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Contributed by
elle
on
Sunday, 17th July 2011 @ 05:50:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I wait / want to learn how to love you especially. . . now that you are lightly fading. . . gossamer . . . gone.
now that you've, somehow, been reborn as visual poetry. . . unbreakable your former symmetry, masked in dyslexic plagering, pandering
you still / steal words out from under & around my thickening tongue gently, now, they choose to serve you by design. . . forming lists of desirous fray, the autonomy of fearless confession the fragility of wingless never-endings woven, tirelessly, into the aura of our best mis-spent days. a typographical equalibrium balances upon these elemental whispers echoing back to me from your cavernous soul. . . into this lost silence, vagires a host of seas surrendering, rythmic to expansion yielding essense in vast star chambers, inspired & inspiring calm to settle into vibrations of half-breath moments & tremble softly, there.
dear fragile, faceless valentina. . . dearest puzzle dreamer. . . a delicate box of voiceless caress awaits only you as slow-motion madness covers me, as muted lips purse ever nearer, ever ciphering over how to break the rules (free ourselves) beautifully, into the unknown into that ghostly lack & ash of sepia
I want to be, unwittingly, lost in traces of infinity with you
fear l e s s
falling. . . beyond our empty orchestras floating. . . as sweet as a sybaritical butterfly muse of that lovelier day wherein hearts struggled, tangled in the chaos / bliss of eclipsed fire & ice a quiet space of no escape, no random noise only sad eyes, burning of aversion tongues frozen in detailed anti-thesis
I want to be free / to free you from this meticulous vice
b o n e s h a k e r
your detail's brilliantly marred by the sad encroachment of sacrifice that you've become soft death drafts weakness, murmurs sophisticate wastes language in unspeakable syllables coiled, waiting in a thousand tiny love-notes, suspended upon freedom's placebo a fatal / fetal ballet of gradient impression. . . some forgotten un-spun dance the pause of an old lover upon charcoal lips. . . a layer unto itself anorectic cherubium. . . drowning like beggers in life's cup
drawing ever nearer
ever near
your misery kisses my forehead, lightly touches my face & neck. . . one hand, clinched tightly, behind it's back & you bow to the challenge of ashes & ghosts vow but dishonor echo. . . stain. . . dream. . . residue. . . vowing to dream holes, gently into sorrow to resurrect that last. . . to once again empty. . . an autumn of silences & uncertainty into everything I remember into everything I am. . . & we were. . .
as moth to flame
we plummet. . .
words were our weakness
Copyright ©
elle
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2011-07-17 17:50:09] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: .txt
(User Rating: 1 ) by Banjosandwitch on
Monday, 18th July 2011 @ 04:41:17 AM AEST (User
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strange layout got me in a tizzy |
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Re: .txt
(User Rating: 1 ) by ming on
Monday, 18th July 2011 @ 09:18:36 AM AEST (User
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Fantabulous! (made up word) :) The longing for love to go as we crave spun me into my own battles as ALL GOOD poetry should. you are a muse and a writer. thanks for sharing...
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Re: .txt
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Monday, 18th July 2011 @ 10:42:28 PM AEST (User
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very
creative writing.
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Re: .txt
(User Rating: 1 ) by Puppy_dog_eyes on
Thursday, 28th July 2011 @ 05:38:43 AM AEST (User
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I was lost in a magical whirl of words with this.
A good read which helped me relax, I just went with the flow !!!
Well done.
Steve |
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