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| Of love, and sacrifice Sacrificial flame danced in her head Her lover torn Her lover left Her lover gone Sacrificed Wreaths of white floated above her head Her soul mended Her soul whole Her soul peace Sacrificing A bullet lodged in her head Her love dead Her soul dead Her lover dead Sacrifice - Qihong Bao, odd… |
| Gift: The greatest gift god gave godsend Is the martyrdom myriad of misconnected mortality. For if we died dead death dreaded drowned In our sadness sleepy soporific saprophony Of rotting rolling rusted ruined roulette Then be it here hiding or hidden human humbleness Lost. - Qihong Bao, another weird one. |
| The Scarlett Letter A letter to you Raging fire of my icy soul What shall I say That I could not say With a single kiss With a single embrace With a single brush of your hair And see As the summer breeze drives Wisps of your hair Strands of your eyelashes And hear Your seductive voices Calling me Names Names Name Mine Your's Ours No letter would suffice Not the blooded parchments Of a thousand kings Would hold a shadow To just one kiss Your's Only if you could kiss me Only if you knew my love Only if you knew my existence Then to hell with words But until then Here is a letter Of a single name Mine Sealed With a scarlet kiss From my lips To yours. - My first attempt at love poetry |
| Life Springs amidst death Light Springs amidst shadows But love Whence dost it spring? From The syringe of forgiveness Through The needle that is pain |
| Gatsby's Grief Nonchalance Carefree and not a word there spoken but the silent beating of your heart Impassionate Impartial Do you see me? With loath? With joy? With love? How can I know? When your face When your lips When your eyes Convey nothing but nonchalance? But I know For By looking at me By staring at me By turning your attention towards me Every hour Every minute Every second Does it matter what you think of me? Does it matter if you show nothing? Does it matter if you veil that fire Which burns inside you With passion With longing With love As long as you know I'm alive I am content. - fourth attempt |
| Audubon's Prize Painting of the crimson mockingbird Blithe Majestically gliding limb to limb wingspan to wingspan Liberty But locked In oil In laquer Forever bound A sin to kill but a pleasure to capture - Hey look! Literature allusion!!! |
| Firefly No tears Just the addling of my eyelids No regrets Just the somber repose of your heart No sorrow Just the open acceptance of your death To me. Tears? Who needs tears? Who needs regret? Who needs sorrow? You. Dost a firefly fly envy the might of a sun? Are you jealous? Of my freedom? The only word there spoken Was this word Was this mantra Was this farewell Good Bye, Cherrio, and Godspeed. -Li, upon the farewell of Daek. |
| Wasn't it you Wasn't it you who painted the livid imagery in my head Wasn't it you who I first embraced that day Wasn't it you who I first cajoed with honey words Wasn't it you who I first danced with that day Wasn't it you who I first railed my chest close Wasn't it you who I first gave that succulent kiss of the succubi that sweet kiss when I pulled your lips close closer touching to mine and Wasn't it your lips no Wasn't it your fangs that dug deep into my flesh that began that commenced the death of my innocence -Saltine crackers. Definitely. |
| A friend emailed me the code. This gadget is crazy. Try it. (I'm cancer) brithdate is 7/19/85 Did you know that horoscopes are more popular than 8 balls in american superstition? |
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