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 Jun 2014 Cunning Linguist
Louise
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Take the precious pen
and tuck it safely away
the words are not here
the ink will not speak today

Straighten the stark parchment
and push it to one side
the words will not appear
they remain hidden somewhere inside

Push my dutiful desk
far away from the window
the words do not need a place
when there are none to show

Store away my chair
make use of it elsewhere
the words have disappeared
and I have none left to share

Take me from this room
a quiet place no longer in need
the words are now so still
perhaps it is I they'll no longer feed
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I wrote this a while ago and fortunately I am not without words,  for now anyway.
 Jun 2014 Cunning Linguist
nate k
her vestal
rose garden
whispers
silent tones
as she
carefully
shy away
from the
flushed
delicate petals
of flowers.

come with me
she said,
unsure and
unwilling
and unlikely.

a step onto
her garden,
i'll be

with a
string of
enchantment
dangling
beneath
the sheets
(c) nate k. 2014
 Jun 2014 Cunning Linguist
nate k
now tell me
if it's
possible to
wake up
from a
nightmare
when
you
aren't even
asleep
in the
first place
(c) nate k. 2014
 Jun 2014 Cunning Linguist
nate k
thus every
careful
deception
that you
devised

disguised
the true
perception
you fooled
within me
(c) nate k. 2014
 Jun 2014 Cunning Linguist
Gypsy
Every scream left an echo
Rippling through my mind
I held my breath
Hoping the veins in my neck would  unveil my every thought
I had been bluffing far too long
Playing a game with a deck of spades
I was unprepared
Young, naive, shamefully virginal
I watched myself in the reflection
I smiled
Why was I smiling
I looked away and with a gasp I saw it was me
It was me
I held my breath
I jumped
My feet tore through the glass
My body seemed to rupture as the cold enveloped me
I held my breath
Turning my head to the sky, I opened my eyes
There I was looking down at the body below
And I smiled
I couldn't look anymore
I couldn't watch
I couldn't face myself again
I had to breathe
I ****** in the water
And with my resolve
I prayed for my mother
I prayed for God
I prayed for someone to reach down and pluck me out
I looked up one final time
And she jumped.
You cant teach a puppet, nor can a puppet honer you. God teaches those that are willing to learn; Satan plays with puppets.
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