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Oh, will you ever return to me,
My wild first force, will you return
When the old madness comes to
Blacken in me and to burn
Slow in my brain like a slow fire
In a blackened brazier - dull
like a smear of blood,
Humid and hot evil, slow-sweltering
up in a flood!
Oh, will you not come back, my fierce song?
Jubilant and exultant, triumphing over
the huge wrong
of that slow fire of madness that feeds
on me - the slow mad blood
thick with its hate and evil, sweltering
up in its flood!
Oh! will you not purge it from me -
my wild lost flame?
Come and restore me, save me from the
intolerable shame
Of that huge eye that eats into my
Naked body constantly
And has no name,
Gazing upon me from the immense and
Cruel bareness of the sky
That leaves no mercy of concealment
That gives no promise of revealment
And that drives us on forever with its
lidless eye
Across a huge and houseless level of
a planetary vacancy
Oh, wild song and fury, fire and flame,
Lost magic of my youth return, defend
me from this shame!
And Oh! You golden vengeance of bright
song
Not cure but answer to earth's wrong
The fragrance of the pink lotus
fails, the jade mat hints of autumn.
Softly I unfasten my silk cloak,
Who is sending a letter from
among the clouds?
When the swan message returns,
the balcony is flooded with moonlight.

The blossoms drift on, the water flows.
There is the same yearning of the heart,
But it abides in two places.
There is no way to drive away this yearning:
Driven from the eyebrows,
It enters the heart.
 May 2013 paige elliott
Samantha
What a Fragile Thing you are
With blood that falls between your heart
With lungs of steel made from hurt
With years of pain you never earned

What a Timid Thing you are
With scars that mark your arms
With tears that stain against your cheeks
With time that never seems to sleep

What a Scared Thing you are
With bones that crack in the dark
With eyes that glow of unscathed light
With love that breaks your will to fight
But you'll be okay
 May 2013 paige elliott
SeaChel
I have never understood why people
fear death.

To me, death is like a simple
"good-night"
that one never wakes up from.
 May 2013 paige elliott
SeaChel
LSD
 May 2013 paige elliott
SeaChel
LSD
Faces morphing
Colors changing
Hearts convulsing
Ceilings spazzing
Hands shaking
Reality vanishing

-

What

is

anything?
Very controversial topic, yet, art at its highest peak.
smoke curls
like a mother's soft hand
forming gently against
infant bodies
 May 2013 paige elliott
SeaChel
Body, Mind, and Soul:
I am weak.
I feel nothing.
 May 2013 paige elliott
Clarisa
Some days maybe I want
To be burned
Somedays maybe I want
To touch the
Fire
Maybe somedays I want
To feel
I looked upon this boy
a stranger that I'll never know,
and i had an emotion so strong,
it flashed like a star against my vision;
white hot and blinding
my veins searing
every inch
filled with a new passion
I wanted him to see me
to look on me with more than
just eyes
more than the simple sight
of a friendly passerby on the street-
but to really look at me
study every angle of my face,
the curve of my lips
as they unfold like falling petals.
I wanted to be the inspiration of a painting
he'll create one day,
edges all soft and blurred
colors calm and fleeting
like the single moment we had,
knowing everything
and nothing
My back touched the fabric
of the couch
as I slouched and tilted my head.

I let my elbow fell on the armchair
as my thumb flew between my lips
and my teeth perched on its flesh.

My forefinger
ran back and forth, restlessly,
on my nose bridge

as I inhaled the details
of your head thrown backward,
your hair suspended in midair.

some strands draping down your chest,
your mouth half open,
your secret self and your entire being

all seducing my peripheral vision.
~Lacus Crystalthorn 2013
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