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"Show Me Where Your Freedom Lies,
And Streets Are Fields That Never Die"
-- The Doors


Your face is of porcelain,
Features soft that drip to marble like wine..
And fan me with diamonds
thrown from the hands of children to my body.
They sting hard, and Burn deep into my skin..
[Like Stars To Trust]

The city lights intoxicate me,
Breathing all in...like smoke.
It.Fills.My.Lungs.
(It always has, I must say...
Drifting)
To singe the surface and break down into you..
Beautiful..
You are so beautiful.
As the word fading captures me,
I am frantic.
I'd breathe to sing to you,
Relief that I hope to find.
Your blue surrounds my eyes,
Deep... Inside.
Honest White Lights Shine,
Crushing All Hope.
But truth, love..
is hope.
Hope...
is all hope...
Ohh, Porcelain... Dont fade to me,
Dont Leave Me Alone In This Sad Street.
I think I used to wish
You (you) were untouchable....
---But your easily broken heart
is not only mine---
I must give you away,
and
feel that sting
F O R E V E R

Decorate me love,
give me scars to remember you by.
An occurence of yesterday,
A taste of tomorrow.
Beautiful, I'll tell you until
I cannot speak anymore
... and you know this.
Butterflies tear at my face,
Leaving collected prayers
and traces of R E G R E T to shine,
to show... ( to show.. to show)
My will is nothing when
in your horizon..

These eyes have seen you for all you are,
and
you can never take that from me...

But regardless of future,
I'll know I've had you now.
Take it Back For Me,
And... You,
We Will Celebrate.
the doors close to us,
feathered smiles will not keep you happy any longer.
Look.At.Me.
And speak those words that I know you linger on,
That tremble at the edge of your tongue...

Never like me,
I shake in expectation..
Remove me from your memory..
How could you?
--If I Ever Really Mattered At All.
So sing to me, sing to me something sweet.
I'm letting today travel far away,
and dreaming the rest of forever..
Soon, I Will Be..

I (my own..)
Love (to be loved, to be)
You (a possession never, a promise burned)

String Me To Your Hands,
your H A N D S, hold me..



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On Tuesday December 14th, 2004, blue (1866) writes:
...your writing is my favorite addiction...I am now and forever ~perfectly enchanted~


On Tuesday December 14th, 2004, blue (1866) writes:
...don't start charging me now ;) ~b


On Tuesday December 7th, 2004, Rone4611 (157) writes:
Hott! A Doors fan! Join the club! Anyway, this was awesome. I think someone needs a hug *hug*


On Sunday November 28th, 2004, Railway_Butterfly (485) writes:
'Ooh procelain...Don't fade to me,Don't leave me alone in this sad street'...'Decorate me love,give me scars to remember you by'This is fantastic work hun,sincerely beautiful and uniquely expressed...(I love the doors quote at the beginning too ;) )


On Sunday November 28th, 2004, Railway_Butterfly (485) writes:
'Your face is of porcelain,features soft that drip like marble wine..and fan me with diamonds'..beautiful line...I love some of the images here,they accent the emotions is this in the most wonderful way...


On Tuesday November 2nd, 2004, rondant (77) writes:
I love the last line best....What a visual


On Tuesday November 2nd, 2004, Lynaes (1169) writes:
This is precisely why you had to go straight to my favourites.. Such unique expression of emotions, strong imagery throughout.."give me scars to remember you by. An occurence of yesterday, A taste of tomorrow." true and passionate.. lovely work hon.


On Tuesday November 2nd, 2004, Solace (1435) writes:
You came you wrote you conquered...enough said... :)


On Monday November 1st, 2004, Raze Drake (109) writes:
your H A N D S, hold me.. forgotten what it was like. . . . . continue on with the words. . . . . someone needs to speak their truth.


On Monday November 1st, 2004, Zhee (654) writes:
~Decorate me love, give me scars to remember you by~ this was an absolutely beautiful piece of work..


On Monday November 1st, 2004, Munkey (89) writes:
Oh well now ain't that something else, i must say that i really really like this one yes i do i like this one how bout you!!!? -Munkey-


On Monday November 1st, 2004, elisa (1931) writes:
inspired by The Doors...true brilliance...it's like taking a delicate breathe of forever...this is refreshing to read...i love it:) elisa


On Monday November 1st, 2004, suicideseason (2172) writes:
Wow...amazing piece.i love the passage that Valentine mentioned...this was so easy to fall into.


On Monday November 1st, 2004, suicideseason (2172) writes:
...Oh...the Doors quote was a great touch.


On Monday November 1st, 2004, Valentine (519) writes:
"String Me To Your Hands, your H A N D S, hold me." ~ I love you . . your poems are outstanding . . this is just glorious . . i am so indulgent in your work. Something about the first verse leaves me spellbound. ~ Rose ~


On Monday November 1st, 2004, MindRape (875) writes:
wow....this is very deep and stings my already broken hear tway too much to reread it again right now. Just know that i think your lyrical (cuz this sounds like a song to me) mind is genius



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