Muse anyone?Cheers,
Tristan Welsh
PiercedPiercedPierced
Rinse your antiseptic hands in the alcohol, warm your fingers over the open wound, sing your song with the silk, through the sinews.
Sew up those whom tomorrow we will honor in today’s statues; piece together anatomy piece by piece with precision, drink long draughts to forget yesterday’s incisions.
Laud your laughter, as it shields your core, protect your brittle nerves from battery and battle, save for us those whom we will honor in tomorrows statues.
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It won’t kill you, but it will kill you; leave you dead from the inside out. Like a spring cocoon - after the soul has gone; a husk of fashion, fashioned after facetiousness.
It might not burn you, but it will scald you, leaving the devil’s mark for all to see. Uncomely to view, a never tolerable trait – from the outside in, less so from the inside out.
For those few whom sight permits, it may be a privilege, it’s certainly a curse.
Wistful Warning- Wistful Warning -Wistful Warning
The glitter of a gaudy gown, wrapped around her voluptuous form, wearing a frown. Sitting alone in her empty room, hand over the young fetus in her young womb.
Sixteen summers she lived as a child; decisions left, like sweet strawberries, to grow wild. Now she’s eating and dreaming for two, wondering if the boy who asked her to prom will come through.
He’s the reason for her condition, his idea for the latex protection to be an omission - from their first night in the same bed. Though she’d not stopped him as
Blood on the MoonBlood on the MoonBlood on the Moon
The last time she saw a lunar eclipse; she stood in the middle of a tree-lined street with head tilted back and arms outstretched- she'd never seen a moon like this before.
The blood on the moon as she recalled was from the sun's rays passing through
the earth's thick atmospheric veil, and she danced in total awe of its red hue.
Now, here she was years later and grown,
lying prone across the hood of his car,
shimmering and naked on a beach towel while the vehicle's host, in a tux, stood near.
He looked bemused, more i
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Hungry faces creak Hungry smiles Hungry lives stretch Hungry miles
Hungry men bend the Hungry sooth Hungry minds seek Hungry truths
Hungry souls look to Hungry skies Hungry saints spew Hungry lies
Hungry spirits serve Hungry bread Hungry mouths stay Hungry
JumpPoints of light flutter by, stretching into long lines, curving, pinwheeling, blossoming into beautiful, complex fractals and disappearing beyond my view. The universe extending through a pinhole, a cascade rushing past my still body towards oblivion, as seen through a veil of melted glass or the plume of hazy air over asphalt on a hot day. A face; one I barely recognize, distorted and blurred, encroaching on the edges of my vision. Delicate features ripped asunder by a warped video of reality slipping by at 20x speed. Someone has spilt coffee on the player, I assure myself; the face is merely a lonely stain on the tape. A brownish caffeine sJump
i'm here to thank you for adding me to your watch list. i hope you'll come visit and find an overstuffed chair to sit in and read some of my works.
Meantime... it's nice to meet you.
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玉
I certainly will be reading some of your poetry and thank you very much for the very courteous welcome. It's nice to meet you too.
"Blood on the Moon" [link]
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玉
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Be inspired: *simplypoetry and *simplyprose.
Good luck with the move (may your breakables stay in one piece)!
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