moon
egg erupted
the sky's skin
the placenta a
high cloud
sheath

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too much light
for stars
the city's noise
drowning out the
music of the spheres

i wonder what
astrononomical
events we are missing

perhaps the
big dipper is
pouring heavenly water upon
the horsehead nebula

or orion
is touching
the cracking
moon
with
his

toe


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 6, 2014

~~~

nothing resonates
in the human heart
like the word

HOME

~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 5, 2014

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Trying to use
willpower
to overcome an addiction
is like applying
topical medicine
to cure

HEART DISEASE!


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 5, 2014

♡♡♡♡

just popped open
a bleary eye
saw all the hearts
my oh my!

thank you guys for
your support!
but now i've fallen
and i can't get up!

i
built
a tower
way up high
i built
a castle
in the sky
I built it      high as it.    could get
with spikes and spires  
and minarets
it had an ivory sort of gleam
alabaster
in its sheen
I constructed it so proud
but it was made of glass and cloud
i built and built
i could not stop!
i climbed up to
the very top!!!!
but when I got up there i found
i had no ladder
to
  get
    D
      O
        W
          N
             ­ !!!



soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(C) october 4, 2014

light swells
the horizon as
the clouds dock
their ships in the hills

sky limits
the view of all
but the brightest stars

we
can
see a
sad venus
a tear shaped
rhinestone on the
face of a blue
goddess

light puffs
up the dark blue
balloon. Lighter and
lighter before it
pops open with
puffy white
popcorn
clouds

they'll roll
around inside the
big blue bowl
'til nighttime
when the
crepuscule
shall
close
like
a
**
f
l
o
w
e
r

@~~~~@~~~~@


you cut me to the wick
my perfume

is

coppery




despair




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if stars are actually suns
why are they

so

*COLD?

grey
and lifeless
the peeled skin
revealing
a spurious flesh
and lava bones
the view
is blocked by
reveling
swathes
swarms
of
swarthy
slimy

smoke


once again

no


life


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they say the brain
has billions of cells.

i'm locked in
every

last

one

of

them



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine jarvis

<><><><><>



Giving a wild teenager
an expensive education
is like giving a
homeless person
a refrigerator



SoulSurvivor

@#@#@#@#@#



Rue is planted
along
the paths
not
taken


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 2, 2014

xoxox xoxox xoxox

♥♥♥       ♥♥♥
♥♥♥♥♥  ♥♥♡♥♥
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
♥♥♡♥♥♥♥♥
♥♥♥♥♥♥
♥♥♥♥
♥♥
♥

A monumental tragedy
a brain now
dulled and grey

was at one time the

RAINBOW

of a budding protege.


SoulSurvivor

<3♡<3♡<3♥<3


i used to wear my
heart on my sleave

now it dresses in
camouflage and
hides in the weeds.


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 2, 2014

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Negative space is what is
seen in between two
objects.

What do you SEE?
Two faces, black and white
facing each other
belligerently?

Or a
CANDLESTICK?

/@\♥/@\♥/@\♥/@\



Hauntingly beautiful
Is the only way
I can dream

of you.


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 30, 2014

nine clouds
i counted 'em
there were nine
i don't know how i
saw them for there
were no stars shining
the moon like
the core of a
bone

ten trees
yep there were ten
waving swaying
galivanting around
i don't know how they
grew since there
wasn't any
ground

yes. i was
floating. there
was no air. i just
hung in space
I looked for
paradise
on earth
but
there
is
no

such


place



soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(c) september 30, 2014

SS
A tortured writer once there was
who toiled into the night
Locked in his lofty chamber
where stories could take flight.

'Twas a dark October evening
a moonless night and dreary
Tho ink was filled
no words would spill
He soon became quite weary.

The writer threw his quill away
and muttered with a sigh,
"No more midnight oil for me
the end of the wick is nigh."

Frustration with the flow of ink
had almost made him weep
Tho *** was full
His wits were dull
And so he went to sleep.

When next he woke
he found himself
Upon a stormy sea
'Twas black as pitch
The likes of which
He ne'er before had seen!

The sky was red and purple
There was a hellish wail!
A ghostly gleam
Glanced from the beam
And gibbered in the sails.

What is this apperition?
He cried unto the wind
Where am I sent?
I must repent!
My sins you must recind!

Ah, NO! Thus spake
The loathsome ghoul,
It is too late for you!
You know full well
That you're in hell
Your options are now few!

Her words sliced through
the lashing gale
And chilled him to the bone
For gazing 'round the
Phantom ship
He found he was alone.

TSP
Forsooth! bellowed
the tortured bard
For now I know your scheme!
Here's the switch
You foul old witch
This is but a dream!

You see this sand
Within my hand,
Which through my fingers creeps?
This is but illusion
And I am just asleep!

The banshee shrieked
And squeeled with glee!
She danced upon the deck!
That is true, but now for you
This is a shipwreck!

She spread her arms and chanted
The seas began to boil!
Double double
Cauldron bubble
Trouble for your toil!

SS
The red wind howled
Like a pack of wolves
O'r an ocean black as tar
His heart froze
As waters rose
'Neith a sky which had no stars.

TSP
Against this sea of troubles now
There's nothing I can do,
But in this dream
Perhaps is seen
An end to what flesh is heir to.

SS
The witch regarded him with hate
Let me assist! She roared
And swooping down
In devil's gown
She pushed him overboard!

He flailed about as he did drop
And couldn't even think!
She crowed with glee
For he could not see!
The ocean was of INK!!!

As he sank, his fear was rank,
Within those oily waves.
His voice was caught
But then he thought
This will not be my grave!

He asked for hell or heaven
To rescue him away
He escaped death
With his last breath
He began to PRAY,

Then sweet arms
wrapped 'round him
'Twas an angel! She did cry,
Hold on tight, and do not fight,
For we are going to FLY!!!

Out of the mirey ocean
She lifted him on high
The furious witch
Howled and pitched
Herself into the sky!

For a while she followed
Spouting curses as she flew,
But the angel's wings
Did soar and sing
There was naught
the ghoul could do.

And so the thankful writer
Got a brand new start
And so he plucked a feather
From the angel wing's soft heart.

Thus ends the epic ballad
Of POE. One Edgar A.
His legendary writing
Admired to this day.

Now at his will an angel's quill
To inspire him to write
For though he wrote of darkness
From ink as black as night.

He was an inspiration
For who could truly tell?
Annabel's love.
From heav'n above?
Or from the pits of HELL

I have faith in science.
GOD
created it after all!


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 29, 2014