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 Apr 2015 Shylah S
Mike Essig
The gentlest eyes
I have ever seen
but also, I think,
a bit fierce,
like a baby tiger.
Such an exquisite,
elegant contradiction.

   ~mce
Love baby tigers...
 Apr 2015 Shylah S
Katie Ann
You're a mess,
And I'm obsessed,
Just kiss me when you go.
( Sonnet )*

I once caught you naked by the sea,
No one noticed, such noble shyness,
Invited to worlds, aloof as sun breeze,
Of purple sands, heathered highness.

In novae of your eyes was shipwreck,
Forlorn beacon chiding the weary lost
Of new worlds lumbered on the decks,
Seabirds caroled up wing, heavens' loft.

Skin, fleshy of netted eel, salt and foam,
Was hide for a brigand, lubbers sessions,
Sheered by sheen, blinding sky of gloam,
Stars runged on their draped processions.

My seal, now fate, cloak within jubilance;
Coral sea wave, slips under moon dance.
In Celtic myth, if a man steals a female selkie's skin she is in his power and is forced to become his wife.  Female selkies are said to make excellent wives, but because their true home is the sea, they will often be seen gazing longingly at the ocean.  Sometimes, a selkie maiden is taken as a wife by a human man and she has several children by him.

Selkies (also spelled silkies, selchies; Irish/Scottish Gaelic: selchidh, Scots: selkie fowk) are mythological creatures found in Scottish, Irish, and Faroese folklore.  Selkies are said to live as seals in the sea but shed their skin to become human on land. The legend is apparently most common in Orkney and Shetland and is very similar to those of swan maidens.
I feel, too, intensely .
I wish I didn't,
I really do
If I didn't feel like this,
than knowing you aren't actually mine
Wouldn't hurt so ******* much.
I wish I could just feel things normally
I wish I could look at you without swooning
I wish I could be in your company without being captivated by you.
I don't dislike how I feel about you,
I dislike how much I wish we were a we.
I can get used to being alone again.
But I can't get used to being this distraught.
It's getting hard not to beg for one more kiss.
 Apr 2015 Shylah S
MV Blake
When you went to sleep today,
I counted all the steps
That sat between you and me,
Like miles and miles of roads,
So many twists and turns;
The path was lost without a trace.

Is it strange to think
That we judge our love
By distance to our hearts?
Or do we choose to use
The ground between us
To fill that empty space?

So explain these tears
That fall together,
Sliding down my cheek
To join my other fears,
Of romance and careers,
As we drive this finite race.
For my Uncle Alec, who passed away this morning.
 Apr 2015 Shylah S
wordvango
freedom
 Apr 2015 Shylah S
wordvango
hiding away un-understood
in a closet dark, under hood
myself hating
afraid to face myself
or any other,
"have I done me any good?"

let no other tale, tell this wicked tale
never truth, issues from another lip
all is couched much hidden,
the further the mouth from what
is said, there is exemplor,
the love of hate.

that then a witness of a sweet word meant
from master, is always a command to slaves,
never free never solved
ever to strive for freedom, for
liberty.
 Apr 2015 Shylah S
XIII
Alchemy
 Apr 2015 Shylah S
XIII
To gain, something of equal value must be lost.
Alchemy.
What I learned from Fullmetal Alchemist.
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