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the half- moons in your fingernails
fell that night, the soul
within your nail beds
filtering out with the grace of god
and you shuddered as they went,
wishing you'd had
some kind
of warning.

that grace,
it surrounded you
like silk, there was a candle
in your chest that flickered softly
just waiting for someone to notice
its quiet and tender smoke

and when desire filled you up
some nights, you held a violet close
to your heart and dared it to catch fire,
watched it turn to dust in your hands

this ashen life,
you couldn't find
what you searched for
in the sand -- you bit your lip
and cradled your own brokenness
in your palms, the heat from those
blue eyes tried to keep it warm
and my god i wish they had

because that morning,
when you kissed me?
i could feel the ashes
sparking on your tongue
This one feels rough to me. Thoughts?
 May 2012 Sarah Meow
kaylee adamz
we go together
like standing
in front of the fridge
with a fork in hand
at 1am in the dark
one gulp of milk
straight from the jug
and picking off from
yesterday’s chinese food
that is still cold
and sitting in a to-go box
on the top shelf
Your enigmatic nails
beget sweet pain and sanguineous pleasures,
make me wriggle, blabber;
  *an exquisite healing method with  groovy madness.
In the space of mind,
listening silence beyond senses;
inner sea and winds dissolve,
**I am in essence the universe.
Hypnotic air looks at my heart
while the world waits
to rebuild the pain of old wounds
by turning back and twisting words.
Still, I offer up heaven as I write
inside a web of remembrance
where a fire burns in the darkness
of everything I ever said
that was not heard.  

Overnight the feelings of innocence
tremble on my shoulders
but the night still asks me
where you are
when I look out the window.
I began to wonder
if I spelled out storm
inside my web
to create a field capable of keeping
this smile on my face
sweet.......
and oh so slow.  

One day I will walk to a place I know
where there are rooms
where I can escape from the world
waiting to rebuild my pain.
I will then write with naked eyes
words that tell shattered glass
to be silent
while hypnotic air
becomes a gateway
for my smile's refrain.
Copyright @20l2 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
 May 2012 Sarah Meow
dj
ILOVEYOU.txt
 May 2012 Sarah Meow
dj
"It's a universal urge to pair up." They say.

It's 3 words and
Suddenly files are executing
Auto-running and auto-installing.
When you've been alone,
It's like
Every rancid dream inside of you is
Awakened. Hyper aware & readied
Preprogrammed bugs start to run.
Users in remote locations
Triggered by tracking cookies
Wheel- in backdoor worms
And all I have to do is click

I/O corrupted
Cloudy decisions, decisions

Ads for free cars, free girlfriends
Glittering pop-ups.
"Hot guys in your area!"
But **** is for the lonely
Bait;
A smiling **** Madonna 
accompanied by
Beguiling hooks, fly-paper,
You-name-it

Can't tell if I'm in love or in lure.
But I have to go for it.
And that's the point.

"I love you"
[Click]
LOVE-LETTER-FOR-YOU by me.
In a dream I shall feel
The wings of the world unfolding, and
Worlds spinning on the axis of mad journeys;
And the seas breaking turquoise, upon their rippled surface.

In the heart of the ears
I shall hear the shivering willows, dreaming their
Wood-smoke dreams, full of sap and  funneled sunlight;
Pierced by light for a thousand years

And the flowers sleeping nestled in stars;
Gathered in the deep, among the wood-thrushes,
In coagulated violet forests, all shadowed and dark:
And a whispered peace barely rustles this world.
At the center of the planet,
I believe there is a fountain.
I think that once you've made it through
the Earth's core, its hardened shell,
you pass through the curtain into the heart
of everything, and there,
you'll see it for the very first time.

The fountain would be simple,
shaped from rough grey stone.
The water rushing softly over pebbles
tossed into the pool at its base, left
by every traveler who's passed through
before you.

You have a pebble of your own.
You've kept it since you started digging,
and it's stayed with you since, lighting
your way when things grew dark, and
showing you where to go when you've
gotten lost. It's kept you company, when
no one else could.

Let the pebble slide through your fingertips
like a cool summer's rain, and keep your hands
held outstretched, make sure you don't
miss anything. This is important.
This is what you've been waiting for.
The Earth receives your blessing.

She is waiting for you outside the curtain,
and as soon as you pass through, she takes
your hand. The evening shadows in your heart
pull back, receive the light, and you fall into step
with the tide. And this, never forget this:
the moon will always sing you home.
I'm not sure yet how I feel about this one. It seems more like a fantastical myth than a poem. Please let me know what you think works well and what you think could be changed, I'd like some help with it.
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