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| The cosmos dance upon your skin
The sun burns eternal in your eyes
Within your finger I feel the coolness of the remote moon.
Slowly you enter my orbit
With all the greatness of the universe
And the black hole of my soul
Will destroy us both.
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| My heart is an endless hall
Filled with an infinite number of doors
All of which are locked
but I have not the key.
It lays high above me
Upon a crystal table
And none of the cakes have made me taller
Instead I feel myself growing smaller.
And the caterpillar stays by my side
Spouting strange riddles
That have no plausible answers.
My mind is tea table
Set for two
But I am not invited to the party.
My life is nothing more
Than a little girls day dream
But I am not the dreamer,
Just the figment.
- - -
What happened to us?
Where did all our promise go
What changed our lives.
Who is we?
I am we.
Why should my dreams shatter.
Why should I tire
I have my whole life to tire
Now all I desire to lay my head down and sleep
Sleep away eternity.
Sleep away my problems
Sleep away my tired heart.
What happened to me?
Where did all my promise go?
What changed in me?
Where did I go...
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Darling, I listen
to the rhythmic beating of your heart
and the softness of your breath.
Darling, I listen
to the words that flood
from your mouth into my mind.
Darling, I listen
for your footsteps on the step
and your key in the door.
Darling, I listen
For any trace you
In the lonely hours away from you.
Darling, I listen
Darling, I hear.
Dearest Darling.
I love.
*"Darling, I listen" comes from Annie Rice's Memnoch the Devil.
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| Attention Attention - The Academy Is...
Memories are overrated. They take you back and away. Away from today and that is something I never want to do. Today is filled with too much to be ignored for unchangeable words and acts long since pasted. People in general are too focused about worrying what they said to other the day before or even ten years before. But for the sake of my story I will turn my ever churning mind into my dark and dense past. A past that, and please forgive me, I can not really remember. Bits and pieces of my history come to me like leaves floating in the breeze. So now we turn the clock back. And change the song...
Something I've been playing around with for a very long time.
Writing a story in short snips
with songs to correspond. Kinda.
I'd forgotten about it for a while
But then I read Impulse by Hopkins
and now its hit me again.
and so now i toy with it again.
But maybe make the chapters in verses.
Like a song
and like a poem
I'm better at poems than stories.
So I'm thinking it'll be broken up like this:
Memories are overrated.
They take you back and away.
Away from today
And that is something I never want to do.
Today is filled with too much to be ignored
for unchangeable words and acts long since pasted.
People in general are too focused about worrying
what they said to other the day before
or even ten years before.
But for the sake of my story I will turn my ever churning mind
into my dark and dense past.
A past that,
and please forgive me,
I can not really remember.
Bits and pieces of my history come to me
like leaves floating in the breeze.
So now we turn the clock back.
And change the song...
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| a girl called della.
just a simple girl
a sometimes sad and lonely girl.
who dances in the rain
and captures souls daily.
a girl called della.
just a complex girl
a sometimes blithe and beastly girl.
whose mouth hardly works
and turns out a comely turn of phrase.
a girl called della.
just a stupid girl.
a sometimes hopeful and dreamy girl.
who walks in wonderland
and believes in magic.
a girl called della.
just a girl.
a simple girl.
a complex girl.
a stupid girl.
just a girl.
a girl called della.
- - - it glows from the shine of dozens of colors
colors of hope and love
colors of forgiving and forgetting
its blooms beautiful on its branches
when dead and fallen
break into tiny shards
its ice shines like silver
its tip is covered by stars
it base hidden in bright packages
the tree of Christmas
hide the joys inside its fragrant branches
awaiting the eager hands of children
to let its self be tossed from its shine
every year it returns
to have its offerings destroyed
but in its demise
we gain our new hearts
like the skins of snakes
our years are left behind
with the Christmas trees on our dirty curbs.
- - -
im ready for the magic
to breathe love into my heart
im ready for the magic
to bring joy to my life
im ready for clouds
to fade away
im ready for the spring to come
and chase all this gloom away.
im ready for the magic
of a simple how do you dearest
im ready for light
to shine and show the jewels hidden in my heart
im ready for the glitter
to gleam in my eyes
and i am ready to hold a smile in my hands
to give to you
like my heart.
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theres something very strange about the ways the years can change you
how the air is a little cleaner
the streets a little less intimidating
it amazing how the words you heard before
sound like new
how the people who you knew before
its amazing how they have changed right before your eyes
or maybe not at all
its strange how we grow
and how we learn
to love
to accept
and to forgive
to move on
to live and let live
how the people you trusted most
soon you no longer need
life is a river
ever flowing
nothing is really new
its just your repast
that you haven't gotten to yet
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The follow haiku's are about the moon and what magic its shine hold.
That beautiful circle
Tenderly touches your branch
Lighting up your leaves
-
The innocence of
Time- held forever in the
Bright shine of the moon
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On the pond sprites
Play- enchanting by the shine
Of the harvest moon
- - -
The rain
Gently falls down
To caress the warmth of
Our sweet embrace and bittersweet words
Farewell
- - -
The love we share is like
The love between the statue and her admirer
You come to me in your times of need
And I shall comfort you
You are free to leave
You live with another
I must stay
Watch you live with them
You come to me for minutes
And I am quickly forgotten
You are here for minutes
But I shall never forget you
I will stand the tests for time
My cool marble flesh
Will never fade
My youthful face will live forever
You will wither and cripple
You will become one with the earth
I will watch you
I will never forget
The statue and her lover
Will live forever in her cold heart
She will forever see the one man
In her cool marble eyes
Remembering for all eternity
Like I will remember you
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Is it me you're looking for?
In the shadows of night
In the mystics' lore
Or are you giving up without a fight?
In the shadows of the night
Are you fighting with the crow?
Or are you giving up without a fight?
Am I being heard from down below?
Are you fighting with the crow?
Fighting against the tide
Am I being heard from down below?
Do you still want your ruined bride?
Fighting against the tide
In the mystics' lore
Do you still want your ruined bride?
Is it me you're looking for?
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I am Adella Howerton
I am the willowy grace of a midnight breeze
The Reader of stories long lost
I am the heart of every flower
The Capture-er of beautiful souls
I am the mistress of destiny
A Believer of Fate
The warmth of a gentle rain
The sparkle of mischief in your eye
I am young
I am old
I am new and bold
I am the fleeting glimpse of sorrow
And the Fighter for the Earth
I am Adella Howerton
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Earth
Corruption
Seduction
Power
Greed
Frailty
Strength
Dying
Infinite
Constant
Ever-changing
Home
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I am from Wonderland
From hearts and souls
I am from the books hiding in the dusty corners
Of libraries near and far, its patrons like ghosts
I am from the hard drive and modem
Whose secrets I keep
As if they were my own
I am from pens and paint
From their lies and misunderstandings
I'm from the incense and tears
From green and black
I'm from the womb of Mother Earth
And the seed of Father Time
I'm from autumn and Persephone
Unspoken warmth and false hope
From the rings of Hell to the Clouds of Heaven
The iris of mirrors and burns of film
Under my able hands was a true image of heart
A picture of family and of hope
A face of familiarity lost
To gentle whisper of breathe on my face
I am from those seconds
Found and lost before I knew even what they meant
I am from the hopes and dreams of humanity
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The Poet
Is like the sea
No true form and no set color
They change as time sets their tides
They break and rake their fury on us
But they also leave their beautiful gifts left on the shores of our minds
Their words as delicate as the shining shells
Their ideas the millions of creatures filling the sea
Waiting to be caught and fed to the hungry hearts of humanity
The poet waits sending it deadly words to break the unknowing heart
Then balm them with the warm soothing waves on a gentle surf
Their beautiful ways seen only by the most understanding eyes
They are a force to wary of
A force to protect, to cherish and to share with all the world
The poet like the sea
Will teach us more than we know
With a single wave of words
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People are like the lighting of great storms
Lighting making ground for seconds only
Changing what it touches in instants
How fleeting its loving touch to the earth is
It still manages to forever mar the perfect skin
It burns and singes what the earth has grown
People like lighting mar the earth
The change its beautiful skin
Build upon her grace
Burn her forests and kill her beasts
People steal from her bountiful breasts
Stealing her lives blood
Slowly tearing her silky flesh
From her steely bones
However she lets them
Because she knows
That as they pull her apart
As they shred her soul and mar her flesh
She knows that like the wild storms
Full of her fury and her tears
They will Soon die
Leaving her
Alone to
Mend
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Is it me you're looking for?
When your words finally shatter?
Are we really such a chore?
Is your soul getting flatter?
When your words finally shatter
When your tears fall like rain
Is your soul getting flatter?
Can you feel its pain?
When your tears fall like rain
Into my tired heart
Can you feel its pain?
When we finally part.
Into my tired heart
Are we really such a chore?
Can you feel its pain?
Is it me you're looking for?
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classically unclassified
perfectly imperfect
mind bogglingly crazy
together we climb the highest roofs
we find every cavern of our hearts
kindred spirits of every shape
together we spill and fill our hearts
together we friends
together we are family
together we one
one mind
one heart
and one being
together we are "ally and aj"
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the heart of a child
the smile of a heart breaker
that girls got woe
written in her eyes
in the divine twinkle of mischief.
that girls got woe
but not enough to keep that child
from running into the shadows
her heart flies free
in her shadowy world.
- - -
my mind is an endless labyrinth.
that churns and changes
with every passing fancy.
every turn takes me away
away from my origins
my mind is a labyrinth.
that never ends and and turns.
yet each line is never straight.
each though is curving
so that the hope is lost behind every point.
my mind is a labyrinth.
that has no center
and has no end.
my mind is a labyrinth
and i will never be free.
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i want my life to forever be the calm and pleasant walk down a lonely street,
where one hears the wind,
the birds and the faint far off sound of a pleasant musical beat
in time to your own beating heart.
where life is as simple as putting your feet in front of you and walking.
to nowhere
to anywhere.
i want life to be a contentment of a simple act of being.
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| these tears that glide down my face the tears that run my make-up the tears i cry with no reason the fall to floor creating a puddle that soon turns into a small pond these tears that have been gathering for all ages these tears that are running red down all my tears have all gone i cry blood red and warm my body growing cold warmth leaving i take a tears and place on my heart when it stops it will have my tears to live on to haunt you to kill you for you have caused me so much pain this pain that lead to me and i lead to my headstone | | |
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