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I'm too old to be playing these games, and too easily amused not to. 25 and nothing but trouble. If somebody really wants to know something about me they'll ask. Feel free to pm me.

Poetry is a passion of mine. Anything you find on this page is my work; so please let me know what you think! I'll have poems scattered about here and they'll probably change from time to time. 3nodding whee

***The Best is at the Bottom***
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ShiMusume Report | 12/08/2010 11:14 am: Nice avatar and username.
Mikeera_Vio Report | 12/08/2010 2:44 am: Wow I love what you've done to your profile and your ava. As always I'm a fan of your ability with words ^.^ You're amazing! *hugs* LOVE YOU SIS!
Danz Furacao Report | 11/25/2010 11:15 pm: whoaaa.. nice avi.. ty for picked me as winner. hav a nice day
young sexy loves to party Report | 11/12/2010 12:44 pm: ur welcome, thanks love ur profile too! smile
Twiggy Ramirezz Report | 10/12/2010 7:40 pm: Thank you. The cat says I ignore him too much. He's really on my NERVES. I tell him to get off my head... he won't listen. mrgreen
Phil Macoc Report | 10/12/2010 10:10 am: thanks, like your's too
Ghost Rider 888 Report | 10/01/2010 9:02 pm: It's the "Deemon Bike" configuration of the "Gimpi" potion item, found in market for ~ 200k smile
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devils beetch 4-11 Report | 09/25/2010 7:20 pm: lol thanks and being evil isnt a bad thing. i like being evil! whee lol
devils beetch 4-11 Report | 09/24/2010 4:55 pm: whee thanks so much for my squirly!!!!!! blaugh lol *hugsles* xd
Nagira Akisa Report | 09/08/2010 2:01 am: Thx for buying! ^^

For My Muse...

Oh gentle, flowing muse bound in beauty
Bereft of voice and verse, I mourn your hymn
Your silence proves I've disgraced my duty
Too early, too early we dread the dawning dim

Tho your heart aches, for what I do not know
In secrets' shadows, anguish comes to live
Stilled above, your sorrow cuts you deep below
And we long to learn if memories forgive

But I here your song, berceuse to my soul
Ever-present that peace you found in me,
So I sing to soothe, to make your spirit whole
I listen with hope, for solace to free

That we may sing the sunrise into heaven
and cherish the allure of life we're given

Closet Candy

As she drifts off to sleep, watching
her closet creeps in slipping shadows,
Mutates in the queasy stagger of dreams,
a reliquary for childhood memories
Kept under lock and key by a time warn thief,
contents vandalized and abandoned,
Stranded between flesh inflicted ignominy,
vile, bile flavored phobic revulsion
and that dissociative confusion,
That year's later leaves her playing
with the first and third person in context
retreating from reality to grant her story
to some imagined other, so eventually
when her eye's fall closed and her closet
sneaks up to eat her, it's not consuming her but me

Dal Niente

Rest, peace among the trees

Flighty eyes still half dreaming
Three-thirty stutters, four a.m flutters

Alight upon starry-eyed cheeks
In the dawning warbles and tweets,
yawning on the morning breeze

Whispers of life-
swimming in the preludes of morn,
Pooling together
in that sapphire dayspring

So that I may wake
or lie in wait,
Listening to Great Mother's voice
as the darkness feigns to linger

A Lost Scent

Long before autumn embellishes trees-
Encompassing and beset with wildfire;
'Fore the wind drinks in that wintry breeze,
before the leaves and ladybugs retire

Whilst lovers tread those summer-warn ways,
Down paths and toward wooded embrasures;
While that precocious evening falls in haste
and the sun sings, mounting fallen measures

Here, in that breath before autumn descends,
Before the Earth ever knows she needs rest;
The incense of burning foliage transcends,
a hushed impression of autumns request

That twilight reverie of seasons close;
A scent, lost on lovers in soft repose

Edible Ideas

I don't think.
Not outside the box
or within,
But the box thinks
outside of me, for me

Implanting
messages in my beheading,
Little bits of cardboard chips
swimming in dead-brain
gray-matter stew,

Twitching
like little dancing shrimp,
Still kicking as I eat them,
Re-digest and feed them
to you all

Just some sadistic chick,
regurgitating reality
and spewing for her siblings

___________________________

The clock winking, each lid kissed
With a scrawling tattoo of

3:47 3:47 3:47...
Till it turns
*
*
I mimic
Switching sides
Pulling away from time
Blinking back tear-laden dreams
___________________________

Everything rots, no evasion
It's staring back at me

Paradise of Fools

And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy dark eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams--
~Edgar Allen Poe, "To one in Paradise"

Ravished by that fickle thief,
Who cares not what he takes,
Risen from that pillaged reif,
Across my vision breaks;

Her smile chiseled cold in death,
Contour - a kindled glow,
Hounds me now with shudd'ring breath,
The time but apropos;

That beguiling spirits rise,
Infused in flesh to rot,
And her wilting voice implies,
My soul is all but caught,

With a kiss bestowed gently,
Ice aflutter on my cheek,
Pulled to her breast intently,
My flesh begins to reek,

With dalliance in decay,
We waltz toward spaded plots,
Swirling sorrows kept at bay,
My nerves now riven slots;

Necrotic wounds eat away,
That beauty once beheld,
Maggots writhe in disarray,
Unto the grave compelled;

By cordial hands pulling tight,
Down loamy paradise,
Mislead- feinting face alight,
By this demons swarthy vice;

And longing knows no bounds,
Friendship drawn hereafter,
From these desecrated grounds,
Plangent with her laughter