xxx |
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