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hEre aRe SoMe TrAGiCaLLy ANgELiC PoEmS
lOvE dRiVen PoeMs AnD qUOtES frOm ReaL lIVe RiOTs
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"TriALs" by jennifer altenbaumer
"You make me feel like feathers that burn" she said.
Swaddled in safety pins and handkerchiefs, she reaches for the unknown
spaces
above and pulls back a fistfull of fairydust.
"This is my dream, my lover, mycompanion, my hatred."
With her crimson lips, pouted and parted, she inhaled the element of
life.
Gazing down at her newborn ambition, the whispering seas quenched her
thirst,
reviving her.
The windows of her porcelain canvas had pointed north, and this is of
which
she awoke and proclaimed,
"In love we are born, then we die and ressurection begins!"
As each day goes to rest and the cycles turn like our mothers, she will
always fall like rain, like flowers in may.
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"UntITled"BY sARah
WHat are you looking for
when you drift away out there?
WHo do you see
when you are still looking at me?
i know how you fade way
in the dark hours of the night
and i know i am not that blind
as to think i am always on your mind
our romance was over
the night i signed myself away
our love was frozen
when i had finally chosen
that although together we would stay
i would always just be in your way
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"DiMeNsIonS" (joisy) ©
i
stand alone
seeing the wave sof me slide
into and through
a transparent, fidgeting you
as i hold
peices of shining me
(which you are allowed to see)
outstretched
in my thiry-eight fingered palm
inside where anger manifests calm.
i
stand alone
behold a shining star
while my knowledge
a fucking heart
falls all apart
as you giant, cram yours into me
until my own sunshine i am blind to see
all the dimensions in between
[intended love, produced as mean]
a tender massacre/ to feed your need
to clench some shared ruins between us
to live
in lies
only if we must.
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"UnTiTLEd" (sugary placenta)
Saturday, September 15, 2001
in the darkest of hours, she rapes me with all her power. her smile flows through me. like water out to sea. she makes me laugh at myself. and there will never be anyone else. she's my life support machine. she's the reason why i do it clean. i cry plastic tears at her feet. she cures me, filthy and deep. my sister, my mother, my other half. she's it all - do the math. wrapping myself in her arms, the most violent storms suddenly turn calm. her voice enfolds me like a rose grown wild. like a mother giving birth to a helpless child. i feed off of her and she feeds off of me. only this love will set me free. [everything everything everything]. i hung myself today. for once she couldn't take it all away. i guess all drugs wear off. and now i'm left with a bloodstain on the carpet and a cigarette in my hand. [nothing nothing nothing] I WILL DIE
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"pUPpEtEer's MeMOriAL" by jessica lane
the puppeteer's memorial
on a sunday afternoon
they all came wearing propers
and their patent leather shoes
and prayed they in the solemn wood
and sang the angel-birds
and brightly in the sheltering wood
their voices can be heard
sing sweet, my little darling
for the lord has come for thee
sing sweet, my little darling
now theres nothing left for me
sing sweet, my little darling
rest in all your shattered wood
i told them what they never knew;
your heart was always good.
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"FLusTer" (joisy) ©
i sent you letters in my mind
your words held them at home
unsent, althrough growing
flames of their own
to combust to ashes
to die, as like you
to distrust and forsake
as lovers sometimes do.
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"EviL's LovER" (Ophelia)
October 8, 2001
The long pale fingers
pull black satin sheets over my face
i wish for that Judas Kiss
And I want it more than anything right now
Although I know this pleasure
Will surely bring my death
I imagine the hands and the face i know I should not touch
It will take moments to live in his Eternity
I am drawn to this kiss
If this love does kill
Then I longingly await my death
If I be the martyr
Let this night be my guillotine
I shall die for this evil, forbidden love
A demon's passion from my darkest desires
Only I had known.
Now accepting my demon lover
I, too, give these kisses of men's masochist desires
I am the fallen angel of my own creation
mine and my Lover's.
And I love the deep secrets of the night
I am the dark enchantress of the hidden thoughts of Man
The hidden thoughts only imagined in a mortal's mind
Are real for me
The many faces of Good and Evil reign
Seductive Darkness, and the Purity of the Light.
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"BRuISeD wInGS" (Unmedicated)
My angel wings, the dusty wings
ached and bruised unconditionally
haven't flown, forever sore
a chip has broken in millions of more
the feathers of my angel wings, my dusty wings
molted, scarred, severly singed
i wanted him to mend my piontless wings
so i could fly to him and he'd see
i couldn't give the love he'd need
without this chance of my broken wings
i didn't take it effortlessly
i concluded i need not this fixed, feathered appendage
because whatever i need
is far from hell and heaven.
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"the sacred garden" by damien poe dempsey
pink strips of twilight
hold the sacred juice
that mother of nature
let to reproduce
in her kin, who men want to lay beside
you have the secret, you have where men want to reside
petal on a pedestal
down the river drifts
when i lay beside a butterfly, i want to respect her fiery gift
i say to my sisters:
resist
and embrace the toungue of a kiss from your unity kind... |
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"HonEy"(Unmedicated)
spit the honey out from dusk
paralyze my honeysuckle demon's lust
burning my eyes, why you must
savour my dew off your raw hide
drink my honey blood suicide
hit the ground you awful spy
dance around a little as you die
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