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Beguiling
Almost consoling
She was drawn
to his florid words
Like an innocent child
Mesmerized
by his antics
He kissed her
Soft hands
and all at once
She has fallen
Chained in his lair

She had a heart
of delicate petals
Disarming beauty
Immaculate
Pristine as the waters of the oceans
Her blood flows in flamboyance

He feeds on her soul
Insatiably
devouring her vitality
He likes to indulge himself
in her
Deliberate death
A precise inclination of his wickedness

Naive and unaware
She deteriorates
Like a dainty fruit
Bruised
with a rotting smell
That pervades
Her core bleeds
In dissolution

And her luster fades
Shriveled hands and face
Who will save her,
bring back her grace?



-Cancer, Margaret Austin Go
I found serenity
as I drown myself
in these salty tears
Ripples
severe the kind of longing
that succumbs
every part of my insides
In your absence
so perniciously
suffocating
my frail heart indulge
in these surge of montage
vivid memories of you
radiant,
warm,
ecstatic
I relinquish


-Longing, Margaret Austin Go
  Oct 2014 Skip Ramsey
Dr Strange
Have you ever starred in a mirror for so long you began to see just shapes
Nothing good or bad,just lines upon lines
You become so facinated by the art you see in the reflecting wall
You just began to lose yourself
Slowly forgetting about all the things you hated about yourself
Even the small things you actually like
For that short period of times nothing else seems to matter
The thought of being this perfect being that your not simply fades away
Gaining this self-confidence in yourself you never even knew you had
It's just a wonderful experience that you never want to lose
Then you snap back into reality
That moment you become so confused and sad for reason you don't know why
Thinking back in your life wondering where you went wrong
In most cases finding some false memory you want to believe is true
It's tragic really
You began to think why is life cruel
Hating ever little bit about it
Just becoming a hateful person in general
It's just sad
Why can't the images in the reflecting wall be reality

Just why...
I don't want you to say you love me because I only want the truth
I don't want you to say you can't live without me because that's too much to lose
I'd like you to say you want me, desire me, even after all the things I've been through
Because in reality, that's all I really need from you
I can live without the love unless it's really the truth
You can live without me, I'm not much to lose
But desire, want, need...  To touch, to feel, to taste...  That would make my day,
Not being desired, well..  It makes me wanna waste away
Although I think I love you, never knowing your touch...  
To actually never feel your skin, might just be too much
I don't need love, honestly... I'm not worth it anyways
But if I knew you desired me, intimately, it would get me through my days.
Lust on fingertips is better than love from lying lips
Love is a precarious thing
           A precious thing
When you're handed someones heart
               .......Hold it gently
Don't drop it or let it slip away
       Even when you can't love back
             For whatever reason you think
                  Care...
Care about them
      It's not too much to ask
Sometimes love is given
      With NO expectations
Simply because you're deserving
    There's nothing more to do
          Except, remember..
               Love is........
                       *A precious thing
Bewitched under reality's charm,
Never dreamt how it shall one day harm.
What was then,are not those now.
Lovers bloomed-beneath the icy flow
Fingers entwined,twitching the air
Abrupt happiness,they never stay.
Feel deep within,they always say.

What if they knew empty spaces-
Was this heart's only sweet escape.
Come close enough
And you shall see how-
Yesterday's flower wilted like a distant memory.
Lips tremble as they form your name,
The last strength to embrace-
Faded stars and footprints of grace.

Tell me someday,dreamers we all were-
To rebuild a broken landscape.
Spilled colors on that pale canvas-
Magic takes time-and there-
Fixed with the vow of tomorrow.
And here,I am home again.
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