+-Keshia-+
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Post by +-Keshia-+ on Apr 26, 2003 23:53:40 GMT -5
[written beauty]
Verbal verses lay sleeping on her tongue, Moistened down into a silent serenade. Audible silence echo off the canyon of her pout, Lashing out onto manufactured tree juices. Crimson blood spat; ink from her soul Penetrates tissue-thin crumpled paper Tells the secrets of melancholy & euphoria, Potpurri of senses, medley of tears & bliss. Dancing alphabets finally breathe and rest Halt to form lanterns of unspoken words Freak accident of inspiration injures itself And lays spouting metallic red on parchment.
[playground bliss]
A hypnotic moonlight sonata flirts with The still air that suffocates my senses And dances upon the edge of the swings & see-saws that i perched on a time before Laughter of a man so exquisitely intoxicating Drunkens me as he insistently grabs my hand And then his kindergarten cheers of joy Slowly kisses me and i unknowingly..Smile. As your hands grasp my hips and twirl me Around like the ballerina i used to be You lower me down into a state of euphoria I am speechless; my heart in absolute bliss. So i pray to you, my playground love Whisk me away on the stags of the Varnished carnival merry-go-round Make me scream like i did when i was 6.
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