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Nov 2010 · 835
Slush
The once freshly fallen snow
is beginning to melt
and trickle down the street
to who knows where underground.
You wanted to dance
while I simply knelt
in the slush at your feet
and watched you twirl around.
Nov 2010 · 1.9k
Battlefield
The enemy was strong
but I was stronger
two hundred blows
two hundred parries
and when the dust settled,
I finally figured it out.
I was at war with my own reflection.
So I glared at my rival
with rage in my eyes
and I shattered the mirror.
Nov 2010 · 615
Winter
Winter is an icy goddess.
Her glacial beauty attracts
hot jealousy
from Summer.
Winter coldly ignores
the burning words
with a toss of
her blue hair
and a flash of her
pale eyes
yet she melts
when Spring
tugs on her dress and hands her
flowers.
Nov 2010 · 4.1k
Autumn
Autumn is a teenager
who paints the leaves
rebellious colours
and throws them down
in a huff of cool wind.
She doesn't like when
people call her Autumn.
She prefers her nickname
Fall, because that's what she makes the
leaves do as she passes by.
Nov 2010 · 1.4k
See
See
You can't see them
but I can
They're everywhere
Your fingers just traced eight of them
Unnoticed by you
but not me
I count them every day
even though
you can't see them
Nov 2010 · 1.7k
Rooftop
Quiet on the rooftop
Lay back with me
and watch the stars
watch us
breathe in the cold air
and wish on
galaxies
Nov 2010 · 657
Heart
This freak
this beast
this heart is caged
Its pulse does not belong to me
It wants to get out, to be free
Pounding at my chest
it wants to be close to you
and **** me in the process.
Nov 2010 · 1.1k
Stuck In My Head
I know
It is possible
to have someone
stuck in your head
if her name is the beat
and her eyes are the melody
and the lyrics are flowing in her veins.
She is the chorus, the bridge and the breakdown
the unfinished piece that has driven the composer insane.
And she is stuck in my head.
Nov 2010 · 641
god overnight
Turned into a god overnight
the first command handed down by Me
is death
to all who were cruel to Me.
Emotionless, watching my enemies burn
I smile upon My handiwork
until I Myself begin to choke.
And as I pass out of this feeble existence
the end of My short reign
My final thought is
I hope you're happy.
Nov 2010 · 598
Untitled
She dances through the water
Her eyes are glowing bright
She truly is angelic
Her face a shining light
She tosses her hair behind her
With her there is no night
Her loveliness is killing me
A death I cannot fight.
Nov 2010 · 588
Free
Broken cages, a rush of joy
running until your lungs explode
The world and beyond is yours
massive expanses of nothing
and a little boat caught up in the storm
tossed by the waves of the wind
while the captain laughs and dances in the
rain.
Nov 2010 · 580
Mirrors
Mirrors
are like little pools
through which your reflection swims
to greet you.
She gazes at you, matching the look
in your eyes
as you unknowingly play with her.
She knows she can't breathe
outside her silver void.
She knows you can't
see her world.
So she is content, following your movements
perfectly.
And when you leave her alone,
she moves away
hanging her head when she knows
you're not looking
at her.

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