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Three ButterfliesAerial geishas dance, twirling in the sunshine, advancing past porch shadows; their silken kimonos unfurling, folding, flaring in graceful swirls of color. They fled, as bashful as faces hidden behind the pleats of hand-painted fans, sweetly ascending into the brightness from which they had come.Three Butterflies
by ~SedahLiah
My Infant TongueLeaping-deer lights appeared, silhouetting lines of cedars nearly silvered by the weather. Cold air sheds from above, then slowly spills dry, back-dropped by a diamond pane sky. Darkness swelled forward with a lazy grace from the east, an eager beast, a strange leviathan without a face, as the slim sickle-moon harvested stars from the night sky.My Infant Tongue
I want to know what it says, this numb, inflective murmur, churning to the unnatural stillness. I want to know what keeps on saying, why my infant tongue feels so weak, why these th
by ~SedahLiah
Almost TomorrowOnly this tension, portly and profound; rousing portent smiles with a sadness that spreads all around, like an auditory winding, climbing spines of sound eternal, bent through, broken through, only to be found beyond today.Almost Tomorrow
It's almost tomorrow, that spurious, unattainable illusion, that same tension, that same confusion. Octaves of different dimensions sound off to face
odd evenings, whispering beside midnight's touching embrace. Only the wind at the window, only its silent timing, chiming and whining forever, can i
by ~SedahLiah
TemperamentA midnight caped crow lit down at dawn on the yard. I peered out from my window pane, privately tracing his elvish gait.Temperament
I watched him collapse and grab at my grass with that murderous, lacquer-beaked mask of his. Taking a stab and a jab at the tiny smiles on my garden gnomes.
I approached, a tad afraid, and, at that instant, a wicked caw clawed at the air, surely telling me to stay away. Then, in a wink, he veered off and, as he caught the next breeze, the black, rascal-eyed vandal peered wide over
by ~SedahLiah
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Frog WifeQueer taste of sleep spit lingers. Grease and uprights form pyramids slant outwards from my burnt face after one blush, thousand blush, tired of embarrassment. I am the anti-father figure by being anti-mother figureFrog Wife
through my love of summer naps with arms out in lines not folded, love of all mud or grimy galleons gifted with such presence cruising into port – boats march in.
By title I am the baron’s daughter am his token to be exchanged for some settlement with a hunter and fanged hound for gifts of plenty – gifts of dea
by ~Ghrey
In The Solace of NightmaresIn the solace of nightmares, of darkness that creeps, And desolate screams that pierce through the air, There is safety in pain and troubling sleep, Where there’s nowhere to hide and no one to care.In The Solace of Nightmares
Danger is present; there is fear everywhere, Every step that you take leaves you broken and weak Yet you keep walking, your senses aware, In the solace of nightmares, of darkness that creeps.
Blinded and lost like a wandering sheep, A figure comes past you, then nobody’s there, All you can hear are the words that you speak, And desolate screams that pierce th
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| If I could define myself with one word I wouldn't because I shy away from such exaggerations. I'm merely human, human enough to know right from wrong, up from down, but still only human. I talk to myself a lot, which makes sense considering there's nobody else around and I hate the silence. I write poetry, but am less than an amateur. All my other artistic endeavors are merely hobbies, except for writing music, which I take seriously. I've hit rock bottom and have actually found it to be a comfortable place. ^_^ |
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- Current Residence: Sacramento, California
- Interests: Being alive and keeping it that way
- Favourite movie: All of them
- Favourite band or musician: Led Zeppelin, Kaki King, The Beatles, Pink Floyd, Animals As Leaders, Rodgab, Paul Gilbert, Slayer
- Favourite genre of music: Almost all of them, my tastes are ever-expanding
- Favourite poet or writer: T.S. Eliot, Dean Koontz, John Donne, Bryony Stubbs
- Favourite style of art: I love anything and everything
- Skin of choice: Are you calling me a racist?
- Favourite game: The back and forth tennis match of incomplete thought
- Favourite gaming platform: Playstation 2
- Personal Quote: Redefine your mind, to disappear...and appear redefined.
- Tools of the Trade: Words and dreams
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Paper is a prison to thoughts
and the world's longest sheet of paper
couldn't contain
my smallest.
That emoticon confuses me in a warm fuzzy way.. Have any idea what it is? I sure don't!
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Paper is a prison to thoughts
and the world's longest sheet of paper
couldn't contain
my smallest.
Yeah, I'm equally as confused.
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Of all of the things I need to say, all of these words are in my way.
My Music:[link]
My Life:[link]
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~*~Samy~*~
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Of all of the things I need to say, all of these words are in my way.
My Music:[link]
My Life:[link]
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Sworn 2 Secrecy
One Way to Get Hooked on a Comic
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Of all of the things I need to say, all of these words are in my way.
My Music:[link]
My Life:[link]
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Hello world! I love you.
I've been okay, I'm not online as much nowadays, too busy.
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Of all of the things I need to say, all of these words are in my way.
My Music:[link]
My Life:[link]
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