andrea-bush - Hello Poetry

every move a memory smoldering flesh and sinew burned down to the bone molten blood slides through my veins wanting for the fire’s hunt salvation from its turn to stone

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Dec 17, 2010

Dec 17, 2010 at 4:28 PM UTC

the fire's hunt

every move a memory smoldering flesh and sinew burned down to the bone molten blood slides through my veins wanting for the fire’s hunt salvation from its turn to stone

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the air was thick and heavy and she waited for the storm to come having in the heat of day sweated out the demons who haunt her nights longing for the cleansing rain to dance her spirit free she doesn't feel it but wants it needs it willing some dark prince to empty his soul out of the heavens she doesn't feel it but is wanting needing crying out in agony of losing what was never hers

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Oct 1, 2010

Oct 1, 2010 at 6:19 PM UTC

wants it needs it

the air was thick and heavy and she waited for the storm to come having in the heat of day sweated out the demons who haunt her nights longing for the cleansing rain to dance her spirit free she doesn't feel it but wants it needs it willing some dark prince to empty his soul out of the heavens she doesn't feel it but is wanting needing crying out in agony of losing what was never hers

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the midday sun is high and hot and oppressive and i lie back and let it gnaw into my skin pulling me toward the mercy of jumping to another space in time oil slicks of oozing rainbows paint my eyes and i breathe just breathe just struggle to breathe just struggle just breathe and my heart races pushing blood pushing life pushing me out of this skin and into another space in time and the world has gone black and white with a tinge of aquamarine and i think i must have wandered into someone else's memory i don't seem to have been here before and i don't feel like me and i remember that i don't ever feel like me and i remember that i am just someone else's memory

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Oct 1, 2010

Oct 1, 2010 at 5:47 PM UTC

someone else's memory

the midday sun is high and hot and oppressive and i lie back and let it gnaw into my skin pulling me toward the mercy of jumping to another space in time oil slicks of oozing rainbows paint my eyes and i breathe just breathe just struggle to breathe just struggle just breathe and my heart races pushing blood pushing life pushing me out of this skin and into another space in time and the world has gone black and white with a tinge of aquamarine and i think i must have wandered into someone else's memory i don't seem to have been here before and i don't feel like me and i remember that i don't ever feel like me and i remember that i am just someone else's memory

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a trinity of fairy tales man woman woman scorned and heaven hath no fury like the happily never after spinning silver lies of lust remedied by magic dust or hair or a slipper perhaps from your lady fair live in your dream of pretty lies the truth my love is in your eyes

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Sep 26, 2010

Sep 26, 2010 at 7:02 PM UTC

a trinity of fairy tales

a trinity of fairy tales man woman woman scorned and heaven hath no fury like the happily never after spinning silver lies of lust remedied by magic dust or hair or a slipper perhaps from your lady fair live in your dream of pretty lies the truth my love is in your eyes

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naked bound blind this life is only a test had it been a real life it would have been accompanied by instructions on where to go and what to do and my legs wind through yours the river wild as your breath sears my back exhilaration grips me tangling fear and power into one monster all of me wrapped in all of you i am naked and bound and you are blind

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Sep 26, 2010

Sep 26, 2010 at 6:56 PM UTC

naked bound blind

naked bound blind this life is only a test had it been a real life it would have been accompanied by instructions on where to go and what to do and my legs wind through yours the river wild as your breath sears my back exhilaration grips me tangling fear and power into one monster all of me wrapped in all of you i am naked and bound and you are blind

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your winter time draws near as the perfectly circular moon spills its perfect circle of light deeply defined concentric roundness and note the shadows in his eyes glimmering white lights and don't go near destruction lies in children's hands perfection comes with age and paper wrapped with wood or brass and mounted on the wall did you hear your children call? then the colors come alive and your perfect circles are perfectly nothing perfectly lost as girls giggle and turn away and your perfect concentric i built a snowman in your honor

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Sep 26, 2010

Sep 26, 2010 at 6:52 PM UTC

ode to the grandfather

your winter time draws near as the perfectly circular moon spills its perfect circle of light deeply defined concentric roundness and note the shadows in his eyes glimmering white lights and don't go near destruction lies in children's hands perfection comes with age and paper wrapped with wood or brass and mounted on the wall did you hear your children call? then the colors come alive and your perfect circles are perfectly nothing perfectly lost as girls giggle and turn away and your perfect concentric i built a snowman in your honor

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the moon smiles her cheshire grin through the icicle air and taunts me with who i could have been if streetlights echo her haunting roar along the glass highway and weave tales of once upon a time your gaze slides across my crystal face as you swing from your star humming a forgotten melody i continue on singing never remember never forget

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Sep 26, 2010

Sep 26, 2010 at 6:41 PM UTC

who i could have been if

the moon smiles her cheshire grin through the icicle air and taunts me with who i could have been if streetlights echo her haunting roar along the glass highway and weave tales of once upon a time your gaze slides across my crystal face as you swing from your star humming a forgotten melody i continue on singing never remember never forget

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tossing turning tumbling these voices in my head-heart-soul rip me tear me burn me wound me scar me rush me secretly to some parallel confusion invasion conclusion illusion a heart in either hand which to fulfill which to destroy take me wake me break me heal me feel my fear my love my hatred know me touch me teach me reach me save me streaming screaming seduction these voices in my head-heart-soul deplore me restore me advise me revise me take me elusively to some underground unreality lucidity misery a heart in either hand which to follow which to mislead hate me love me leave me reap me **** me take from me these voices in my head-heart-soul

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Sep 26, 2010

Sep 26, 2010 at 1:22 PM UTC

these voices

tossing turning tumbling these voices in my head-heart-soul rip me tear me burn me wound me scar me rush me secretly to some parallel confusion invasion conclusion illusion a heart in either hand which to fulfill which to destroy take me wake me break me heal me feel my fear my love my hatred know me touch me teach me reach me save me streaming screaming seduction these voices in my head-heart-soul deplore me restore me advise me revise me take me elusively to some underground unreality lucidity misery a heart in either hand which to follow which to mislead hate me love me leave me reap me **** me take from me these voices in my head-heart-soul

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modern days modern lies you can say it think it never never never write it down lie truth lie honesty lies somewhere sometimes modern love modern hate you can think it write it never never never say it to me not to me lust love lust emotion lies somewhere sometimes modern you modern me never never never

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Sep 26, 2010

Sep 26, 2010 at 1:20 PM UTC

never

modern days modern lies you can say it think it never never never write it down lie truth lie honesty lies somewhere sometimes modern love modern hate you can think it write it never never never say it to me not to me lust love lust emotion lies somewhere sometimes modern you modern me never never never

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so it goes, he said, over and again. and she knew he only said it to remind her of her own duty dance with death but she still wished she had never given him that book. yeah, well, she said, i want to stay as close to the edge as i can without going over. yes, he said. big, undreamed-of things – the people on the edge see them first.

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Sep 26, 2010

Sep 26, 2010 at 1:11 PM UTC

on death and vonnegut

so it goes, he said, over and again. and she knew he only said it to remind her of her own duty dance with death but she still wished she had never given him that book. yeah, well, she said, i want to stay as close to the edge as i can without going over. yes, he said. big, undreamed-of things – the people on the edge see them first.

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