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The Queen's CityA single cigarette burning out in my mind Smoke drifts around my face The burn of smoke rings penetrating my eyes,The Queen's City
Hides an honest tear, As sweat drips down a cool glass of water. The chatter of friends The clang of dishes Noise and body heat Smoke and tea Chipped nail polish Smeared makeup Gray skies Black skies Dark
by ~Lynnifer
End of LifeBlack recedes into darkness The dark world swallows the black crow. Dark ink runs down my eyes. The pale yellow table on which sat dreams, Has been burned to ash. The pale blue glass has melted into a puddle of water. It can contain no more. It can hold no more. The end of life, begins you. Far off, The crow falls dead. And caws his last triumphantly.End of Life
by ~Lynnifer
ShatteredThe night snakes Conversation shatters the mind Quiet Dark Clouds fall from the sky in hard dry lumps Cracks form in the solid mud Where tufts of grass struggle to make lives for themselves.Shattered
If only the dog’s feet weren’t tramping their hopes, They would reach toward the gray sky And turn the clouds back into the heavens
by ~Lynnifer
The StruggleThe struggle The agony Sudden truth Reality How did he get to this place? When did things go wrong? He struggles with a truth that he just can’t swallow The realization that he had made a horrible mistake In his mind, all things are each other, and everything is enveloped by the blanket, Yet it would seem he made a large error in judgment. It seems that while all things are the same molecularly,The Struggle
It is still not a wise decision to take ibuprofen with a potato!
by ~Lynnifer
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The view from the Dawn Chateauwe are going.The view from the Dawn Chateau
Because there are rain drenched waistcoats left idle on oak pegs down in the city. Ancient avenues the finger of god drew, long and lonely and frozen as the
veins of frost flowers.
we are going.
Past the scarlet Ibis with it's neck craned up wailing in the rain. Past the dawn spires that struggle to pierce the smoke from the stacks and the towers. Beyond the white Heron bleeding in the brush, crumbled like an old hand, and the Finch flocks
scattering like dice.
we are going.
by ~Khrishna
Fetusby ~cocaineandoreos
Waiting...by ~kyliin
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- Current Residence: Bethlehem, PA
- Interests: Reading, writing, drawing
- Favourite movie: Chicago
- Favourite band or musician: I change my mind often. currently: System of a Down
- Favourite genre of music: Changes with mood.
- Favourite artist: Salvador Dali
- Favourite poet or writer: Shakespeare
- Favourite game: Pictionary!
- Personal Quote: meow?
- Tools of the Trade: Paper and pen.
- AIM: Lynnie18fer
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