AlisonIt was not that she disapproved of forms relished in the nude, rather that her flesh, when revealed begged to be re-concealed; thus, burlap became her dress style. Regardless the critics' bile, she found comfort and ease of care outweighed a form-fitting fashion affair. Pants stretched wide; shirts hung low tragedy should those fingertips show! Laces forever tucked beneath unrolled cuff & gait that left permanent floor-scuff -- as though nonchalance were a brand name clamoring for street-punk acclaim, she wore baggy-ripped-patched up like models do MabelAlison
Soul DestitutionFrom wounded howls I came shrieking while Earth pulled, in soul-destitution I'm lain that beauty should be culled --Soul Destitution
atom by atom removed from a lack-luster frame, the rending, each time, improved while zombie hope is slain
again and again and again till her limbs number thousands and the weary linemen find more important errands,
and I, wading through the debris of a million wishes strewn, with a practiced sense of apathy shall gather segments of my boon
of realities revealed at last far too late, far too sweet &n
Song of the FirmanentThe last time I truly needed –Song of the Firmanent
The thunder broke through and I stood, Soaked, staring at the grey-plum sky Light up with branches of incandescent energy That flowed through the ground, my feet, my body Lighting my eyes that rained with the heavens
And I ran feral, through the open field, dear cat at my side And we played.
We chased and pounced and dashed with the precious, extraordinary energy pulsing through my frame so madly that it felt like life itself realised its inhabitance of this body
I played (So freely it was dancing) for
The Season CycleI - PyreThe Season Cycle
It is getting cold these days. The limbs are running shy on leaves.
Late dawn unveils a crisp world. Curling shreds of trees mound on the earth, shattering under our feet.
I should be in a sweater, or inside, warm in fleece folds, or outside, raking up the
beautiful carcasses.
So many incarnate flames pool around my stoop, then fade to brown, or dust, or both.
II - Ashes
Everything that lived is worn from a year of exuberance.
The colo
some something sometimedon't get me wrongsome something sometime
I am not who I say you are
I am sick and don't feel the drugs like I used to
I am older and sleep in positions that say terrible things about me
and I (no precious light) I bleed the same shade every spring
just to reap to lay to rest come the summer
but you!
you close those backlit eyes upon first sight of falling snow
you burn bright & sharp somewhere inside
yes I h
Thank you very much for the
Have a lovely day~
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(Don't forget to think)
ps. hi
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Don't blame me.
I'm just here for the cookies.
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I have learned that even land-locked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men. -- Death Cab for Cutie
I like to eat for breakfast
hiakus with cold milk
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Don't blame me.
I'm just here for the cookies.
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Positive Affirmation: [link]
The Crown's Jewel
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I have learned that even land-locked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men. -- Death Cab for Cutie
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Not For Sale: Fighting Human Slavery
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*DailyLitDeviations | *Critique-It | =TheContestClub | *DailyDeviants
Not For Sale: Fighting Human Slavery
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I have learned that even land-locked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men. -- Death Cab for Cutie
xo!
shane
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an antique arms and armor expert
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