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oh to believe in faeries
the tales they spin
delicately crafted from whimsy in a firelight dream state
smudging history across pages that age as soon as the ink dries
making light of fallen natures
embedding them in predictable formats
mining the torment of dark minds
laughing at torture
giving deviance form
is this your literary influence
the study in deceit upon which you model
threats are now negotiations
violence has morphed into a minor disagreement
trashing a life is a misunderstanding
in keeping with the theme, that wart on your nose
no, it is bigger than you think
and the carbuncles
still obvious by candlelight
and people will notice


@journeyofdays
for when people rewrite history over time and genuinely expect that nobody will notice the warts and carbuncles that decorate their faces
 May 2017 kelly jane
Jawad
FINE ARTS
 May 2017 kelly jane
Jawad
Photography* is poetry using light.
Poetry is painting with words.
Painting is sculpting on eyes.
Sculpting is music for stones.
Music is writing through feelings.
Writing is pottery with thoughts.
Pottery is photography of clay.
Artists have their own understanding of what they are doing...
 May 2017 kelly jane
Alvaro
cursed
 May 2017 kelly jane
Alvaro
it's only in dreams
where our eyes meet

it's only in dreams
where our fingers interlock

it's only in dreams
where I don't miss you

but it's every night
where insomnia keeps me up
keeps me from you
keeps me from one
more
chance
 May 2017 kelly jane
mk
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 May 2017 kelly jane
mk
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i wrote a lot of great poetry when i was in love
i wrote even better poetry when i was in pain
i wrote the best poetry when i realized that the two emotions were actually the same.
 May 2017 kelly jane
Isabelle
Attentive
Benign
Considerate
Gentle
Magnanimous
Solicitous
Thougt­hful


All these related words..
The world will be more humane..
Be kind, just be, what you gonna lose?
 May 2017 kelly jane
Ryan Holden
Gin
 May 2017 kelly jane
Ryan Holden
Gin
Destination home,
My room begins to spin,
Memories of amusements,
And copious amounts of Gin!
Hangover.
 May 2017 kelly jane
Anderson M
My heart’s a ball of icicles
In shackles
Of manacles
it's nestled behind an "impenetrable"rib cage.
it can barely "breathe"
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