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She is as lines to Bauhaus, oblique
In category yet commanding in form;
Her mind a pool of wealth and Grace,
Allusions to illusions, omega to
Alpha’s strongest gaze. I stand
Failed, distraught, lacking the
Dexterity of voice to call her name,
The temerity of will to regain her fair
Charms and affirmed charisma.
Lost I am within a cascade of
Superlatives and tribulation.
Were only she to have conquered
My mind, I would be of sound spirit to
Elicit some tempered comprehension;
Yet alas, I have been taken in soul
And I can do naught but wait
To see if she will one day return.
You said you'd come to tea
so I made a cake
chocolate sweet; maraschino filled;
girdled with a satin blue ribbon;
set out the prettiest plates;
hand painted with forget-me-nots.
And from the darkest corner of a drawer
found a single candle to celebrate the day.
I'd understand if you had 'phoned,
but now the chocolate lends a bitter taste
and even the despairing posies have given up all hope
as the candle's flame flickers my ever waiting shadow.
copyright © Caroline Grace 2010
 Jul 2011 Elizabeth G
Marcus Lane
I fear the way you love me:
That tender-touching kiss
Seducing me to nightly
Sink deep in your abyss.

Those smooth caresses take me
To places that I dread,
Your cunning fingers rouse me
To plan such lies ahead.

But while we writhe and tumble
In lust's hypnotic hold,
I fear the final stumble
That will see the truth unfold.
© Marcus Lane 2010
So, here we sit
Around a carpet bonfire
And everything we say is white noise
Nothing here matters
Or so they tell me

There’s nothing but freedom
And the changing of subjects
But the lack of understanding is mutual
And thus, friendly

Still, I think I’d rather fly away
To a place that is free
Of all pain and sorrow
A place where I can feel love
Instead of doubt at things that don’t exist
But in my mind

I snap back into this world
Of ringing phones and lost time
And similar looking people
Who don’t listen to the words
Of prophets, of sages
And of liars
Who want you to know their thoughts
And feel their mind

The nonsense creeps into my mind
I think I’d rather fly away
 Apr 2011 Elizabeth G
Nessie
she wanted to change the world

she couldn't with wet blankets and fading stars

she couldn't with morbid curiosity

and a pill addiction staring at her in the face

she couldn't

the world shattered her flat

and left her a tiny revolving sun

a shaft of light

he came and went

against his own will

a hiatus

not unlike the morality of men

a hiatus

not unlike any of us at all

“keep him close”

“dont let go”

the last real thing.

my last real thing.
I've sinned
over and over again
sin is what always wins
envy makes my blood turn green
wrath makes my eyes glow red
lust makes my body hot
sloth makes my legs go dead
gluttony makes my mouth drip blue
pride makes my head heavy with gold
greed makes my heart beat silver
seven and deadly, these sins have my soul.

— The End —