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glass we're molten glass glowing,glass by ~MagpieProphet
all shades of sunset are painted by our heat.
we're two icicles twisting, ornate, intertwined,
but softened by christmas lights flickering behind.
we can fend any cold, when like gold thread
we tie together in your sweet backseat.
this is the winter of our confection,
as if the connection between us was a candy bracelet
i know it's sick, but it's that sweet:
the sand was sugar that made this glass.
Untitled 8 i listened for humanityUntitled 8 by ~MagpieProphet
in the telephone hiss of breath,
eagerly awaiting
your yawning kiss of death.
now i close the space between us
on the suffocating loveseat,
on your low bed with music playing.
breathe--
breathe-
press against and bury in your shoulder
lips to neck to lips to
breathe,
breathe.
our lives pass
from one mouth to the other,
like they just can't decide.
and i wish
there was one body for us both.
Dave Stops by After Work I am fresh-from-the-showerDave Stops by After Work by ~MagpieProphet
and cold. You're red in a work shirt,
and smelling like smoke.
The porch is sparkling and swirling
with festivity my parents sowed,
but I feel dull and ugly
as the blank house down the street
with soulless owners that won't adorn.
But gifts come from you like the subtle rain
on our faces. You say it's fine.
I know you're mine.
Tribe supremacy Ultra-safe, Ultrasound,Tribe supremacy by ~Phasmidance
Keep your eardrums on the ground,
Beat the skins, beat your breast,
Enslave the Queen and kill the rest
And here's a little Whisper
For the souls on Other frequencies
The ones who can speak volumes in Bass
And here's a feeble War-cry
For the soldiers in the trenches
Where "Agree to Disagree" just has no place
While the General Consensus
Is a vote of Tribe Supremacy
We're smearing on our War paint
At the slightest Murmur of Heresy
And those who speak in Other Tongues
Who breathe in OUR Air with THEIR Lungs
They Steal Our Women, invade our schools,
Taint our water and bend our rules
So here's a
Sta.sh
I found a piece of writing that I started a while ago that was inspired by you. I started working on it tonight and it was nice.
Yeah....I'll stop being a creep now. Honest.
Cheers,
Molly
--
you will become an element
of our ascension
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"adjectives are like teddy bears and puppies.
phrases are like amazonian andacondas."
--my english teacher
--
Since when are the first line and the last line of any poem where the poem begins and ends?
~BlueAeroplane
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-Kesh, the coffee addict.
Thanks for popping by my page.
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Somebody set us up the bomb.
~ceepee - your friendly neighbourhood hobbit-furby-thing.