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Autumn WhispsAutumn comes with secrets in her hair, Auburn splendors and azure skies, Calling with windy I love you'sAutumn Whisps
To star glazed chill, Reminding us how death can be beautiful.
by ~VetchVespers
The Waking WillowWillow trees that dream at dusk Perched beside the river’s brink May hang their heavy branches down Resting where the shadows slink.The Waking Willow
Weary from the wearing world But born to bare it, though they sink Into the mire round their roots And still, with thirst they deeply drink
From waters formed ‘pon mountains high And droplets formed from weeping skies That watch below the whole earth die Swallowed softly in its lies.
Just like the mire round the roots, From which a willow tree must rise, Man’s world spreads forth its hungry hiv
by ~VetchVespers
Mr. HookHe waits inside and watches from the windows Black hole eyed and full of grinning teeth, A smile he's saved for when you come to find him When you choose to look at what's beneath.Mr. Hook
He's never had the pleasure of a first name But thinks it would be lovely to have yours He sits and thinks and waits in patient silence And dreams of when you'll open up your doors
He's always been there sitting in the shadows Hook in hand and ready to obey Whatever orders you would choose to give him,
If only you will give him leave to stay.
by ~VetchVespers
Devil's BrewBlack and foul, With steaming taint, The liquid in my mugDevil's Brew
Offends me much. It's taste is such It brings to mind a slug
Whose slimy trail Does now entail To gather at my lips.
It makes me ill,
This swirling swill I drink with grueling sips,
This fetid funk This juice of skunk That doth insult my tongue.
A troll's pit sweat Or closer yet The essence of dog dung
Or toxic waste Would better taste Than this revolting brew,
And yet, alas, I'm such an ass.
T
by ~VetchVespers
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Sonnet XVII will not weep for the lost serenade Or the blaze of the tumbling thunder Or reach for the arms of a renegade Though I ache for the lust of deep slumber, Or sigh at the song of the nightingale As the tide of the moon draws me nearer The romance of passion has waxed stale And the stains in your eyes now burn clearer. Solemn oaths sworn in trysts have no meaning Save for stunned worship of stars in the sky- I refuse to be roused by false feeling Now the bright sun which you vowed by has died. You were no more than a skipping shadow Eclipsing true love's everlasting gSonnet XVI
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Coffee Ring PortalsI wonder what jigsaw pieces remain, I wonder if the textures remember me, rememberCoffee Ring Portals
my blazing trail, cometesque, through dead-air white fog, that hadn’t been disturbed by a Darwinism just yet.
My tail burns a maze, burns in your retina, a perfect neon wand that winks from the kind of dark that is too small or too vast to tell
And I know
I clatter like wind-chimes in a hailstorm as I crumble like the tower in my tarot card pack.
Despite
the indigo ruin of fade, I see the rigmarole of life
i
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- Current Residence: a crappy apt. with a good view
- Interests: interesting things
- Favourite band or musician: No single favorite, but if I had to risk torture and dismemberment I would still listen too:
- Favourite genre of music: Joni Mitchell, Janis Joplin, Pink Floyd, Tool, APC, My Brightest Diamond, Type O -, Tori Amos, Muse,
- Favourite artist: ...Gorillaz, and Medieval Baebes (b/c I like to twirl)
- Favourite poet or writer: lately Sylvia Plath
- Shell of choice: burnt out shell :-)
- Favourite game: Ico...I want to marry it. (Polygamy's okay with inanimate objects)
- Favourite cartoon character: Dr. McNinja (comic technically)
- Personal Quote: My mind is made of cats that run in every direction.
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