holly-h - Hello Poetry

I remember when you took me corkscrewing down kaleidoscope tunnels for the last time mounting hummingbirds to fly through the crystallized sky air splashing against our skin like an intoxicating perfume, dizzying old daydreams, new friends like humans with spectrum eyes and hair that coiled around their shoulders like serpents, all donning galaxy cloaks reptilian monsters that sprouted raven feathers while chasing each other through smoke trees silhouettes with rusty-nail teeth who danced like leaves in a gale inky, spindly limbs reaching trying to catch the moon fingers entangled like a dreamcatcher We were more then the kings and queens, heroes, idols We were gods, ruling from the velvet mountains to the silken seas, everything beneath the candlesmoke clouds and the caramel sun that drips like wax everything shining beneath the stars made out of that smoldering purple dust we know so well always whispering to us in scritch-scratch voices reciting elegies and hush-hush songs of longing but then, reality ignites and burns beneath us as we soar, elysian fields crumbling, flames consuming the wonderland we’ve built that is nothing but a paper thin house of tarot cards the future written with seeping poison ink We are left keening in the ashes, tears to late to douse the inferno but maybe they will help some seedling fester beneath the scorched earth

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Mar 8, 2013

Mar 8, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC

holly-h

The Paradise addiction built

I remember when you took me corkscrewing down kaleidoscope tunnels for the last time mounting hummingbirds to fly through the crystallized sky air splashing against our skin like an intoxicating perfume, dizzying old daydreams, new friends like humans with spectrum eyes and hair that coiled around their shoulders like serpents, all donning galaxy cloaks reptilian monsters that sprouted raven feathers while chasing each other through smoke trees silhouettes with rusty-nail teeth who danced like leaves in a gale inky, spindly limbs reaching trying to catch the moon fingers entangled like a dreamcatcher We were more then the kings and queens, heroes, idols We were gods, ruling from the velvet mountains to the silken seas, everything beneath the candlesmoke clouds and the caramel sun that drips like wax everything shining beneath the stars made out of that smoldering purple dust we know so well always whispering to us in scritch-scratch voices reciting elegies and hush-hush songs of longing but then, reality ignites and burns beneath us as we soar, elysian fields crumbling, flames consuming the wonderland we’ve built that is nothing but a paper thin house of tarot cards the future written with seeping poison ink We are left keening in the ashes, tears to late to douse the inferno but maybe they will help some seedling fester beneath the scorched earth

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Let's simply share a smoke Forget the world By erasing it with fire

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Mar 3, 2013

Mar 3, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC

holly-h

Smoke

Let's simply share a smoke Forget the world By erasing it with fire

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All those years she spent searching for perfection Could it be hiding Within the flowery fumes that escaped from her blush when she snapped it open? Or was it nestled in the contours of her body Like a little bird, cozy in a right curve in the right place? Is it within the peal of laughter That slips from a gleaming mouth like a bumblebee from a rose? Or the finally approving words of a hungry mirror? Is it bones? Should you coax those out with hunger until your perfection almost pierces through your skin? The craving for discovery poisoned her anatomy that was deeper then skin All her life she was the seeker of perfection Something you couldn’t find on any atlas The explorer who never noticed that the beast she hunts for does not exist Something that everyone sees differently Can never be found.

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Feb 27, 2013

Feb 27, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC

holly-h

The Seacher

All those years she spent searching for perfection Could it be hiding Within the flowery fumes that escaped from her blush when she snapped it open? Or was it nestled in the contours of her body Like a little bird, cozy in a right curve in the right place? Is it within the peal of laughter That slips from a gleaming mouth like a bumblebee from a rose? Or the finally approving words of a hungry mirror? Is it bones? Should you coax those out with hunger until your perfection almost pierces through your skin? The craving for discovery poisoned her anatomy that was deeper then skin All her life she was the seeker of perfection Something you couldn’t find on any atlas The explorer who never noticed that the beast she hunts for does not exist Something that everyone sees differently Can never be found.

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