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Tempt Me With WordsWords are luscious and flow off the tongue,
Tempt me, suitor,
With words of honey and lilac.
With faded parchment and onyx ink,
Slowly seduce me, kind sir,
With words of velvet and flame.
Words are precious and form the souls' essence,
Court me, gentle man,
With literature and good graces.
Words are indefinite and lucid,
Speak my language, hot-blooded spirit,
By softly whispering stanzas in my hair.
Words are eloquent and unique,
Trace sonnets on my skin,
Capture my heart with words.
Stain my blood with poetry,
Heat my heart with haikus,
Make my skin shiver with lyrics,
Capture my attention, soulful man,
By reciting and writing.
Words are thicker written, fair souls,
And they taste of cinnamon and passion,
Tempt me, brave man,
With your words, above all.
My Morning BattleI look in the mirror,
Apply that last bit of eye make-up
Twist the brush,
Swoop the glittery powder
Standing back and smiling,
My reflection retorts .distorts
I hear a hiss in my ear,
"Look at you, you love every person who talks to you... so pathetic so naiive so trusting ..such a fool."
I close my eyes tightly, I grip the edge of the counter, my knuckles white.
"Look at you, you don't know when to stop do you?.....so eager so loving so innocent such a fool."
I bite my lip and refuse to look at her,
This hissing demoness who resides behind my eyes my dark brown eyes .
"Look at me!" she exclaims, "I will protect you, foolish girl,"
She fans around me like a cloth of smoke,
"I will protect your foolish heart, and never let anyone touch it again .you bruis
I Am Your Clockwork DollLay me out on the table and open my eyes,
Peel back the skin and reveal my porcelain heart,
Like a clockwork doll, made in secret from the mountains,
A lock is encased in its center,
And the key was lost long ago
Given to a man of a name I've never known
You play music of the sweetest notes,
Stories of love and devoted trust
Love I don't deserve
Love I can only give away
What a truthful night it has been for this doll,
Every heart spoke its truth,
And she nearly cried from her shock
So much love and care,
From those she's never met never known
Her crystal blood flows freely now,
Warming up her ceramic skin,
Her glass lips shining,
Her bright eyes sparking,
You all have awoken me, once more.
I'm just the clockwork doll brought down from the mountains .
Basking in the unimaginable, unexpected love of your words.
Here, In My HandsH e r e
In my hands
Barely holding on to my flushed fingertips,
Is a dream.
Just an ordinary day dream,
One held precious and known only to me
But within this fantasy, is a hidden promise
A promise and a question,
H e r e
I cup my hands and let the starlight ruffle it's feathers,
Like a bird of thread, with eyes of gold
Do you understand how fragile it is?
If you unravel it enough, you will find what's left of my heart,
Since I broke it in two for you.
H e r e
Underneath this twilight canvas,
I hold my hands up to you and watch your eyes change,
Don't you understand
Don't you even have an idea
Of what this delicate wisp of a daydream,
CanvasThe staining ink of your darkest Sharpie,
The bitter scent both relaxing and startling
The gentle tug of felted tips and pen on skin
Just rest my head down,
Let the shivers take me,
I wish you could experience something similar,
But I wouldn't know how to explain,
How wonderful it feels,
When I become your canvas.
Closing my eyes,
I listen to your steady breaths,
Your soft but precise movements on my skin,
My arm stretched across the cool wood,
My knuckles lightly touching your chest
I think, if I lay still enough,
I can feel your heartbeat through my skin
When you set that ink upon my skin,
I forget about everything bothering me,
Everything hurting me
And let the shivers consume me,
When I become your canvas.
My Label/ Hi, My Name Is...Sometimes I think I need to wear a label,
That will tell you what is wrong with me
"Hi, My Name Is:
Easily loving, falls to quickly, doesn't know when to stop, tries her best but can't succeed, and only wants to hold someone's hand to feel that hand on her shoulder when she cries "
The ink would be smudged across as if written in haste, a couple letters bolded in spots as if trying to fix a mistake So many mistakes
The edges would be peeling as if to forget I ever existed all together
Sometimes, I think I need to wear a warning
So you will know ahead of time that I'm too broken to repair too lost to be found too hurt to heal and pretend to smile, often .
So that when you don't like what you read, I can just tear it away, and write another
But no matter what I try, my name is always the same .
Please....Remind Me...Falling through their split-laced curtain,
Their venom-gilded web,
I extend my hand towards their bitter cackling,
Trying to hold on to my existence .
They are my blood,
They are my family,
But every glance is two-faceted,
And every remark is double its original worth.
They will never accept me,
They will never understand,
And the metallic sharpness,
Creates acid from their lips,
And the stinging denial,
Gives birth to underlying hatred.
I dance between both worlds known to me,
But I'd prefer to be in only one.
I lie through my teeth daily,
I put on a show and pretend,
And I constantly remind myself I am stronger,
I will survive their sickening trials .
If I know that I am stronger,
That I can do this until I am free,
Then why do I find myself holding myself together at night,
Crying in the corner of a chilled shower tile,
Wondering why I never feel like I have a future,
Where they will accept me for what I am doing and have been doing
Your Feline Shadow...Go ahead and tell me,
Your darkest deepest fear,
Whisper it, type it slow,
And never let them hear
Because you know how much I care,
You know what I really mean,
And because I care so deeply,
You're secret's safe with me.
Go ahead and tell me,
Who you really love,
Whisper it, and type it slow,
And never let them know
Because you know that I still care,
So I'll never tell you no,
I'll support your whims on hand,
And never to let go.
So go ahead and tie the string,
Draw the face of my true soul,
Tickle, laugh, and trick me, boy,
But you have to know,
That these games make it difficult,
They make it oh so hard
I care for you,
And yet you're not sure..... who you care for
And I can't let go
I'll be here,
Waiting, smiling, laughing, and playing as always seen.
I'll be here,
Hoping, trusting, caring, and saying what I mean
And you'll be there,
Swaying to and fro,
Never knowing who to love
I'm your feline shadow, boy,
I, I am ForbiddenOh Lord , how I'm afraid.
I'm afraid that my secret will become known.
Those of my own blood chain me down and say I'm free,
They mock me before kissing me goodnight.
And for this reason, I have hidden how I think,
How I am,
From them all.
These words are typed in secrecy,
These thoughts forbidden to exist,
This heart forbidden to thrum with the blood of an open mind.
I am forbidden.
Oh Lord, how I'm afraid.
I'm afraid that I will never be free.
Because the only way I can truly be free is to break secrecy,
And that is too dangerous a border to cross...
And much too painful
No daughter should hide her heart because of her mother's scorn,
No daughter should cry names into palms and erase the evidence of her pain,
No daughter should be forbidden
And I believe the worst thing of all is that they only know half of how they've cornered me.
They don't know how they have barred my way,
And burned my blood to scar my soul .
They don't know how truly they have made it so,
I am f
There's Black All AroundThere's black all around, with nothing to touch or see,
I'm hanging by dead images that started to discolor, swallowed by the obscure sea.
In this dark universe the wind is breathless,
To never wake up again, to bleed to death it would be a bless.
The sweet, cold rain, it never pours,
Because here's no sky, no earth, no exit doors.
There's black all around, with noting to smell or hear,
In my dreams is still a bit of color, but soon it will disappear.
In this dark universe my heart stopped beating,
Here's no oxygen, because there's no need of breathing,
For the last shard of sun I'm still grieving
I'm screaming to the endless dark,
But the echo of my voice won't overcome,
Because here's no "get back from".
There's black all around, with no joy or pain,
Because here's neither lose or gain,
I still remember how love and hate felt like,
But this will be erased too by the obscure bane,
Replaced by a field of nothing, an obscure plain
It's kind of funny to remember that I
An Atheist Answerdeep below the sores,
of most battles and wars,
deep inside the cries,
of political lies,
the dark, broken truths,
supposedly above our roofs,
it kills us,
it knows us,
wonder whether heaven and hell,
are actually the wrong way round,
at least you're surrounded,
up there so holy,
you sit so lonely,
most of you're friends,
meet dark ends,
yes it may help you,
but what if it's miss-heard,
a disaster so absurd,
the first, second,
and maybe the third,
wars of the world,
based on a Holy word,
the world's great disasters,
what type of masters,
would sit back and cast a',
eye down on us,
while terrorists bomb us,
i can't stand it,
never a fan of it,
i'm not a man of it,
i'll keep my hands firmly afar,
when somebody tells me to answer to a glorified star.
To CreateTo create
Ornate details of diamond jewelry
In between the in between
Under the sheets in seats
folding in rows for shows
Of pure innocence
Dividends of little fingers painting
Lines and rhymes
For broken minds and off beat times
With a rush flush of cathartic cuts
And blunts still smoking in the ashtray
Saying look at me
Do you see what I see
In the mirrors lakes and seas
While the audience that audience
Debates coincidence while we watch inflated
Statements where we wait to create
Any little scribble
Dribble or broken line
Like a dot on the page
Broken strings of lost things living or dead
Where do we cross the crucifix
Like the irate rhetoric
Too late past that moment
Each moment we create.
I'm justI'm not a genius
I just remember,
I'm not strong or tough,
I just know how to use my words,
I'm not a comedian,
I just like to have fun.
I'm no one special,
I'm just plain old me.
Ode to TaxidermyTaxidermy, my love of taxidermy
You'd never understand how much you mean to me
To give a life to one that's gone away
Instead to give a new life to live another day
A concept where they can be loved again
In the world of taxidermy, death is no end
A beautiful creature who can still be seen
Taxidermy can only show love, no hate inbetween
I adore the sight of an animal who stands
An animal who gets to stay by the work of human hands
An animal had died and it had no choice
Taxidermy allows it to stand, taxidermy gives them a voice
Why I kissed you last timeI understand it now
One less thing to confuse
I understand it now
Why I kissed you,
The last time I saw you
Not to hold on,
Not to remember,
The "good" times we had
But to remind me
Of how much your lips hurt mine
You killed me
Each time you looked me in the eye
Each time you brushed the hair from my face
Each time you pressed your lips to mine
And each time you smiled when you pulled away
So I kissed you
The last time I'll see you
To remind myself why I let go
Why I couldn't smile or speak around you
Because I love somebody else
Self Made.Self Made.
Research and re-emerge when you have found the answer.
Correct and perfect your craft and become your own master.
Refine your design until it cannot be further enhanced.
Instead of waiting, why not try creating your own chance?
Have the nerve to capture what you so rightly deserve.
Duly take heed but never concede to what you have heard.
Manually harness the tenacity to exceed your limited capacity.
Recognize that progress can either happen instantly or gradually.
Stay humble but don’t let it crumble when things start looking up.
Because those in a position of power are also known to be corrupt.
Remain independent; refrain from complying and relying on others.
But understand that those conceited people also needed loving mothers.
Polish and accomplish your dreams and visualise them into this reality.
Remember that failing is nothing but one of life’s constructive formalities.
So be confident go and see the things you have always wanted to see.
Allow yourself time
SolitudeI prefer to see, but not be seen.
I prefer to hear, but not be heard,
As I hide in the shadows, waiting, for what?
The few who notice my presence are unnerved.
I am a chameleon, my skin ever changing,
Adapting to conceal my true identity.
Who I am now is only shallow, skin deep.
My soul, hidden well, is a mysterious entity.
My eyes, cold, look out at the world.
I see everything, but nothing sees me.
I am merely an observer, tasked with keeping watch.
I am safe in my solitude, and that's how I like it to be.
To Kiss A GhostSlowly the drug pulls down my veins,
Pulling my hand in purpled waters,
Dragging me down into a misty realm,
Of lavender smoke
Landing in a chilled crystal lake,
The ripples lapping against my legs,
I lift my eyes and see someone
A shadow of... someone
He reaches out a hand to me and touches my neck,
With the other, pulls me closer
It was like kissing a ghost,
He was there, and then... he wasn't
I never met his true self,
But I knew him then, and only then
My hair ruffled through his fingers,
Rough and red,
His skin was cool and fading,
I never knew what it was
To love a ghost
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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