So...I go along my merry way elsewhere, but it is handy to have a place to keep track of my growth.
Hence... if you watch me, you'll probably be disappointed.
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Collection of mushy poems.I've been writing these little lovey poems on random scraps of paper for the past month or so, and finally pulled a bunch of them together. So...Collection of mushy poems.
I. I am entangled in you Eyes fluttering We kiss, unmarred as I trace the lines in your hand
II. I am waking up into a dream. Everything I knew, That girl behind the bars and twisted sheets She was just an understatement.
III. I could say When we lay together And my breathing falls into yours The whole world breathes with us.
And when you tell me I'm beautiful I am
by ~sifran-de-couernoire
Work in progress. Scrap?I'm terrified of you, Heart wrenching madman Wearing my mind in endless circles. I fret every time you come near, Knowing it will be more painful than the last. I'd like to say in short that I loath you, That I'm tired of playing your silly little game Emerging with wounds to nurse and lame legs. Every time you do this to me, Paralyzing my senses. I chase you into cobwebs where you crumble You villainous spiteful thing, Coy creature, eluding my traps.Work in progress. Scrap?
by ~sifran-de-couernoire
Tribute to a discarded trowelJudas! They call me, the betrayer of men A heretic, a heathen, a whore. I am no traitor! I plead. I even now the serpentine coils are descending. My words were weak and wanton and the path I chose was wanting. But you, you meant to bury your crimes in my wounds and bid me sumit to your brand: Coward. But I was not meant to tread here, nor content in my Creator to suffer the persecutionTribute to a discarded trowel
of this too too sullied flesh. So I fled, on bloodied soles into such burning redemption
as might stave off the final fatal chill. I, I am forsaken huddling
by ~sifran-de-couernoire
Institution style 2Capturing the world with your pen A heart around your wrist You act like such a teen, Insolent and preening Squirreling away your money But always a smile. I love it when you pretend to play piano, Fingers dancing wildly in discord Your small eyes beaming in owl frames. But such a wicked tongue To cut down the nurses, midstride. You've been here for months, The queen of the ward. My one constant, Watching me with a glint while I write about you.Institution style 2
by ~sifran-de-couernoire
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- Current Residence: Electric Lady Land
- Interests: Performing arts, poetry, naval architecture, automobiles, and cheese
- Favourite movie: Movies of the month: Fight Club, Pulp Fiction, RHPS
- Favourite band or musician: The Chieftains, presently.
- Favourite genre of music: Jazz, Celtic, Classic Rock
- Favourite artist: Thor Harris
- Favourite poet or writer: Rumi, Bukowski, K. Trampus
- Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams; Kris Trampus
- Operating System: Linux
- Favourite game: Traditional: Risk PC: Pirates
- Favourite cartoon character: Benny
- Personal Quote: Life without art is barren. (Life without cheese is worthless)
- Tools of the Trade: Mixed mediums make learning fun!
- Email: barbaryloki@yahoo.com
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Wow, in comparison to you I have diddly squat.
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Dance as though no one is watching
Sing as though no one is listening
Love as though you've never been hurt before
Live like its heaven on earth
I'll let you know when I try and roll into town after finals, if your still around T-Town that is
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- Sarah
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- Sarah
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