

Sink.I am a sinking ship. Waves crash over me and an ocean drags me down. Delicate ankles swatched in nylons Point towards my waiting bed. They do not kick. Swift wrists and long fingers float above, trailing ten streams of bubbles That tell of my mortality. Soft curls unwind in water and drift above, Medusa's snakes battling for air. It is getting dark now, and my lungs pulsate, Grasping for what they cannot have. I swallow water, a salty taste I have never liked. My toes touch soft sand and nestle in. They do not kick. They do not kiSink.


I ask for words.I ask for words, Three little words that means so much. If you could just say them out loud, Just once, I could cling to them, Catch them as they curled out of your mouth like smoke from the cigarettes you are addicted tom As I am addicted to you. But I shall not ask you to speak them, For fear of pushing our world too far. Instead I will whisper to you in your sleep, And tell you through songs that remind me of you. I will stroke your hair and sigh in quiet moments, Place a hand on your tattooed heart and feel it beat, Telling me what you cannot. I will catchI ask for words.


Self Destruct.I sometimes wonder, how long this could last. How long till this smile will fade from my face again, Till I am in that place again.Self Destruct.
I still dream, Though lately I have been riddled with nightmares. Inside my mind voices haunt me and break down. My sleep time destruction has begun again.
There are walls still, I become quiet and withdrawn, Drowning in my thoughts. They tick over and bricks build.
My walls are solid still. I am strong and do not crumble anymore. I have perfected the art of the facade. But you will know, when the fear co


Letting go.When I think of you, I close my eyes. I am naked, You see beneath my skin, Tearing little holes of indemnity through me, It does not matter what I do, For you know me, you know me.Letting go.
I dream you think of me. I bite bloody lips and singe flesh, Remembering. It is an accent an echo a stumble into a tumble of clothes falling off and into disarray. I once believed it was meant to be, We are disarray. I still believe. We are that echo.
You count the scars upon my skin, I let you in. We count together, lines and marks and sto


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I do not own very many soft departures.
Those belong to everyone else.
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Once, a vegan princess said to the world, in large eighteen sized font: I washed that mud off my dress. I wasn't sober when I fell


Spring PatchworkFloral spectacles and flourishing intricacies Cross stitching longer days in between April showers Another day risen, less sleep and more tiredSpring Patchwork
Facial reading in a moral maze bound to a branch Clouds silkily going over everything A man with a woman’s brain unravelling downstream
Floriferous camouflage soaking up pearls, blood and tears Cross stitching longer days in between April showers Clouds silkily going over everything A growing force dancing, baked cakes and fresh smells
Warmly loose and bonded with feathers, blossom and grass
Reluctance seeping thro
Devious Comments
Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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Showna was here.
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Showna was here.
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my photography =piratephotography
my poetry *iheartpirates
my stock ~closemyeyes-stock
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Showna was here.
I will do my best to come by again soon and have a look-see, as for right now I am always far too busy working to do much of anything else.
Yes. Have a gooder!
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"They call me a poet,
I wonder what they would say if
they saw me
from the inside?" -Saul Williams
~Jenn
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In case you havent heard, we are revitalizing the club. Wed love to have your ideas about what you think the club should become!
Hope all is going well!
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The most rewarding quest is the search for things that cannot be.
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Because baby when you know what love is,
you realise you can never let it go.
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I don't notice you when you are here as much as I miss you when you aren't.
Thankyou VERY much for the fave!
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Broken memories will pass with time,
And broken dreams will surely die.
You told me you loved me,
And I told you I loved you too...
I clasped your hand in mine,
And we lay silent...
But I knew it would end...
And you did too...
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