~wornsolace
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spring gardenno interest a lack of dedicationspring garden
my life is constant movement
and every once in awhile
i stop
to let my fingers
outline
the essence of life growing in pots
and producing nectars
beyond anything i could ever create
and i guess that is where inspiration grows in spring roots
with new sun
by ~wornsolace
the air is consumedthe air is consumedthe air is consumed
and the silence exhaled cheeks tender and knuckles stiff
collapsing would be easy like giving in so we move prints in the snow
understanding the temptation (to succumb to temptation) of the coldest slumber is not the way we imagined
this adventure drags on and the romance is over
the air is consumed our breath is exhaled limbs deadening
and hearts sinking
the warmest womb would not collect
our frozen eyelashes
the awareness is clear for an honest end
by ~wornsolace
leaving homeeight floorsleaving home
i perch
the sadness is bottled not sure where it is
i sigh lights bright and wind brisk the trees flutter flit flit
how surprising it would be to tell my old me
this is life
and laughter still flows with a only a few howls (from the queen of the castle) your hands are still warm and will wait for me
on every visit
eight floors means several things after all we can't live at home forever
by ~wornsolace
who we werewho we werewho we were
i keep forgetting
and i close my eyes they blot my hands are restless i used to write slanted calligraphy
now i grasp for those days of words
now we just sin we lie, and smile to push down everything we thought we may be
i wanted to be a writer with stilt legs and
straight hair i thought we were just growing and changing
now i realize
we are just hiding who we are
i miss your hands and the agony of broken
not just auto brush and repeat the leaves shrivel &
by ~wornsolace
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+alone my own+don’t misinterpret my willingness for subservience and make no mistake you’re not my savior,+alone my own+
nor am I yours.
I am a woman, and
With fierce independence [I shout]
your voice is not needed to amplify or give weight to mine. echoing infinitely, it will be heard even after i have ceased to speak.
and just because i bleed, i do not bleed for you. [my gift][my curse] but mine, and not
yours.
and i am mine
my breath leaves my chest - it doesn't seek you out. it's my contribution to the world; r
by ~sHAttEreDpoEteSs
questionswhat is it that attracts me to the attractions in you what kind of explanation could there possibly be for figuring out the us could we blame it all on chemistry or on artistic vision orquestions
a dreamer's soul or
wanting to control something is it destiny or wishful thinking or just loneliness
that finally gets to us in the end.
what keeps the attraction from fading away
or has it already, just
blindly ignored by a couple of kids who
crave to be wanted
by ~sHAttEreDpoEteSs
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- Current Residence: Canada.
- Interests: Poetry.
- Favourite movie: Gun shy, White Oleander, Joan of Arc, Trainspotting, High Art, Grumpy old Men
- Favourite band or musician: Bright Eyes, Johnny Cash, Bob Dylan, Bowie, Joseph Arthur
- Favourite genre of music: Folk.
- Favourite artist: Conor
- Favourite poet or writer: Emily Dickinson, Margaret Atwood
- Favourite game: Tetris. Mario for NES.
- Personal Quote: Life is Inevitable. Love is pure accident.
- Tools of the Trade: Ink.
- Email: solacemysoul@hotmail.com
- MSN: solacemysoul@hotmail.com
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