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she is a rendering in darker inks of lighthearted subjects
the eloquently illustrated surrealistic seduction of the heart
demure yet ravishing sexualization
the ideal of beauty offering itself up like a sacrifice
at the alter of some wanton hedonistic temple to gods of lust
she looks up at me from her practiced good girl gone naughty dream
and tells me that she wants me
wants it all to be perfect
like in the paris magazines
wants it all to be crafted in perfumed perfection
near to goddess as human can be
she is rendered in darker inks
but i am captivated by the lovely
entranced by the beautiful
enraptured by the perfection
as only darker inks can be
your thoughts don't even fill the universe when you
think about it. they float about looking for someone
to cure their loneliness while they try to be heard.
but what if no one hears them?
what if they float out there forever reaching
empty heads and empty hearts and exploding
into stars.
what if those unspoken words are those
stars you look at every night, and what if
they're slowly killing you like you're slowly
killing me. Your unspoken thoughts are stars
that explode and travel in the universe,
but your spoken words fly through the earth
threatening everyone. They fill the sky
and turn it blue, making everyone gasp
in awe. It's important to have
your thoughts heard but sometimes it's
nice to see the stars from so far away,
and it's so hard to choose.
All year long I've been treading water.
I've got lost at sea
And storms took me by surprise here and there.
I've drowned more than once,
But now I am riding,
As what seems to be,
An endless wave.
we topple down like droplets from the nozzle
into cold stainless steel sinks slipping into drains
surging though claustrophobic copper pipes
to only escape our confinement in earthly graves
 Dec 2014 Catrina Sparrow
Tom t
I see organization in Anarchy
I find peace in choas
I never feel alone when isolated
I view simple things as the most complex
I'm blinded by the light of darkness

I sense calmness in riots
I discover purity in sins
I catch a glimpse of sunshine in rain
but one thing i cannot see
is the happiness in my mind
Friday,
you smiled at me,
as I made my way out of the wreckage

Your smile was all I noticed,
set in your soft face,
teeth brighter than energy-savers
Now I know why you still smoke

And now it seems,
every man clad in black or grey,
a trench coat that buttons up to the neck,
is you..

You are an effigy,
of every man who masqueraded under the guise,
of potential lover

Who fumbled for their phones,
requesting mobile numbers,
Whose sallow hands have caressed me,
unwanted

But their teeth were unseen

Yours are a badge,
you proudly show off,
in all those smiles,
you give like gifts to me

But I can not keep them,
because they belong to the girl,
whose swollen lips you kissed,
not long ago

There is always another,
who expects your smile,
and knows by heart,
            The number of teeth you keep
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