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your giggles are foolish and charming
poisonous like a flu in black
and white winters
spreading like a plague that
none can resist
especially not me and my
weak sense of love.
the faint aroma of red wine
lingers around your mouth and
breath and i briefly wonder why
it is called red and not crimson deep purple
or perhaps even bordeaux red
i am a poet
i am a writer
but this consistent love
i can not express on paper
knowledge is relentless and i
know that this is far from the borders
what is this feeling without
the bleakest white distinction
Colourless lovers hymnslowly,
carefully but graciously, i carved the words on your skin that belong to disembarked sentences, that in their turn, hold a notwithstanding meaning in silent prayers that reverberate through empty church halls. with knives i would create thin, invisible lines so the story will flow right along the curves of your silky, tanned skin, round the muscles on your back where solar radiation is gently caressing through the open house.
razorblades i would use to swirl and dance with the ends of g's and y's, but only with them, only with those. the p would remain static and preposterous like a fool on the corner of idiot and love. j's w
Temple of ardent dreamsmy dearest,
you don't know me, but my heart knows you. you may not know yourself, but my heart knows you.
with you charismatic soul and deitily blessed body, it was not hard for me at all, to fall before you and let my heart be conquered by a simple smile in the other direction. i am merely a figure along the line, the hitchhiker on the ill-lightened highway where drivers crash their cars. yet poetry told me that at least i am there and in your presence, like Juliet blossomed with her Romeo and withered when he died.
whether or not i live wrapped in false cloaks and imploded particles of a collection of wa
History of monstermindsi.
i used carbon boxes with his face imprinted on in black and white to hurt myself. he stared at me as if knowing what i was doing to him and to myself. how could he; his face decorated streetlights throughout town and in dark places they called his name. perhaps he was just like Susie Salmon and the neighbour across the street threw his rotting lifeless remains in a hole in the earth. swallowed, just like that. justice was served to him on a golden Spartan plate but i'll keep waiting for Sunday and witness his face burning in the flames of the sun. for the sun erupts on Sunday, spewing plasma, a highly ionized gas with positive ions and el
On black and white imageryi threw paper boats right outside my window
made them float in the air for hours before the sun turned them into crumbled memories
newspaper-ink will slowly diminish until the dates have been tumbled together like
goldfish in round crystal bowls
i beg of you
forget me gently,
missed that bus that was supposed to take me to the corner of sixth and vine
where i would interlace my eyes with signs of beauty and perfection true love they say
yet time stopped ticking and i was thrown upon the wisdom of aging
and i died my hair blonde
i beg of you
forget me gently,
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More