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Coming Home Like a haunting she cameComing Home by ~Oxma
Midst a disconnected sleep which
Had twice now been severed
By the oscillating strains of
My own maudlin leitmotif;
That which had driven
Such irksome nostalgia
Fast into each and every corner
Of my sentience.
Allowing just enough time to
Help the ritual along, she spoke kindly,
Ironically and then left as she'd arrived -
Nude, laughing, and with a body sparsely punctuated
By a number of luminous fingerprints.
Headspinning Sliding into bed likeHeadspinning by ~Oxma
Cold sick from a plate
I take the sheets into my hand
And craft a temporary womb
To reflect upon a night
Well spent...?
I couldn't say.
Untitled No. 2 IUntitled No. 2 by ~Oxma
Uncle, if you could see me now!
A small-screen legend, grayscale and everywhere -
The adumbration of a criminal whose thoughts were too oft.
Who struggled to keep pace with the slugging of
His country and who, excorsised of god,
Sat for days-cum-years in an endless fall of discontent -
Punished, but meaning well,
And left presently for sad sharing desparate tenets with whoever
Should listen - preaching Brutus, Mandela,
All humanist bravo.
Now, as in dreams of Liffey-lite transport,
I am no longer here...
II
...Sitting down safely with the soil
Atop a dry hill that allows me to forget who I am,
I can thus return he
1 there was a girl so in love1 by ~lesucredepasteque
that the cities became her.
she spoke the language of traffic and guitar players-
breathing smog her eyes would glitter like the heat over Los Angeles-
she walked in the street at sunset,
and felt god on Bourbon Street
among the candles and the cabarets-
she saw angels on the subway riding back to New Jersey with blisters between her toes.
Rvq: Cloud Kingdoms Don’t let those soft huesRvq: Cloud Kingdoms by ~KDragonsheart
Of gold and amethyst
Fool you; war is not
Far off in this
Darkening horizon,
Edging past the dying
Cerulean of pure
Sky to build itself
Up in the form of
Lightening-laced
Parapets guarded by the
Vicious monstrosities
Unseen by any,
Yet always the first
Heard when such a
Great construction
Of purest elements
Passes o’er the heads
Of an anxious
Populations of docile
And quite stringy
Mutton, the only thing
Of absolute and perfect
Beauty born among the
Winds to become castle to
This supposedly untamed
Land, sweeping curtains
Of rain and deliciously
Deceiving breezes drawing
On our
Flower Power by ~Ne-hilum
Sta.sh
yours are quite well written as well
I'm glad I find your work too!
MERCI
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"La lucidité est un vaccin contre la vie" Cioran
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Thank you to ~yukicat for letting me use her sexy avatar
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This is the last night you'll spend alone
Look me in the eyes so i know you know
I'm everywhere you want me to be
-Skillet, The Last Night