River's Attic - Jessie's Poems.
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| misa misa. Shotgun Sinner  Age: 33 Gender: Female Posts: 8241 | I have never read any of your work before but i have to say that i love it. The last one 'the Flowers' was particularly beautiful. Some very nice imagery. Great work. |
| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime  Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | Thankyou very much : ) When the Bells Toll When the bells toll, And the sky becomes bright with blue and silver, You stand alone in a cacophony of noise, A tangle of singing voices and distant fireworks, That puncture the calm of the moon. A million clocks tick , And sigh for a moments rest. And like silent cinema, A year stretches before you. Infinite time decorated in dim paper colours, And the faint glint of glass under artificial light. You feel this moment is shared with too many, To be as profound as it seems, But still the bells toll, And only now, Should all your acquaintances be forgot, Should you start anew. Step upon the January snow, Undisturbed, As if time a myth, And the turn of the year a fable to comfort us, When night lingers And morning cowers beyond the horizon. Only now may you be fooled By the illusion of cleanliness, And the ruse of a fraying tapestry, Followed by a fresh hem. |
| misa misa. Shotgun Sinner Age: 33 Gender: Female Posts: 8241 | Hey I love the new poem. These two lines were my favourite: A tangle of singing voices and distant fireworks, That puncture the calm of the moon. Brillant. |
| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | Thankyou very much : ) First Light All around lies quiet And claws for the morning. Too thick is the darkness, hot and smothering, Laden with the sweat of nightmares, That linger cruelly on the surface of the subconscious. Suffocated by warm, familiar breath, Tiny betrayals tugging at the sheets, Lapping at the twilight shores that sit behind tired eyes. Conjure a bird, dove- like in its brightness below charcoal clouds. In its loneliness, it morphs, crows for the morning, Calls with cowering hope for the first light of the sun. Cries for the mercy of dawn, To look into our eyes And remember us to the world. |
| kid from yesterday. Bleeding on the Floor  Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 1265 | Conjure a bird, dove- like in its brightness below charcoal clouds. In its loneliness, it morphs, crows for the morning, Calls with cowering hope for the first light of the sun. Ten years from now, I'm pretty sure your descriptive language will still blow me away. <3 |
| misa misa. Shotgun Sinner Age: 33 Gender: Female Posts: 8241 | i loved First Light beautiful imagery. I loved these lines particularly: Too thick is the darkness, hot and smothering, Laden with the sweat of nightmares, I can't wait to read what you do next. |
| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | Thankyou both very much  x |
| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | Wasted Time Halting in the warmth, Watching the flowers grow And the sunlight drawing back and forth, I feel safe in youth. Time winding slowly on past spring, Past summer, silent as running honey. But winter pulls near, And we mourn the golden trees, The bright sky and the lavender breeze, We mourn the old hope as a blue dusk, Coils itself around another year, And life freezes. Another year behind us Spent watching the flowers grow, And I ponder age. A cage of brittle bones Cold, even in the sunlight, Immune to it's tricks and distortions of the world. And I think it seems To be like a snake, watching quietly. Scales shining colours unimagined, Graceful in the long grass, Latent in the morning light. Circling, silent as running honey, Before showing you the snap of it's neck, The speed of a boneless jaw Before showing the darkness, Unperceived. |
| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | Hurricane Eyes closed in the summer, Conjuring a majestic lie. Imagining the depths of a forest, Dappled with white light. No sound disturbs the air, No birds pierce the stillness, Just the gentle rocking of a million cacoons, Miniscule, dormant in the trees. And I am convinced of an eternal summer, A golden silence, Watching the world slow with the heat, Cautious of chasing away the time, Scaring away the stillness. But in seconds, a chill wind stirs. The forest darkens, leaves dance on the ground, And the sound of beating wings reverberates, Deafening in the sudden cold. A thousand pulsing bodies cascade through the canopies, And blinding lights razor the calm air. Butterflies, Swift and smothering, Flourish, and are beautiful. They circle my feet, Like a hurricane of glitter, Before they helix to the sky, And are gone. The heat spirals away, And a premature winter creeps around me. I open my eyes to the chatter of voices, The bluster of moving bodies, Rustling papers and scribbling pens. A sharp wind lashes my cheeks, As without mercy, The earth spins. I stand still and alone in the hoardes, A butterfly lands, twitches, takes flight, And is gone. |
| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | Witness. I sit on the lawn and watch the distance. See her silhouette, disjointed, Like a broken puppet, Flail wildly backwards. Smell the ancient burn of gunpowder dancing, Macabre, Through the petrol blue night. The grass is brittle beneath me, Scorched by the sun, Irritates the palms of my hands. But I can hear nothing. The chirp of the crickets in the woods Falls painfully silent. The clatter of the front gate dissolves. Not even the thud of a lifeless body, As the strings snap from her wrists, And the horizon lies undisturbed again. Just the delicate wisp of the dandelion seeds, Spiralling upwards in a shape, So curiously beautiful. I imagine her weightless, Floating amongst them, effortlessly, Shimmering under the moonlight. I imagine her happy. Detached from the frail head, That seeps a mess of crimson demons. I lie back, weary and silent. I look through clouded eyes, at the stars, Wondering how many must come and go, Before I am blessed with a sleep, As untroubled as my mothers. |
| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | Wandering Wild. So what if I should leave by the breaking of the morning? If I were to be walking a cool highroad by the dawn While you struggled to wake as the sun rose over the window ledge? What if I were to be wandering wild, Listening to the hum of hornets darting through dim woods? Would you sleep, quietly as you do? Would you listen for me in the twilight, above the cricket call? Could you sense the wolves circling, Dusty paws scattering through the grassland, Teeth whiter than stars, frantic as racing waves? Could you smell the blood, crystallised in the moonlight? I was out in the woods, you were minding the cold I was wandering wild, you were easily consoled. |
| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | I havn't written anything in a very long time so forgive me my rustiness. Burning in the East. You sleep under dusty stars, Three hours in the future with a point to prove. I think of you in the night When the world is quiet, And cool; Wondering, Where you might keep your gun. |
| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | On Leave. When I saw you last, a rare occasion, I reeled at your calmness. Your eyes remained the kind of baffling blue, That conjures electric storms above summer seas. You'd let the eastern sun at your skin, A hollow pass time and a subtle clue. I commented on it and you smirked. You offered an upturned hand, calluses sat like bolts at the base of your fingers, I grazed them with my thumbs and felt, A pulse - The heavy vibration of a shot escaping the barrel. My brow furrowed, struggling to imagine. "Grafting" you said. It was dark, and you were drunk. But still your speech was quiet, measured, So that I almost remember you in silence. I was unfazed and let you sit, imposing as you are. Until you touched me and read me, and stared. Naive butterflies panicked within me. You were in calm, deserved control- Knowing my life and my thoughts Resting in realms you knew I couldn't fathom. Dancing a fine line between strength and cruelty, You left and I followed. We sat in the back seat, sensibly reserved. You watched the streets speed past under orange light And requested that I do not forget you. When you left the next day, On the whim of a man even you couldn't name, I felt a sadness that has become familiar And old. I remembered your request, That seemed so soft under the dawn light, And then the knowledge that rippled in your eyes, That you needn't have asked. |
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