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"Keep it simple, keep it sexy or keep it sad" / ... hints my story :) / / Thanks for reading, Ruby <3 / / Reciprocation is advocated, feedback would be most welcome x / / Sound of the moment http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4-6Y_91v5I / play it loud ;~) / / [email protected]
with Each step
I've seen
the circle
[& been seen]
inside
and
out.
Caught in
times of
doing
it... again
"Oh, yes!"
(without a doubt)
.
.
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
Sand to glass.
Topaz and yellow blend, in fired isolation.
Can you see the beauty,or only how much we are our island?
Floating... unseen in an ocean.
Swimming... in the filth of flotsum and jetsum, (which constantly surrounds us)
Sinking... into the detritus of lives staining this shoreline.
Drifting... with each swelling high tide. Chosen by the moon.
Drowning... left bereft and barren by such far flung lows.
Barefoot, I've walked amongst the driftwood you left laying; Collecting all
those pieces (bits you kept hidden), loves un-worshipped or love never given.
-Kept safely now-
in pockets of my salty flesh, being sweetly rewritten.
Keep an eye to the sky, and an ear to the waves of you're known.
Perhaps, one day, you realise,
(when the stars shine bright within your sextant)
- so I wait here,
by this water wide -
with fingers and toes deep in our sand
Until the sirens' call reaches you again,
and upon yonder watched crest you send a malia,
from a soon forgotten land of words.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 9:46 AM UTC
*Take the long route South, and linger...
where shaded valleys seek horizons.
Burrowing, amongst fragrant meadows,
as soft breezes rise.
*
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC
Not many people noticed the box
she carries in front of her.
Undefined, yet heavy.
Bottomless, not deep.
Only he
ever saw inside -
on that last day
she ever cried.
Knowing,
made him turn away;
He left her
standing
alone on the street.
Waiting
for the next bus,
she never felt it
start to
l
e
a
k
.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 9:34 AM UTC
*
On
the
flip side
of dreams,
where
distance
is
but
a sigh...
*
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 5:17 PM UTC
Across grassy cliffs,
on dark nights, let them stray far
from the path they choose.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC
Feathers bristle, as we sit too close
on a single spindled branch, breaking.
Each trying to outsing
the dawn chorus.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
For too long,
have I stood on this edge;
Cruel winds hollowing my back,
tempting the beyond.
For too long,
have I stood on this edge;
The Keepers' hand tight on my arm,
tempting the beyond.
For too long,
have I stood on this edge;
For the promised days' arrival,
tempting the beyond.
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 5:59 PM UTC
Holding tight to long shards of green;
Loosened, the grassy cliff edge is too close.
Scarlet wings,
not quite mended
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 7:46 PM UTC
Red,
the cheeks
match the breast,
to brighten Winter Solstice.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 4:06 AM UTC