I will carry it with me in a bag stitched from skeins of my own madness and plastic wrapping tape.
to kill me, and though I do bear a cross of curiosity towards the moments of final breath I am too deeply cynical even in my least sane PANTS to actually believe…
The fragments lay on the tile floor, / Each shard carrying a moment in time, / Each distorted images cascades a thought, / Blent light ,bend…
glass is pretty…when handled right !!lol
Just be warned it shall come to pass, / My new art show – “The Arse on the Glass”
It’s like a furnace! / I burnt my eyes / burnt my body / and soul too / I burnt all / burnt my values / burnt past on the stake / ...
Spilt wine as blood from fractured glass / seeps through the sands of life, / as the mist of Doubt is vanquished / with the clouds of un-Rea…
The smoky glass table was cool and serene / The heated activity not to be seen
Another verse inspired by Bubble art / My friend Dawndavies posted her new picture Pure Love / and this poem lept into my mind :o) Enjoy :o)
the soul began to splinter / above are the isles in the darkness / collapsed all known and unknown aeon into dust / *thousand splinter…
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
One of my favorites, by Sammi Land
When i look in the mirror / is not me I see, / but someone that everyone / sees except me.
(featured in the group Masterpieces: Literary Workshop )
A Coonawarra Cabernet / tickling the nose
I built you a silver butterfly.
metaphors and alcohol cures the flu.
I found a feather as I walked. / So white and clear and pale and cold, / ... / - / ... A line of feathers lay forsaken, / Snow on the gra…
On DeviantART / Bah. Title limits. / Angels Should Stay Away When They Die
I couldn’t stand the coffee in town until ‘The Hedgehog’, the café nearby, hired Kwan to increase its floor staff from one to two, and no…
A little town away from home, sometime people just stay in your head.
oyster shell french knickers
My Lashes touching the cheek / That gives me depth and focus / For… / I am worthy of love
How am I supposed to feel about your fragile state, / when all you even did was tap, tap, tap / my fractured glass / with your diamond-head …
This is a poem about my current situation, as told from my stand-point to my almost Ex husband. about being crushed by an alcoholic sucking my soul for so long and almost forgetting what it was like to be alive, loved, respected, listened to, and unafraid to speak. To have, after the better part of 15 years of that, to have found a man, a real man, who actually wants to hear/read what I have to say, and love me for who i am not what they needed to covet or to make to feel small…and how wonderful and alive I feel because of him. :) Thank You!
“Come to the window… / I can see myself more clearly, / here…” A Valkyrie goddess – / gold and pink, / with the heart of a dying child; ...
A poem dedicated to my beautiful, Goddess of a mother who died tragically when she was young (26) , long story, and all she taught me of life through her tragic death and sacrifice. This is a poem written from her perspective in italics, her words to me…at least, those are the things she taught me… I love you, Mum. :)
A hummingbird flew / Caught before it found the nest / My love he reads me / Like musical wild flowers / Words engraved in a glass book He…
Tanka with prose. I just love writing this way. I hope you enjoy this love poem with prose. x
I am merely asking for advice. :D
she floats and smiles listlessly / with a quizzical stare
the other side of the mirror
Rose colored glasses belong to me and many more in reality / I see what I want to see, for happy endings just to be / Those rose colored gl…
Inspired by reading a poem by Arcadia Tempest / referring to people being whoever they want to invent…in reality we have a different story / we must find our own truths in love and war and so it is…..
every day from opposite directions.
for yoko ono. / i hope that one day she will read it. / jordan busson. 26 november 2009.
“And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass…” / holding tightly, it is shattered it like my past, / do not mourn, do not cry, do not sho…
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