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  Aug 29 Khoisan
evangeline
Living Sadness in a world that doesn’t stop moving,
Just because you’re sad

Forgiveness on the tip of the tongue

The strange intimacy of unspoken truths
Of sacred silence
Of quiet, forbidden longing  

The mad unfurling of a blueish love-
A love somewhere between earth and sky
Friend and Foe
Flame and ash and all that burns

Folding a corner
Turning a page
Finishing a book
Keeping it on the shelf
Forever,  
Even if just for the memory

These are the things,
The things that make me think of you.
She runs rampant,
Dancing with the demons,
While the angels
Flutter dauntless above.

A combination of both,
She is,
Filled with endless, burning love.

Eyes of flames,
That lick at the lips,
And a mouth,
Of sinful wit and smoke.

She has a laugh,
That draws lovers near,
And snakes to Eden.

And her tears,
Which shake the world,
And make Heaven itself cry.

She is perfect.

And she is a monster.

She is the fiery one,
With six, great wings
To hold her high above it all.

Enjoy the view,
But do not be fooled,
She is the fiery one,
With the deepest depths to fall.
- C.c
Khoisan Aug 29
I wish I could be
a megasomeone
as a Minion
BLT
Merriam Webster
Word of the day Diminution
  Aug 29 Khoisan
kevin
I'm her poor old Johnny Ray

Come on Eileen

Scroll to you civil rights today

They are lost this easily in time
  Aug 29 Khoisan
Nigdaw
angels dance in the inferno
of creativity
untouched by it's heat
just illuminated in flame
while I stumble through
a forest
with trees I couldn't bring
to life on a page
but Blake in his divine
madness
saw angels in the branches
  Aug 29 Khoisan
Nigdaw
my mother in law
lies on a gurney in a corridor
waiting for a bed
a limbo
between treatment and death
either way
the corridor clears
for the next contestant
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