{I've grown too fond of the solid ground you bring. . .
I dream every night in safety, knowing you'll be
singing melodies broken in the morning}
I wish it was all chance..
This can't be true, not forever.
You're the most stunning sight I'd ever dreamt to see.
Cut of ivory and scratched with shining glass
...
I'm begging you to scream murder,
and stop my slow heart
...
These pearls are too heavy for my bandaged arms to lift,
I'd place them on your shoulders so that you might feel the burden of shock in your mind, in your indecisive mind.
The hard pink rush of kissing you melts me,
like acid floods the ocean floor and takes the creatures one by one.. to place them into the new flesh painting.
Cutting my voice into several severed sounds
(I mumble incantations, Proud)
Distance pulls us closer. . .
So take my hand, but leave my body shackled down by the
thorn-strung vines.
I want to be a part of you forever, and know your caramel swirled tongue is my own to linger on.
. . . Dare me to trust that you still know of all you do...
these pavement drawn designs burn into my flesh, like twitching marijuana.. scratching at my face, pulling me out of my bed.. I need you.
I want someone to teach me the trips,
to seduce me into sexual-movement slips.
Until I am pure and white.. and ready for your choking body to daze into my unpure form.
You are perfectly sculpted from the strongest marble. . .
. . . and your blood is that of the finest-aged wine
.I Thirst.
and marooned stars scatter themselves in your feminine locks.
They too, once were lost.
Do my arms cradle you?
only being in your presence puts me to static lullabied sleep..
{you made it something it could have never been}
Isn't it strange how your illuminated hands can pierce through the aging sky as soft as the virgin's skin?
they shine, so bright
. . . . . . . .
you repeat those falling leaves, as they rot themselves straight off the tree
.like I've always known you'd do to me.
tear me, and end it at that finally.
tear through me..
and
let
it
end
...
Copyright 2004 BeautifulCalamity
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It seems like you're some state of trance. That everything is in slow motion. At least it's some of the characteristics that defines your works. Like it, but i'm not fond of the colors and points you used as some kind of decoration.
On Tuesday December 28th, 2004, Sepulcrawl (106) writes:
This is really quite lovely.. but I'm afraid my concentration waned and I missed some of it. That is no commentary on your work, just that I am sleepy right now. Good shit. Have a look at some of mine, I would love to know what you think
"Cut of ivory and scratched with shining glass" Lovely, just lovely. You have some great talent.
On Friday December 3rd, 2004, Twilight (2101) writes:
"Distance pulls us closer. . ." i never knew you kicked this much ass. but yeah..you do. and i couldnt be prouder. you rock the poetic world...damn.
On Monday November 29th, 2004, Valentine (508) writes:
This carries me through absolute beauty and agony..something of an unshifting world laced with dream-like smiles, red rose lacerates and frothy fantasies. A winged perfection, my dearest calamity. . . You never cease to amaze me. ~ Rose
On Friday December 3rd, 2004, indefined (713) writes:
What Rose said lol. I'm at a loss to add more. astounding.
On Sunday November 28th, 2004, K_Love (688) writes:
"and your blood is that of the finest-aged wine .I Thirst." This blew me away.. Imagery and word mixes create something beautiful.. and this is forever beautiful.
this was beautifully picturesque... some profound imagery and great verses here... great write!
On Sunday November 28th, 2004, frozen (747) writes:
very beautiful
On Sunday November 28th, 2004, Full blame (33) writes:
this is beautiful throughout, it needs no allusion to pearls. I like the title
On Sunday November 28th, 2004, torn_beauty (103) writes:
i love this. its like swirling emotions that i cant quite grasp. awesome.
On Sunday November 28th, 2004, blue (1740) writes:
Calamity, there is alot of great lines and images here, but this one kind escapes me...here me out,;)...now, the last stanza; so perfect! ~~more spoopy dances~~ B
On Sunday November 28th, 2004, blue (1740) writes:
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