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Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer
For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.
SpeakeasyI can feel you like a phantom,
sensation without touch,
like breath in winter
or a misty mountain morning
that stays with me
until the stars fall in evening.
Your eyes contain the secrets
your lips would dare to betray,
but your body tells the story
and I am trying
to read between the lines
of your paperback smiles.
A grazing touch, a covert glance,
the memories remain
as skin grows warm and red
beneath lying fingertips
that claim incidental contact
a thousand times a day.
it's not the kind of thing we say
when we are speaking
without talking and feeling
and thinking without knowing...
all of the things
Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet
(you tell me to be
dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name
my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words
you tell me to be
so I can hear the world breathe)
I want to go home
Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.
We Can't Be Together.Every kiss you plant on my lips,
Takes a little bit of my soul away.
You're stealing the passion,
You're invading my heart,
And killing what emotion I've left untouched.
I can't love you.
I've tried to before,
Oh my god,
Have I tried.
Tried to unlock the doors to myself,
Tried to open up,
And let you in.
But as soon as I took one look,
Negativity took it's opportunity,
And struck the hot iron I'd been molding.
Every word you mutter
My knees falter under
You're killing me
You're my kryptonite
I'm your paradise
But in this odd peace that seems to be approaching
I can't find happiness.
We aren't meant to be together
WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.
I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze
like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.
Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;
safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.
Poet as PainterThe world
Your dusty palette,
Your muddied paintbrush:
The pristine slate
with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
and here you are:
facing a choice between
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
this is what
BoyfriendI thought you were good.
You WERE good.
You played with my hair.
You held me when I cried.
You were a gentleman.
You made me laugh.
You kissed me.
You loved me.
I loved you.
It was then that I learned the truth.
The dirty, rotten, stinking truth.
You played with her hair.
You kissed her.
You loved her.
You made her laugh.
I saw you – don’t you dare deny it.
I saw you giving her that love.
That same love you gave me.
I break up with you.
You don’t even seem to care.
Did you ever love me at all?
Or was it only ever her?
Much later, you’ll realize what a mistake you made.
Dry Spell I am immobilized by time.
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
through the cracks of
my fingers and high
above my head.
I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
could possibly satiate it.
I realize only now that it can never be filled:
all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
that it dissolves into non-being.
I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devo
You Don't Know ItYou don't know it, but you kept me sane
I nearly went over the edge
With a knife in one hand and a gun in the other
But you grabbed me
Pulled me back on my own two feet
Emptied my hands
And when you realized that I couldn't stand on my own
You hugged me
Like a mother would do for her child
Like a friend would do for, dare I say, another friend
You don't know it, but when you saved me
I felt free
I felt wanted
I felt needed
I felt, dare I say, loved
You don't know it, but when you showed me kindness
I fell in love
In love with your kindness
That same sweet kindness you saved me with
It felt like I found a new home
One that I could be, dare
untitledGold abundant at your feet,
Heart ripe and pumping on your sleeve,
And eternal admiration;
To say happiness has evaded you
Would be asylum-esque lunacy
For you have nothing to lose,
Fate is on your side,
The odds are in your favor infinitely
Do not waste the gift you’ve received
Pull Her Hair/Stare At The StarsThe ghosts have crashed their ship
on the other side of town,
you can see it from the second floor
all the way over here.
You can see the white clouds
rising from the wreck
and a nova of heat, a big bright
nova of warmth pulling the moths and wolves
out from the woods (with their noses up and searching).
You can smell the yearning like bees
leaving the hive, like the grizzly brown bears
on the jagged white mountains (concrete and imposing).
They call it fear,
but I see these ghosts
scrambling up into the sky
and I like to think it's
something different entirely.
When... But...When I was younger, we held hands and we had fun,
But now that I'm older, I see you and that's all gone.
When I was younger, I got hurt and you were there,
But now that I'm older, you're not there to pick me up.
When we were younger, we had our fun, we were friends,
When we were younger, I knew you and you knew me,
But now we're older, you're just one of those faces,
And now that we're older, we have drifted apart.
When I was younger, I looked to you and saw it all,
But now that I'm older, I'm just a broken record.
You're such a preety thing, and I'm not your lover,
Please don't forget, I remember those times together...
PeaceMaybe if I wish hard enough
Sing loud enough
Fight well enough
Maybe if I dream long enough
I'll find peace, someday.
A Tribute To AllTo all the kind souls who put up with losers,
To all those with stories of woe;
To you who avoided all the downtrodden
The people with nowhere to go:
To all the broken, to all the breakers
To all the thieves and money-makers
To all the police and politicians
All the doctors and morticians
To all the servants, civil or no,
To all the plowers, of field or snow,
To all the mail-carriers, news AND busboys,
The tailors and tinkers, fixing up toys
To the highest and lowest, equally well
The ones bound for heaven, enlightenment, hell
To the heroes, the villains, the young and the old!
Thank you! Without you, no story is told.
ImagineImagine, you could start again
Imagine, life's yet to begin
Imagine all your mistakes
Pretend for just a moment
You could start it again
Would you try to fix this place?
You build your wall, I tear mine down
You build a bridge, I burn it down
Someday I'll give up on it all
I wish even now for another way
I wish even here for another place
I know I'm gonna have to fall
I sing songs of days long gone
I dream of nights long past
There's nothing left here anymore
The orchard's burned down to the ground,
The earth is dead now, all around
We'll never find that sacred door
Can't Have Forever"Nothing lives forever",
Says the crier with a sigh
For once he spoke the truth,
Fed up with all of the lies
"Nothing lasts forever",
The dreamer's eyes agape
You can't fix everything
With nails, bolts, or tape
"No one loves forever",
The widow softly sings
A grave now long-forgotten
No visitors it brings
I yearn for forever,
But I can't even have then
I aim too high and crash on down
And start it all again
A Story of a StoryThere was a tale
Told to me sheepishly
Wired, written by an artist
It sang of love,
Where others merely spoke it
It touched my soul so callous
I had to tell
Had to explain to her
Despite what else had come by
I'd never once been
As touched by any one story
As I was by hers
“Ah, but how” I hear
“How could I write quality?
My words are nothing but trite”
She refused to accept
In her own fixation
That art is not about skill
When she wrote that one story
I learned my trepidation
Towards writing had been well-earned
I read for nine years straight
I wrote for eight years after
I've never seen such a tale
Written by a
I own the NightYou can have the day, and all of its light
Me, I much prefer to have the night
For the day always ends and is later reborn
But the night is eternal, unbroken, untorn
You speak of silence and I hear a song
Telling me what exactly I did wrong
And again I ignore and again I deny
But really, someday we all have to die
Don't try to tell me what I did was wrong
I heard it already, right there in the song
I hear victory and joy, sorrow and pain
Of long walks taken down streets full of rain
So be glad you have day, I'll keep to the night
The outcasts, the downtrodden who all lost their fight
These are my people, so you stick with yours
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More