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wandabitch Apr 2013
jack frost was out to get you
to drunk to make my toes warm.
and
the deer stand needed to be thawed
out anyways.
too bad we missed the music
but
somehow it seemed warmer
once, I got a popsickle
cuz
when it snows it snows
it smells like winter
baby
January makes me hot sometimes
wandabitch Apr 2013
stretched far from sight
you bring a fire to the night
once all alone.

but not far from there
scortched desire
burns it up.

can't make up your mind,
you said.

make it simple please,
strike a beat
thunder punch the love,
into it..

not like a stranger's greeting.
wandabitch Apr 2013
you know its spring when,
a chalky finger points the way
on the face of broken pavement too,
a tulip gardens bed and,
a splash of color grows.

where a dragon sleeps just above,
a staircase of magic
and breaths.

while April airs the winter out,
a cacoon clear and empty.

all windows open wide
the sky looks down below,
gravity pulls a smile as
I whisper, "beautiful."
let me know what you think!
wandabitch Apr 2013
walking out in the after glow
thrown about in the drunk beyond,
looking for my wandering dog
laid out upon the ground.

battle scars black and blue
scratched up knees -all for you,
that fence post did me in.

shrouded in a dark disguise
my eyes did lie,
and down my pride goes.

please come home soon.
wandabitch Mar 2013
You follow all these twisting lines and wonder why your
      thoughts derail
    
      I can hear a sirens call and my ship ends up nowhere.
    
      Take it back and take it in
           Only time can tell.
    
      I found you there again
          In our sanctuary's light.
    
      The lamp is dim and the 
           Road is quiet,
    
      Just as a far away night.
    
      I can take a magic sign and bury all the neglect,
            I will make a memory of everything we've kept.
wandabitch Mar 2013
Can you not decide what *** you are derived?
perhaps you enjoy a good mystery.
and with that smile a fearsome pride turns up,
a girlish flip in fluorescent scales.

Or is it sadness that takes the air?
no wings to grasp the wind, no more.

My pet you are so adored.

By this fall blue feathers and sharp claws
will be in full demand.

And as a dragon decides to choose,
so it seems will you.
Kazul, my dearest blue green conure, named after the King of Dragons, who in fact was a girl, for you see, dragons choose their ***, and my sweet pet's; is and will be a constant question, for these birds are secretive in this manner.
wandabitch Feb 2013
I can't feel a thing, sitting beneath another cold wind.
Smoking an ******* note,
Slips between your moan.

Watching the night take another one.

Ashing a toxic sigh, yet the morning smiles.
And I keep ignoring sleep,
Who catches my darlings dreams.

Till I take another drag
Till I close the door
And take a ride on a cosmic lore.

Believe me, its peaceful under the moonlight.
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