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Dec 2012 Tori

fragile blue

Dec 2012 Tori

K Mae

fragile blue

fragile blue with morning star
traffic batters on
covering silence endless flow
mine this ripening dawn

Dec 2012 Tori

Dr Seuss

Dec 2012 Tori

Skogen

Dr Seuss

Dr. Seuss said when you are in love you can’t fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams

Thats a true statement.
But I’m living my dreams so its an equal placement.

It’s a surreal thing to transition from mental malleability,
to life’s creation which happens to be my reality.

Although its almost unreal in the way it takes over my soul,
This passion which overwhelms and so I let it take the helm and guide my goals,

Set free to create and reiterate my thoughts from the mind trapped nay, set free, to drift between reality and actuality, its a thin line, when I’m drunk on this wine of a thing so fine and deep, I hope to sleep, and when I do, I seep, across the line to thine, existing dualities is my reality.

Nov 2012 Tori

Not about these and therefore, about these.

Nov 2012 Tori

Tom Orr

Not about these and therefore, about these.

Not about love or life.
Not about sun and snow.
Not about hate or politics.
What more ought we know.

Not philosophy, psychology or history.
Nor horror, adventure or mystery.
Whether on sea or land,
it will not stand
in the vast oak court of reality.

Nov 2012 Tori

Nighttime (a haiku)

Nov 2012 Tori

Samuel

Nighttime (a haiku)

Your hand reaches down
like a thousand raindrops to
outline my tired skin

Nov 2012 Tori

1:18

Nov 2012 Tori

Hannah Anderson

1:18

It's tough to love,
and hurts to die

So **** me fast,
then we'll get high.

Nov 2012 Tori

Stanzas ["Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!"]

Nov 2012 Tori

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Stanzas ["Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!"]

Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
   I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
   And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

’Twas thus, as ancient fables tell,
   Love visited a Grecian maid,
Till she disturbed the sacred spell,
   And woke to find her hopes betrayed.

But gentle sleep shall veil my sight,
   And Psyche’s lamp shall darkling be,
When, in the visions of the night,
   Thou dost renew thy vows to me.

Then come to me in dreams, my love,
   I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
   And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

Nov 2012 Tori

N/A

Nov 2012 Tori

Selva Oscura

N/***

In a way

he became me

for a moment.

If anyone happened

to present themselves to me

at that particular time -

music pulsing,

heads nodding,

bodies moving

against hot hands and chests -

I’d like to believe

he’d answer for me.

Be my voice,

speak for me

while I’m away

underneath his skin.

Be my hands;

gesture loosely

at the things he’d think I’d say.

My apologies

I am not here;

speak to the man who,

just for a moment,

has become me.

— The End —