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I'm the girl with bayou eyes,
twigs, mud and death snaking into my curls.
I pause to breathe and s-h-o-c-k,
shock sets in:
Day One.
Earthen clasps latch on my arms,
pulling me back down;
the meandering waters clutch
at my bell-shaped elbows.
Day Six.
My smile is climatic;
the sun always seems to shine,
burning the layers of leaves
but I can't even put up a fight
to remember its grace.
Day Seventeen.
I'm surrounded by an animalistic embrace--
mismatched light from alligator stares
and throaty frog musings.
Day Twenty-eight.
I forget what color
the back of my eyelids were.
twigs, mud and death snaking into my curls.
I pause to breathe and s-h-o-c-k,
shock sets in:
Day One.
Earthen clasps latch on my arms,
pulling me back down;
the meandering waters clutch
at my bell-shaped elbows.
Day Six.
My smile is climatic;
the sun always seems to shine,
burning the layers of leaves
but I can't even put up a fight
to remember its grace.
Day Seventeen.
I'm surrounded by an animalistic embrace--
mismatched light from alligator stares
and throaty frog musings.
Day Twenty-eight.
I forget what color
the back of my eyelids were.
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inPersonals
I've been known to bring strong
men to their knees
and leave them there.
Call me thursday night - I'll be laying in the bathtub,
candlelit with the makings for a pipe
bomb. I like to make explosive
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a song I sometimes sing
through heavy eyes
this is the picture that I see:
the reflection of my body
that ghost
poor me-
I have to hold her blood
carry her bones
wear her rotting skin
my body sways to the music of the dial tone- the cold metal of the payphone melting into my fingers. the sky is falling into the ocean again, and I am being held with hands made of water.
eyes squinted now
and everything is far away
parents are fighting again
took too much medication again
the same bad dreams
still living in them
even when I wake up
too much
close my eyes and he sneaks into my house but does not let me kiss him. now I'm the one holding- holding with ha
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perennial
i.
if i had better recollection i would remember sticky summer
skin against my fingertips and hipbones; your smile was
never so large as when we caught fireflies and fell asleep
intertwined beneath all the stars of the milky way sky
ii.
there were times in autumn that you took my hands and
shared your gloves before sharing a kiss; we stumbled
through fallen leaves and all the things we could not say
with lingering gazes and smiles over backyard bonfires
iii.
i lost the winter moments when you stole my breath in
visible gasps and pressed your lips against mine so they
would not chap; we were snow angels writing on the
ground but
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For the lovely and busy[hopefullyhappilybusy], ~a-fiery-boom.
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They had asked for " a poem or something too, if you want. Just no romance." I hope this is okay. (:
HOP TO IT STEPHANY. STOP BEING A SLACKER.
Thank you ~lemmingtimes for being my editor!
Also for =KneelingGlory's Mini Poetry Contest . Humor was encouraged but I am rarely funny, especially when it comes to poetry. D: Used the words "climatic" and "bell".
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They had asked for " a poem or something too, if you want. Just no romance." I hope this is okay. (:
HOP TO IT STEPHANY. STOP BEING A SLACKER.
Thank you ~lemmingtimes for being my editor!
Also for =KneelingGlory's Mini Poetry Contest . Humor was encouraged but I am rarely funny, especially when it comes to poetry. D: Used the words "climatic" and "bell".
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Utterly gorgeous. Tight structure, lovely sense of rhythm and rhyme, but aptly eerie too. Your writing evokes thickly burbling emotions, muddy echoes, and shrill voices in the night. A dark beauty, your Song to t' Bayou.
Grazie for sharing this with all of us in the dA sea!
1 grammar correction:
"to remember it's grace" ---> "to remember its grace"
It's = it is. Its = possessive form.
Fae is something of a grammar freak. ^^ Hope you don't mind! I think that one change will up the quality of the poem, though the content itself is amaziiiiing!
Grazie for sharing this with all of us in the dA sea!
1 grammar correction:
"to remember it's grace" ---> "to remember its grace"
It's = it is. Its = possessive form.
Fae is something of a grammar freak. ^^ Hope you don't mind! I think that one change will up the quality of the poem, though the content itself is amaziiiiing!