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Topic: batgirl's poems
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batgirl Knowflake Posts: 223 From: florida, usa Registered: Nov 2001
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posted September 28, 2004 11:55 PM
i am time and you are space the goddess waits in the dawn of blood, in the Age of Gas & Blood. the murder of emotion doesnt suit me it makes a crone of youth giving reign to the Hand of stench-stiff Death. she wears her vulnerable nature like a crown; to fall in love with a god is easy but to learn to love him back is more like a trip to the dentist every day or being put on the racks for good, i would, my legs spread out before you like the broken wings of a dove, enduring offerings of leather incense, reminding me of the prayers of the animals. my thoughts are not my own, and neither are my tears. the rain isnt mine, cant you see the source of fear? daddy, i dont want to be human anymore. i could live like that, i could turn myself to stone, and, heart made of stone, flesh made more solid still--is that your wish, my sweet? to be a statue next to you, our love carved out more eternal, carved out in stone with us inside, a picture of ecstasy . . .if the carver had carved at least our fingers touching, here we are, carved, forever wanting, reaching. and though we've feet now, and minds to move them, our hearts turn jade and love becomes something forgotten in this quest of proving. i always like the way my eyes look after crying, more honest, sometimes, because i can't walk when i feel, i have to lie or die. i eat portkins and turnips and daffodil-ears, i move like a snake sometimes for change, my eyes see you and me my lord, our subjects scattered in the windIP: Logged |
pixelpixie Knowflake Posts: 4167 From: Ontario, Canada Registered: Aug 2003
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posted September 29, 2004 11:07 PM
Humbling, and deep. I'd love to see inside your psyche sometime. Good use of words... I love the imagery and hints...IP: Logged | |