For MariI lay in a bed of words. They crawl and slither All over me, writhing Leaving their mark Like sweet gentle kisses Laid upon my skin.For Mari
Squirming against me As I against them, Against their movements As they probe and probe Every little part of me Covering me like a blanket.
I’ve died a thousand deaths, Little tiny syllabic deaths, Crying into the sky And still they prod Venturing, entering Everywhere do they crawl.
These glorious creatures Of beauty penetrating Deep into me, seeking My heart, my soul
DeadThere they were.Dead
Laid across the tables, porcelain white dolls sharing the same beauteous face. Like honey in a honeycomb they lay there, row upon row throughout the whole wall. Displayed like priceless dolls, blinding white in their individual showcase; an open casket before the burial for one last look at one unreal and unreachable. They lay there, positioned in exactly the same way, still – a corpse – on their back and eyes wide open. Not a hint of emotion in their eyes except a glassy reflective state, like tears had glazed over their eyes in all the sadness that they felt. &n
CarouselIn the grey shadows, along the edges I stand, looking into the distance, I see: towering walls – grey marble Black granite, high above the headsCarousel
Crossing my arms, I lean back Knowing full well the bleak walls Will catch me in their embrace There I watch, waiting silently.
The carousel spins and turns. The strains of music mechanical Filling the air, as dancing bears Galloping deers, unicorns and Teddy bears, bob up and Down, up and down, up And down; score old children Laughing gleefully on the Children’s carousel within the box. &nbs
A Stolen KissUpon the silken bed of grass she lay Slumbering at the crook of a tree A peaceful look upon her nymphette face Hair cast about her face A halo’s glow. Although she slept Her smile called to me Mouthing my name Calling silently Beckoning me forth One step, two step Closing the gap. Cherry red lips Moist like tears at wake Soft like a last breath A stirring movement Soft sighings Tugging at my heartstrings Bending down Over her Gazing lovingly I know her not Kiss me Cherry red lips Kiss me Moist rA Stolen Kiss
Memories in A MinorDo you remember that Christmas morning when Santa brought me my very first piano?Memories in A Minor
"Now this is a miniature piano Christina." you said to me. It was really a keyboard. You put in the batteries, turned it on, and handed it over to me. You sat on the couch, waiting eagerly. I know you expected something beautiful. A child prodigy yourself, how could you not? You expected flawless melodies to echo throughout the house the minute my tiny little hands came in contact with those plastic keys. I was your daughter, it was expected, but...
I sat down with the keyboard on my lap and banged my fists on the keys. I watched you wi
Thank you for adding me to your watch list. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get around to visiting your page; perhaps you could point me to the two pieces of yours that you consider to be your best, and I'll take a little look at them.
Regards,
James
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Atlas Shrugged
Ayn Rand
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But while we are here, we might as well dance....."
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the shutter clicks, the flash goes off, and there..you've stopped time..
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