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Tilly Jun 2012
I'm just exploring the possibilty of
giving something more of me.
A little bit of naughtiness,
so rich, but rarely seen.
A darker side.
My wild
devil
she.

SO
if,
upon her
RED lettered
voyeuristic discovery
therell be gasping punctuation
(it's written, mostly, on bended knees)
&  s   p   r   e   a   d   i   n  g  the words out
on naked sheets ~ it's all for the tempted ~ eyes to see

<3

Should you wish to
Would you wish (too)
Could you?

;)

Come With Me

***
Seriously now guys ... as if I would!

With a nod to Paul Gurrieri & his awesome poem, Come With Me
... a reaction to which, inspired me to pen this whimsy :)
Tilly Jun 2012
Orbiting freely,

black holes silently spin me,

within an unconquered void of darkness;

Supernova implosions, rebirth, ensuring starlit skies.
as light and dark collide *remember* we are all made of ...carbon

~ the shining stars amongst us truly use it better than others ~

<3
Tilly Jun 2012
That heart you'd kept safe,
then returned cold and blue..
It still leaks when it beats,
leaving ***** stains of you.
Can you see the twist?
Tilly Jun 2012
I
was
whole
on my own
okay
at the start til
you came along &
wide-bust my heart
& made me believe love
means two parts of US pair.
"You'd always love me &
always be there."
BUT
 reality shone brightly
YOU
had
no
care.
SO
I'll
worship you
not. no longer. no more.
YOU
prey
when you're sorry & you're left all alone,
as lights in that tunnel guide you down home.
For the journey, I wish you good luck and good health  
for without you, i would've been stuck on my shelf
:)
revised as I hated the last line .. but it still makes me smile ...
*As I give thanks for lessons you've taught me ~ the new & the blue~ ne'erbefore seen from my shelf!*
Tilly Jun 2012
The balance shifted,

as the world became silent.

Yet somewhere in the cosmic stillness,

a single lotus flower bloomed.

<3
Tilly Jun 2012
you're a lovely twit, i see you there,
sat          up          high
day       n       night
in the twit
twoo tree.
Watching
years fly pass.
Hungrily devouring those
  precious stolen morsels, you sigh,
longing for the tastiest dish
lost in the long grass.
You
are
tw   oo.
Spanning wide, spreading high, strength from the roots, honest sap in the bark, all that you are
a beautiful, wonderous, lifesource
yet
evil lurks
amongst the whispering green.
Pretty owls who are pecking all the pie, when
eye cleansing rain reveals them, as painted little crows on haunches;
Greedy selfish birds, only feathering their own nests, trying before they buy.
So wait, you will, for the phoenix of your dreams. Soon. She'll emerge so bright
as the smoke becomes her, perhaps with a flame for you, to burn the grasses of her hiding place.
Some nonense from a wise old owl ... for a dear and true twit twoo !

.... with a promised phonenix for Melissa :) x
Tilly Jun 2012
.
honest                                                 rawness stains the ****** white                                paper      
      heard                             ­                            in the silent                                                 pleas,
   ­         haunting                                            words as they                                           pursue,
                    hues                                        ­  vividly coloured                                     portray,
                        hunted                                 m­y dreams with                               possession,
                  ­           honouring                     language and life                       punctuating,
                         ­         haptic                    senses which enflame             passions.
                                        honed          ­       this soul, for me, i            pen
Another whimsical distraction from what I really should be doing instead :)
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