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(no subject) [Mar. 11th, 2006|11:31 pm]
language fornication

cleis
Too much, too close, your breathing
Is this just my new soul teething?
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i can still taste your smile [Feb. 16th, 2006|02:09 am]
language fornication

borrowed_hearts
[Current Mood |curiouscurious]
[Current Music |ani difranco : not a pretty girl]

i wanted to learn to read you with my lips
trace like braille the lines of your expression



alright. my first blurb of a poem in this community. i'm the new kid, but the chosen name drew me in almost instantly and i just had to join. perhaps it's my innocent facination with 'dirty words', or livejournal communties, or interesting people who know how to write. whatever it is, i love it. this looks like a great group of people and the poetry seems very outstandin.

i'm lindi, and it's nice meeting you all.
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Inheritance [Feb. 14th, 2006|12:00 pm]
language fornication
regularfader
I am what is known as the
lesser sex. When I bleed
they call it comeuppance. I
have a room, which can
be pillaged. A box forced
open. But this box bears
teeth. This room is a
cave. And when blood flows
from this cavern, you best
hope it's not yours.
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(no subject) [Feb. 7th, 2006|11:35 pm]
language fornication

tomgordon
fell in love with a boy named Jason
looked through his eyes
wanted to kiss him

I could tell that he loved me too
in that moment
(his eyes are so blue)

and after that
I tried to make all the other boys
love me
and almost every one
I could tell
wanted to kiss me

and I felt so much
power I can't even
explain

and now to you I
want the same
minus the power
lets fall through
eachother's eyes
smack onto our lips
we'll forget the sky
and bend in our hips
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DOMESTIC [Jan. 26th, 2006|04:20 pm]
language fornication

war_of_love
[Current Mood |sadsad]
[Current Music |owen- put your hands on me, my love]

one
cloudless sky droplet
that shifts the world into
a blurry eyed view from lens

to the deviant massacre
of little grievances
that mean nothing and everything to
a skin and bones

muscle beats inside
the rib cage protecting
my soft tissue
violently pulsating and throbbing

mother and father scream as
one
strong willed girl
crashes to the floor

with a broken crown she falls
ever so sweetly into hysteria

violence
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i think this might actually be really really bad. [Jan. 14th, 2006|10:47 pm]
language fornication

bluemamie
a ghastly enterprise!
this merry go round
i dizzily spin for you

dark rivers swell
into rivulets
of the blood i could shed

crimson pools you might attend to
but the tiny wounds
are daily abrasions that go unnoticed

invisible hunger
inaudible thirst
the drone of an empty room

you drive the knife of delirious death
through these ripples of consequence
so slowly

they escape unnumbered,
appear to linger in stasis

like the slivers of my flesh
that hang in scarlet ribbons from your bedpost

and the bones that you stack
with a click and a clack
like dominoes in tidy rows
across your threshhold

spinning,
thinning like wax
in your bitter water,
boiling

molten
transient
clarified

i swirl in numb silver


mtc
january 2003
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i wrote this years ago. [Jan. 14th, 2006|10:41 pm]
language fornication

bluemamie
the saturnine princess drinks tea alone
she sleeps in a house that is made of stone
she walks in the valley
of skin and bone

her sky is a field of desire
her sky is a blanket of dreams

she grips the moon on her way into town
on the banks of her eternal frown
skipping stones until they drown
in the water of her neglect

the saturnine princess is full of regret
her anger is tight
like a tourniquet
she chokes on the grit of her own despair
and tastes the bitterness there
she scatters-
like ashes from a cigarette

her sky is a field of desire
her sky is a blanket of dreams

mtc 1994
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Love is... [Jan. 9th, 2006|06:28 pm]
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metaphor_whore
The religion of the faithless
You beseeching my devotion
on our alter of springs
Laid out preparation
for my christening

Kisses placed on my forehead
And eyelids

Blessings poured over me
Warm oil and bits of ash
CRASHING all your intentions
Cages unlocked
Find favor in my offering

A bouquet spread out
Flowers, grace, and weeds
Your icon on the small of my back
Me on my knees
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tHe dancing of the dying [Dec. 31st, 2005|09:31 am]
language fornication

metaphor_whore
Step Step echo
We try to keep in time
Life measured in the rhythm
The dancing of the dying

First breath, beats begun
Foot prints painted
Neatly on the floor
Shadow for now
Whats been done before

The dancing of the dying

Withered face
Shuffled step
One, Two, Three, Together
memories embrace like a partner
The dancing of the dying
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