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For you, I’ve written a hundred songs And will write a hundred more A chorused wall of poems sweet Our love letters lying demolished on the floor Where a hurricane has come and gone I am left in its expansive, empty, somber wake Holding the notes I treasure close to me Fluttering butterflies softly whirl to make Lovely whispers, cathedral cries come clear Through the doors that I have shut; I stroke the edge of a paper promise And bleed to death from a paper cut.
by ~A1CaityCat
Drink MeDrink MeDrink Me
I am A glass of water Each day Each person Each event Each conversation Drinks from my glass At the end of the day There is no water left For me to drink And upon waking each morning I discover that I start with a little less Than the day before.
by ~A1CaityCat
The Poet and the Vengeful GodThe Poet and the Vengeful GodThe Poet and the Vengeful God
“Babble, babble The mindless rabble The weak, unsteady, stupid peasants The poor, the freaks, the underprivileged How I hate their pettiness Their lies, their wants Selfish delusions Willful ignorance And sickening devotion Empty prayer Want, want, want The homage of faithless minds Faithful facades, lip service Bicker with each other Jealous, suspicious Cruel…
And they think they can get a blessing out of me!”
“Ah,” sighs the poet, “for you are no b
by ~A1CaityCat
GhostGhostGhost
This fractal of a city Arrayed in chaos and Bathed in sickly light, Scattered by the thick Intellectual fog and Urban waste set afloat To pollute the clustered
Minds which are drawn Like moths to the Dizzying neon signs, which, In the dark, mask the Dust of ages, the decay Of humanity. And I, A pale shadow reborn Under the eclipse of The sun’s shadow, tiptoe Through the silence That is the constant white Noise of dying machines And wasted youth.
by ~A1CaityCat
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WorshipPast gloaming, with its auburn vault, a gloom of august murmurs bump against torn lips. "What's this?"Worship
you ask, suspicious, as occasion twists our plans from hands to holding. Tight, your hips brush scars I count to mark
our nights: strings that rip and tug a common cusp of stars in sync--a land of coward souls. Constant, baffling
days, stark with scant account, you vow to play with dust and dawn among our twilight god--our thanks
for artistry. I pray without your words-- with gravity, bowing to my faith and asking you, again, to st
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- Current Residence: Seattle
- Interests: Anime, languages, martial arts
- Favourite movie: Boondock Saints, Howl's Moving Castle
- Favourite band or musician: Stolen Babies, LM.C, Big Bang,
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