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lights faded on your stara dancer's grace was
embedded in her bone-deep
muscle memories

La tete dans les etoiles - A head full of stars(scroll down for English)

La tête dans les étoiles

Amarré au quai
Rêve bleu au goût de sel
Un cliché s’envole

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A head full of stars

Tied up to the shore
Blue pipe dream, its taste of salt
A cliché takes off

- SophieCT, 17 mai 2013

Take It All InTake It All In

Close your eyes my dear,
Quit talking for a moment,
And enjoy this.

*Cold*Quiet, space has no noise
Cryo-sleep dreamless and cold
Blank faces frozen

2013 Delice1941
19th May2013

Po-e-try (n)1. Imaginative
Creativity from words,
Is art from language.

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Ready to blow all away
She fires her art

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‘Cause I’m full of crappy thoughts,
And I can’t flush (shhhhh)it.

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joy, for their pride and joy swelled
from a second chance.

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light shall flood the plains of sleep.
The sun has risen.

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coaxes dreamers form the deep.
Back to life's prison.

Morning's bright disguise,
holds evil within its keep.
False reality.

Conscious, they condemn
their minds to be led like sheep.
Night's mortality.

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PerfectionHair glowing, red fire.
Your eyes, emerald beauty.
Perfect, without me.

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Different day, same shit

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that living my daily life
sucks my life away

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Why are you still here

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windows of a quiet town
light the silent street

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Tingle, kloo-limpah!

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Poisoned

by =DrippingWords, Jan 2, 2013, 2:53:27 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Haiku & Eastern

if this is what love
feels like, kidnap me; poison
my unmarred body.

Poisonedby =DrippingWords

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Haiku & Eastern

Day #1 of the #Glory-Be-Project

Written on January 1st, 2013

Critique by `KathrynODriscoll Jan 2, 2013, 8:51:42 PM

This is gorgeous. Despite the obvious use of personal pronouns *your* view is much more obvious in this piece. I think that even without me or my I would have been able to sense that this was your opinion about love, and not a repeating of facts.

I am not crazy about the enjambment of line two to three as it seems too organic for such a rigid form BUT if I ignore where the breaks are it is a beautiful little segment of writing.

It's simple, small, but effective and I very much like that you condensed what could have been a long description down to one word "unmarred". It is a very clever word to use that says a lot in a small syllable count, so its very clever writing.

What do you think?

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