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Fusion
Starlight, scientists have stated, Is only glows, heat rays created When two small unseen specks collide, Becoming one. They haven’t lied. For you and I can see the truth That stars are made of pure-breathed youth. Two tiny heartbeats, yours and mine, Merge, unite, and make the stars shine. - Written by Anna Williams at [...]
Continue reading...Let You Go
27. June 2007
Let you go and set you free Free Free to be from me. Let it lie Fly away. Forever more See the day Close the door. Forget the way I cling to you. Forget the love I bring to you. Happy happy you and me? Let you go and let you be Happy happy you [...]
Continue reading...Blue Balloons
21. June 2007
Into the captivity of your heart, We let our blue balloons depart; Into the twilight of the sky. Into the night. Where our shadows still fly. Three years later, too far from the sea, Having escaped, having broke free, No longer a lone poet, surrounded by boors, I felt a lone virgin, surrounded by whores. [...]
Continue reading...Slavia
16. June 2007
My stomach burns With the quaking tide, When you play with my toes, When you tickle my pride. Take me away To your far away land, Buried like dust In the prints of your hand, Where your smile doesn’t crack, And fade, Before the hours Draw into days. I lay in the bed Of a [...]
Continue reading...I Slept in Beauty, Then Awoke
16. June 2007
I slept in beauty — and awoke. Then ugliness was mine. That morning, yet, the wall between My sleep and hellish wake was broke And through a crack did shine What peaceful, dormant eyes had seen: A light just bright enough to show Into this waking place: A dream we call reality, Not bright enough [...]
Continue reading...Untouched
6. December 2006
Untouched, unfelt, unheard, unseen, Unlived, unlearned, unloved, unbeen, I’ve wandered lonely in the night. I’ve felt my footsteps turn in fright. I’ve cried out singing, to the stars. I’ve felt the light that beauty mars. Reddened rainbows in the sun Meant my worlds, and yet, not one. Shattered dreams about my feet; Shattered dreams incomplete. [...]
Continue reading...Junkyard
6. December 2006
Flourescent Snake’s coil. Iridescent Spot of oil. Broken mirror’s Flash and glare; Rotten smell Demon’s lair. Yesterday’s memories Smashed and broken, These things Have Spoken. Bent cars No longer speed Down roads, Past trees. Broken vase Held flowers; No longer Holds power. Car seat On its side, On which children Used to ride. Now these [...]
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31. July 2007
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