" there is nothing like the way
thoughts awaken with
creative form ,
altering texture and
sights , with instinct
and design.
feelings like clockwork
in your brain. images
can take you into
a form and value all
its own...."
- salley
" words are effective
and magnificently personal ,
like a testament to a
journey to come or in
shape... "
- james
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You sat there
In all your luscious splendor -
You were always a bit different, marching to your rat-a-tat beat,
Your wry smile, swayed disconcerting, such soft-spoken disarray, -
A pale light drifts from the tip of the lighthouse
A orange glow smogs the sky from -
The silver threads slipping and crossing like my
conciousness as I swirl towards slumber. -
The Room
Cold, dark, isolated.by The Chameleon 84 lines, 11 comments, on Nov 5 4:57 PM 2004. In Society -
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There is blood on the kitchen counter
A clump of red roses -
marvelling at the speed
at which the blood congeals into ambrosia -
There are times
when Molly is asleep -
I cut my hand today,
slit -
You left me a wicker basket
and worn down palms -
the plaintive wail of a badly played flute
cutting through air thickened with -
A translucent print on a pane of glass
from a child's face - pressed long agoby Seretje Verre 13 lines, 4 comments, on Feb 12 11:33 PM 2005. In Other -
Looking through all my scattered notes
Paper clips mixed with blue ink and empty white spacesby invested 8 lines, 21 comments, on Feb 17 3:14 AM 2005. In Adult humor -
My feet swam through the grass
Hummingbirds drinking from the feeder -
It was a bizarre sensation
The steam drifting past -
The baby in the shopping cart:
It’s a fleshy and gummy smile, with no bone flake sediments of white, and no hair, just an ugly little ball that works its way b -
A cracked and torn cement sidewalk
where we once played hopscotch -
On those cold empty bed nights
With only the buzz of a television screen -
by almostthesea 30 lines, 5 comments, on Mar 14 12:58 PM 2005. In Other
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she is dancing
in the back of my mind. -
where failure is not recognized,
a place loathing never crept.by Paper Muse 32 lines, 321 comments, on Apr 9 1:24 AM 2005. In Dark -
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Your angst will not fill me,your tears I will not drink.
Leave me be Child,find your Father shadow and flee. -
light glows through fingertips
beyond a matrix of fearby AlArIsE 17 lines, 5 comments, on Nov 7 8:17 PM 2005. In Contemporary -
one last sip
then i crawl under woolen mossby Seretje Verre 26 lines, 1 comment, on Nov 12 10:38 PM 2005. In Other -
we follow and take orders, but so few people think for themselvesby sunset delicate 17 lines, 1 comment, on Nov 15 6:23 PM 2005. In Society
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At times the Devil wears a neutral face--
sneaks in, unnoticed,
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