

Lines To -And By- EmilyI Unto my books so good to turn, I many times thought peace had come like trains of cars on tracks of plush.Lines To -And By- Emily
II Split the lark and you'll find the music;
my cocoon tightens, colors tease the murmur of a bee.
III While I was fearing it, it came: Delight becomes pictorial. It struck me every day: I see thee better in the dark.
IV My Wheel is in the dark -- Much madness is divinest sense, the soul unto herself,
her grace is all she has.
V Could I but ride indefinite, the moon was but a chin of gold


Siren Songendless waves of gray rollSiren Song
until they meet with the horizon, flat sky white as a canvas mast.
a voice of silver, a tongue of blue-orange lust that promises to devour with hot kisses the ropes of order that keep me here
on this suburban hill- the flick of my Bic lighter is a fricative, seductive prelude to the crackle of the gray chaparral, aflame.


Unlucky..for lack of better...Sevens not lucky when youre nine, and ride, seven times, the giant dragon swing at an amusement park you despise,Unlucky..for lack of better...
because theres no line and because your friends insist Seven times your scant weight lifts off the bench,
a hundred feet in the air held only by the harness made by man,
and even your nine-year-old mind
knows this means it's fallible fall-able  


Sonnet IIIWhen did it shrink, this world, her universe to just this grassy field on which she lies next to this one imperfect boy? His terse words, tenor-timbred whispers, seem so wise to her naïve ears: Forget, oh, forget all youve been told, were not too young to know we love, their kisses murmur. No regrets, her generations anthem, an echo that thrums its cadence in her heart and veins. She gives herself; he takes, and its like drums beating on her heart: No Regrets. She feigns belief in whispered words of love, just crumbs to feedSonnet III
Devious Comments
--
To live is to want to be free, tied down by responsibilty is killing me, how can this be
--
I am the odd number between two evens,
A prime number,
An integer with infinite values.
I currently reside in Ada, Ohio. I'm attending a private university here and--I really miss my family back in California. Anyhow, this is so random, but you've got lovely poems.
--
"I love you more than my own skin." -- Frida Kahlo
that you required a dictionary makes me smile
--
"I Live My Life Close Up"
--
ARE YOU A WRITER?
Want exposure for your work?
Read This needs you!
[link]
+devwatch
I appreciate it a lot!
--
I probably
--
Dani-Dani, Jen,Eliz
Previous Page12 Next Page