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"anyone whose ever had a heart wouldn't ..."
Stabby Imagery - all rights © Amanda Graham 2015
Mon Ange DeesseJ’observe l'abondante, captivante luminositéMon Ange Deesse by nightshade-keyblade
Dans les nuances dorées du soleil, brillant sur ses bleus de cristal.
Elle sent le lilas, parfum divin.
Je meurs d'envie de t’atteindre, mon Ange Déesse.
Il faut que je touche ta chevelure dorée, car elle m’étouffe les sens
D’une manière lyrique, ta chanson angélique m’amorce sur ton hameçon.
Elle respire en splendeur, ma séductrice ensorcelante
Je m’écrie de posséder la beauté de son âme.
Je vénère la céleste lumière du soleil lorsqu’elle embrasse sa joue rayonnante
En plein jour, dans les ténèbres, mon amour pour la fille avec les cheveux dorés brûle.
Elle me laisse affamé, coulant sous le besoin exubérant
Je t’adore, mon Ange Déesse.
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. March .
another month of ink evenings
dreams flown against skies
of warm spring streams
she said would bubble
of closed heart
you are mine
еще месяц чернил вечерам
мечты летал против небо
теплых весенних потоков
она сказала бы пузырь
it got to 43ºF here today walking up the hill i did my personality inventories over, staring at melt ice snow shapes drooling on pavements ...
"OH the Rorschach of YOU!" she shrank from me, sliding into another black eye shape ...
"where's the map of it?"
she handed me what she trumpeted as not her favorite book
so we gave it to david
he and i read it
on Russian language surrealistic corners
oh the hate in her
to trick with that
please attempt to read this aloud employing a german/harshness/lisping voice soprano scream shout
... i do better
i'd nod but i'm afraid i've lost my head
she sat on the cliff edge
her hand held out exactly like i do
a gesture forbidden now in soft places
(fist closed index pointing thumb up)
but i was deaf to the offer ...
her feet always dangle
and i'm doing that to
a check box voice on the other end, "this call may be recorded", resisted the urge to just grunt yes or no's, gave him my life in poetry
have tears of my own, with the toss of my head of denial, won't accept that i will not become a butterfly after all of it it all of it it
... her lover became angel, eons later she became goddess ...
... neither the tongue traced butterflies they had imagined ...
... she left traces of herself, on ruffled hair, tossed bedsheets, pictures on walls, set table places, that shifted ...
... she's sitting alone, wondering at the poems she would weave if she were a bill collector's meat puppet ...
a tumble, it was only a small tumble and at first no one had suspected …
if the street had been dry or the steps properly roughened by a capable tradesman's hands when they'd been poured ...had she held rather than slipping her hand through the leash's loop, had the hound not possessed the strength and urgency of his breed ...
my sorrows are cast at the whims of gods and goddesses; they know what simple mechanical arrangements to set for my .......
little notebook love girl
jot me drunken kisses
in squiggle lines
stagger candy laughter
dance touch doodle triggers
page me in your mind
while you make love with her
all the open wounds
still breathing coughing
sputtering our blood
as she arches screaming
. pow pow my tender lumplings .
having a pow pow moment
give it time something one other else
pow pow and now (exclaimed a mark or three)
one for you ...
... pow pow
was only one
I found myself in the middle pages of a foreign woman's diary
a brief glimpse of torn out paper
her center mass cluster of a gravity well
i know it rhymes
it was meant to
couples always do
i told a friend what i'd found out about myself my sort of entity love (pow) i think she knew that years before i did (pow)
... before we'd ever sort of met
... if we pass each other on some cobbled foreign sunny street and you hear a whispered (pow) don't stop please, it's only me
"And if they don't go far enough back Mandy what the hell will they think you were are was won't?"
"If all they find of you is 'pow pow'?"
Who pow cared pow?
i'd run out of pows if i weren't dwelling in a Gazebo situated on a neglected grass plot in the back of your skull(s)
... the voice of a small girl being orphaned again and again and again ... pow pow
I won't surrenderI shake off the arms of the demons that are pulling me down
No I won't surrender and drown
I struggle to stand while their nails are digging deep in to my skin
Screaming loud just to block their poisonous whispers that hunt my mind
Looking around for the sunshine
Anything that can pull me out and help me escape those monsters that want to feed off my pain
As I wait my energy and strength begins to fade
I scream even louder but this time not to block the whispers but to cry for help
No I won't surrender and drown
Someone will come to hold me while I regain my strength back to fight and slay the evil demons
Minutes turn to months , time has weakened the hope I hold inside
There was no sunshine that killed away the darkness
There was no hands to pull me away from the dark hole
There was nothing but my echo screaming back at me
I don't want to surrender and drown
But no strength is left in me
And no one that cares enough to save me
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