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Constant ReversalI have found more understanding Locked in the glassy eyes of portraits Than all your artificial smiles could yield.Constant Reversal
Your laughter, Slow and satisfied, Grates against my dreams, Seeping through the unclosed seams: Beneath my skin desires to hide.
There is no way to speak an honest word While you are in the room. Your poison haunts the walls.
The morning, Hovering pallid grey, Retreats to kinder, gentler things, Away it goes on quavering wings: Its lips have nothing more to say.
The night is long and trudges by, An
by ~twilightseeker
QuicksilverQuicksilver Slithering fingers Through silt and loam, Over leaf and bough Approaching.Quicksilver
Awoken from a daydream, The whisper is in your head, Murmuring like the sea, Calling from far away, Pulling with unseen hands, Feather-thin and brutal.
In the light from the frosted window You will glimpse them,
Childlike glimmers in their eyes, Patient, Waiting, Never shy, They do so
Adore you.
They conjure up your fears, Playing upon them with a subtle smile,
Deft as a demon,
Nimbly wicked. In
by ~twilightseeker
A Complaint to No OneThis is a good morning if you like darkness, drear and dank. The sky is shadowyA Complaint to No One
with a prolonged night, now mundane. Do not tell me to smile I deserve my light, not this pitch.
Confused, you inquire as to my dismay. Can you wonder?
It is now half past nine, may as well be night: it’s the same. I have stared long enough at this rotting house, wretched morass. Where do your rights come from? And where are mine now? Ludicrous.
I would spit on these chains, but they would bite back like cowards.
Keep
by ~twilightseeker
Half-ShapeHalf-shape expelled: it bloomed too early. Where is your twin?Half-Shape
As yet unformed, you were meant for more. Sink into the waters unfinished, gazing longingly
into the reflection of this half-life.
You hear her whispering through the years unseen, it may have been, were you complete it could have been were she born too.
Falling down, the moments taunt you
with a transient proposition: go back to your watery womb. Disdain never died harder.
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- Current Residence: Alaska
- Interests: Writing, reading, foreign languages, linguistics, logic, music, history, games, puzzles, cryptograms
- Favourite band or musician: Enya, Joe Hisaishi, The Mediaeval Baebes, Yoko Kanno, Loreena McKennitt, John Cale, Kray Van Kirk
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