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It was a dream. It had to be even though it felt so real. She was still sleeping and all of this was a dream. Soon she’d awake beside her husband, in his arms. Yes…that was the only logic to what she was seeing and feeling. C
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Its empty. I checked twice today, but its still empty.
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Ruptured vessels pooling beneath my skin… Leaving ruby red puddles, just there, slowly forming.
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I unlocked the other side of my brain today and discovered myself...
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So...it has finally happened. Took but the flap of a humming bird’s wing for you to deliver the final blow. At least now I can release this breath once and for all, despite it being my last. But when I do die, I
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Bursting vivid canary yellow...
Twisted and ebbed into my octave nerves...
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You placed a baby’s breath in my hair that day…the day proclaimed your love for me…
Right in the spot where the hair curls about the tip o
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Happy Cheers!
Its another year!
by Kylaya Halon
21 lines, 3 comments,
on Apr 18 10:42 PM 2008
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Where is your heart now?
Where has your soul fallen?
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Father…there is your child…
Mother…there lies your daughter.
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Purity…
Essence so sweet on my skin…it shakes me to the core.
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Crack the shade that holds in the darkness...
Swing them open and take a peek through my window.
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The night has come and gone and I awake with you beside me.
The sun, I watched it peaking through my curtains and warming the air that fil
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Silly farmer plant’s his corn…
One night in the earth, dug up by dawn.
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I have been treading these darkened streets…
Struggling patiently in despair and defeat.
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Caught between the winds and the rage of my Posiden,
I stand humbly upon the shallow hill of sand...
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The heavens’ unsullied tears collect at the tips of my lashes...
Threatening to dip them selves into my eyes and dilute my salty tears.
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Forbid my tongue the dew drops of Eden…
I will sip from the fountain of the heavens’ discarded tears…
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Cherry Bougainvilleas…
Flamboyant Flamingos...dancing in the bay...
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And so..here I stand...again
Watching as splinters of my core,
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The gulls chatter in the firaments...
Ferverent to greet the dawn.
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Feeling my hunger swell in my gut, I turned to the refrigerator for something to fill the empty spot.
And there it was, glimmering in the
by Kylaya Halon
12 lines, 4 comments,
on Sep 21 11:27 PM 2007
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