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Martine Panzica Aug 2014
I shall scream Chopin
I shall bleed Monet
I shall whisper Rumi

They have poured their souls into my eyes and ears
Thus I will pour it back for them

Into this life and into this world
Till beauty rises like tidal waves over the heads of the lost

And we as one, will live it together

One soul, ceaselessly pushing love against the dark.
09/08/14
Martine Panzica Aug 2014
Ruby lips and silver spoons on teacups edge
Girls and boys they sink and swoon; pale cheeks turn red
As she strolls by

Eyes wide open like the moon on winter nights
Yet, much warmer, like the sun but not as bright.
They’re much softer

She sings pretty songs about the days to come,
Lark, oh won’t you sing those songs for only one
Such a siren

My heart is clutched by those slender fingernails
Seaside air without her seems to taste so stale
Oh, so empty

I shall greet the darkness with a pleasantry
Heaven knows that She will bring you back to me
Through sweet slumber.
Martine Panzica Apr 2014
I bought a dress that looks like the sea
I thought it could take me there
It pools, it waves, and it dances,
Blue with gold flecks, like when the sun kisses the surface

I bought a dress that looks like the sea
It ripples around me and I feel perfect,
Powerful, like she is
I could take down a hundred men with those waves

I bought a dress that looks like the sea
But when I wear it and I’m angry
I loathe you and I want to drown you
And I could, because I am the sea

I am the sea and I shall rock you to sleep;
I shall suffocate you and play with you
And the whole time I do it
I will be dancing.

— The End —