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In the Night I see her, an angel of stone
and feather casting a pale illumination
over my grave, upon her cheek tears linger
a vulnerable stain, how I wish I could kiss
them away and taste their poetry calligraphing
a wish, just one absent-minded wish to be
loved, over her impenetrable nude she wears
a weave of spiderwebs, I see the nightmares
that hide in their gossamer folds, beckoning
the Dark's many collectibles into her shade,
but her soul is wet with secrets, her eyes
are hollowed out by deja vus, her lips bleed
from being too tightly sewn shut, but oh how
I want to love her quietly-silent and spectral
-how my groin aches to love her from where
I lay in my grave's restless rut, I want to
kiss those lips, tasting of old ink and pale
virtue feraled by deceit-but I'm tonguing
the decay of a dream for Life cannot heat what
Death has chilled, I see this angel of stone
and feather pass by my grave again, casting
a last glance at the gargoyle standing sentinel
at the gate...close-mouthed I scream to the
reaper at my fate as she leaves me to my morbid
desires...oh how I want to caress her breakable
paper skin until she is as naked as my corpse,
I would show her what it was like to be loved
beyond the grave, the fun to be had from
bedding the dead and kissing ghosts...
January 12-13, 2012
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All rights reserved.
and feather casting a pale illumination
over my grave, upon her cheek tears linger
a vulnerable stain, how I wish I could kiss
them away and taste their poetry calligraphing
a wish, just one absent-minded wish to be
loved, over her impenetrable nude she wears
a weave of spiderwebs, I see the nightmares
that hide in their gossamer folds, beckoning
the Dark's many collectibles into her shade,
but her soul is wet with secrets, her eyes
are hollowed out by deja vus, her lips bleed
from being too tightly sewn shut, but oh how
I want to love her quietly-silent and spectral
-how my groin aches to love her from where
I lay in my grave's restless rut, I want to
kiss those lips, tasting of old ink and pale
virtue feraled by deceit-but I'm tonguing
the decay of a dream for Life cannot heat what
Death has chilled, I see this angel of stone
and feather pass by my grave again, casting
a last glance at the gargoyle standing sentinel
at the gate...close-mouthed I scream to the
reaper at my fate as she leaves me to my morbid
desires...oh how I want to caress her breakable
paper skin until she is as naked as my corpse,
I would show her what it was like to be loved
beyond the grave, the fun to be had from
bedding the dead and kissing ghosts...
January 12-13, 2012
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All rights reserved.
Literature
The Ghosts of Words
Words are for men
and women's minds will twist them.
They may speak, permission granted,
but the pen in all its might
is for men alone.
She knew better. All around
were women writing letters, books, lives.
Her brothers learned, and she listened.
One or two took pity, taught a, b, c
and she remembered.
And she read in cramped dusty rooms
where father never went.
Writing was next, with some practice.
Page after page of letters until her marks
looked like theirs. Until she truly wrote.
From then on it was all hers,
friends and family, towns and journeys,
words and worlds.
Love and denial and despair mixed in
carefully cramped
Literature
you are my careful ghost
i. The air is thick and I'm drinking you in like sunlight through a silver straw,
I'm feeling like my spine has come unzipped and my crayola red innards have become exposed to the cool air,
you're like the slivers in my fingers that I can't pull out,
maybe I should try scraping off layers of skin with tweezers,
goodbye dead cells, hello fresh meat,
damn, why are you so fresh as fuck.
ii. A whirlpool has developed beneath my chest so there goes my sense of sanity,
actually it's more like boiling water, bubbling, spewing out passed my eyes,
and all I've been asking for is for you to either take me or let me go,
let's be honest, I cou
Literature
Kiss Your Demons Goodbye
You can spend your life in the dark allies of your mind
Or you can step into the light of a meaningful life
And kiss your demons goodbye
But you just stand there and turn off the lights
It's the darkness that keeps you blind
Who needs to see, not you, why me?
You can spend your life looking through shattered eyes
Draining the meaning from the cracks in your lies
Returning the decay to the walls we've refined.
Your walls will only fall dissolved by your deceit
If you're willing to listen I have a lot to teach
Please open your ears and take a seat.
This world is fucked, I'm not gonna lie
It will devour you and turn off all the lights
if you
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