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A shadow, a ghost,
form hidden within layers
of aging fabric.
A city doorway is all
the shelter she can hope for.
Expensive NicetiesExpensive Niceties
Let’s spend all we have
‘Cause pain is so expensive
Do we have enough cash?
Winter Left MeThe sounds of laughter,
And the four strong cooled spring winds,
Are drifting through me
Like a hollow conch that sings
Of winter's abandonment.
False SubtletiesLipstick hangs like blood
on her lips - she smiles, eyes dance
behind masked exterior
of decaying skin
that droops the edges of her
eyes like secret masquerade.
Find ResolveFIND RESOLVE
Funny how it sounds like Reself. Maybe it is. Maybe I just need to figure myself out. Start from scratch. Again. I'm going to try to be a better person. I don't have to do it alone, but I can't stay dependent. I need to break off ties--romantic ones. I just hope I can do it and not switch over to the next guy. That is what I am most afraid of. Never learning from my mistakes. Going from one guy to the next. Seeing how long I can pull the strings till someone snaps. And, oddly enough, trying to find the means to put it back together so I can pull it again. No. I need to find resolve this time. Stick with something. Follow through
Oneword: Stagethe stage is a warm and inviting spot. the lights hold me in my place. they watch me with that single yellow eye. or is it red? or blue? it makes me smile that i am alone and yet so very much in the company of others. why won't you hold me close. if all the world's a stage how long will it take me to get to the other side?
Simple CompanyWindows peek open with warm light. The kitchen is alive with life. Sizzling monsters. Hums. A collection of food. The soft stirrings of magic broiling in the cauldron. He side steps as he cooks. A two-dimensional dance with the stove.
Sweet smells emit from the kitchen. Salivating Salvation.
Music hums from the opposite end. A soft guitar. A lyrical voice as spoken by minstrels, by bards. Some are painted by emotion; others are simply requested tales. Regardless, the feelings, the sentiment holds true to the essence.
The glare of the lights masks the eyes. Are they open or closed? Wayward eyes crossed with the moon. The music pulls the so
CoughingA disease. Running across the throat. A virus, gripping like clammy hands. Gentle squeezings. A rough tickling on the vocal cords. My muscles are tight and slimy and itchy. Stinging. I'm tired of coughing. The voice of the virus wishes to speak, wishes to makes its presence known to my company. I hate the voice. I hate how it forces my energy out, draining me. It pulls the essence from the pit of my stomach. It surges through the lungs and out into the contaminated air. It hurts to breathe.
You Gave Me RosesRemember those roses you gave me? You were so earnest, so happy. You came to my place, your heart on your sleeve. You were ready to sweep me off my feet, hug me till tears ran down my cheeks. Or at the very least get me to turn a nice shade of red. But no. I opened the door, saw them and simply asked:
"What do you mean "WHY?!"" It was not the response you wanted.
I warned you not to give them to me, not to get me anything. I'm a horrible recieve of gifts. I told you because I worried I would disappoint you with my reaction. I've never been one to be enthused, no matter how happy I am to recieve it.
That day was just not your lucky d
Reflections of a Lovely PastWhen a man is truly smitten by a woman he surrenders himself to her. But that is folly. That is weakness. Men shouldn't have to be sacrificial lambs. Shouldn't have to surrender.
I don't know what's wrong with me. It flatters me that men come and give themselves to me, but all the same I hate to hold power over them. I'd rather they hold power over me, but that would make them domineering, and nobody wants that.
I wish I understood my feelings better. I'm even more confused than I've ever been. And I'm playing Snow White and the 7 whores. I want to be better. I want to know myself so that I can tell these men what it is that I am searching
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More