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Thursday, April 29, 2010
petal bear
she was an oxymoronic threat, the woman that could never survive.
her fragility, her ferocity, her incapability to wive...
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
the laugh of the medusa
"before women can write they have to discover where their pleasure is located"
- cixous
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
fight or flight
flee flee as fast as you can.
cycle skate ride;
they will only catch you if you falter...
Saturday, April 24, 2010
frost
i want a heart to hold,
i want to rock your soul.
i want a way to want, to need you,
i want your arms in the cold.
disrobed before her eyes
with feathered eyes, the soul hides...
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
if ever...
one day well find each other.
meet on sands where our feet sink and kiss under the seaspray...
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
fall
if she drowns in lake st james, who will find her bones?
Saturday, April 17, 2010
wonderkind mechanics
he thought she was pure but she only knew sin
he opened her heart but only found tin.
Friday, April 16, 2010
below
deep beneath the city that spoke there was a silent lake.
deep beneath the lake, there was desperate life.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
model situation
it took too long, it took a night.
but it was all a ploy. and i was a fool.
it just took too many hours to understand...
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
tug of war
push-pull. push-pull.
but is it the strongest that win?
Monday, April 12, 2010
sunrise writes
in this world, where we live, no one has lips,
im drowning in soundlessness...
where is your kiss?
Sunday, April 11, 2010
trip
just like a regular cinderella but with more sensible footwear...
Saturday, April 10, 2010
contact
her eyes held sorrow, in between;
she was so much older, than, seventeen.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
love
one day you will find your true angel
for i, am a dangerous one.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
burn
it takes no match to give a spark,
its hard to try another heart.
id rather show you in the dark
but then i wont, see when we part.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
she
spirit kisses and tomorrows sorrows.
she was armfuls of deception and they, were waiting to be fooled...
little
and through the woods she crawled with her riding hood so silver
(for it would never be gold)
and she met a woolf
(for another time)
but she finally realised he wasnt worth her time at all...
Thursday, April 1, 2010
mister bones
what you are now, they once were.
what they are now, you will be.
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