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My smile is a sonata of dreams sealed by a spill of words
by gothchyld
18 lines, 1 comment,
on Jan 19 11:24 PM
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My silence is a juxtaposing dream choked between lips:
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Serene beats of water drops isolating, often thought provoking:
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Salty sea waves soothing your crushed emotions:
by gothchyld
17 lines, 1 comment,
on Dec 23 5:27 AM 2008. In Life
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Serial I love-hate you, hate-love you
by gothchyld
20 lines, 2 comments,
on Dec 19 7:32 AM 2008
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When words' fail, music speaks But now, let me bask in words' playgrounds:
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I whirl into parks of midnight:
dreamlike, wondrous, serene
by gothchyld
53 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 14 1:55 AM 2007
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I wander into Cafe dream-like:
surreal, submerging, transitional -
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Of scarlet sunsets
soaked in Mediterreanan passions
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To see patience / as simplicity's virtues / like a prolonged hiatus: / drag on, dragging on, dragged on / unto showering baggages / of torture chambers / slowly injecting: / bubbles of uncertainty / and
by gothchyld
12 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 13 11:50 AM 2007
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Of ripped porcelain jars / in ashes and wipes: / an enclave of tragedies / Ivory perfection / crashing, so delicately: / hudies into Meloph
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Wrinkled contours / with a crisped smile / in dryness and frailness / nature's decay / soon to be in Hades's realm / Yet, her silver strand
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Clandestine midnight: / in luminiscent impressions / hidden streets, in serenity / Of grapevines: / drenched in jet vacuums: / the fruitful miniature / in surrealism / or lianas: / not the Mosques's para
by gothchyld
24 lines, 1 comment,
on May 23 11:39 AM 2007
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Midsummer: / weaving webs of passion / a twirl - my blood red lips: / the glamor of desires; / the softened necklines: / seductive temptati
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Lolita-esque lashes of perfection, flickers of charming sophistication
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Tempting, you are Medusa in love:
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Smeared lip prints on crystalline stillness:
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Matted lilies of dyed whiteness draping so softly:
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Chocolat: au lait, dark or hazelnut
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Royal white shades in dawn horizons -
by gothchyld
18 lines, 2 comments,
on Dec 22 4:51 AM 2006
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'Hallowing screams trail: voices after voices -
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Bloodshot eyes
blinking in midnight's pendulum
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I hate it when work interferes with my poetry. However, until Halloween, I have work for all courses that I am taking.
So unless you can offer help on gothic
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Maple brushes
in their sweeping palettes
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In clandestine moonlight
beams of insects
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Shimmering moonbeams -
transcends auras of mysteries
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I walk
under the eyes of darkness -
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Dazzling lights
in its lush whispers -
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Luminous skies
in emerald shades of clearness
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Under barren scatters in deserts
sprinkled in strips of sunset
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Flickers of light shimmer in tanned olive gardens:
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Pumping thoughts
splatter in reels of memoirs
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Under splattering kaleidoscopes
infinite cosmic - in its darkest glories:
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