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I kissed a frog, just a kiss, but my breath Reeked of ferment since At the smell, you filled my bed with sprigs of mint Then left, never seen again The mint, you know, the mint would not mend, nor mask, Nor let me sleep!
It’s dried and crumbled and weak as tea – since And still the stench I keep sweet dill between flushed cheeks
And must content to roll in dust on satin sheets
by ~Bhaktilata
The Ebbthe Ebb:The Ebb
We’ve had a lot of tough love in our lives,
That’s all there’s ever time for.
Our parents know,
My Mother’s necklace of welts, snowy and silent she sits garlanded in crushed roses Your Father’s belt scars and those crack knuckle fingers, Rapping the table in memory of a love firm and infectious
It’s tough alright –why I cry out like a gull And you sob like crushed shells.
Hush; so here’s a lullaby, even if I don’t know one:
We washed up on the same unfamiliar shore Us, misshapen like jellyfis
by ~Bhaktilata
PleasePleasePlease
Hey. Try me on, An exotic dress with a worn out hem,
Smell the fabric of my life;
The scent of sweat, not sugar and spice
A hint of soap, of secrets and lavender But with no citrus zest or frank incense
There is no lace to hide neglect, and there are no baubles to hide the rest But run your fingers over these silk ribbons that wrap around your waist
You don’t have to wear me outside.
Just wear me to sleep.
In the morning you can leave me draped over sorrow
Just like your smile is.
by ~Bhaktilata
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Moments of DeliriumI lay on the grass and pull on the blades that become ribbons of green, six feet long and flapping in the breeze. They twist around, forming words in some kind of strange language - I cannot read it, but the clouds can. They won’t tell me what the grass wants me to know, though. A multicolored butterfly, wings spotted with green and blue, flits past my sight. I rise, and follow it; the grass waves goodbye, then shrinks again; it doesn’t want the rabbits to know it can write.Moments of Delirium
I find myself walking down the street after the butterfly, remarkably unsurprised at how deeply I seem to be sinking into the pavement. Each step is sluggish
by ~Virdilak
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- Current Residence: UBC
- Interests: Writing, drawing, reading, green (andredandblueandyellowandblackandwh
- Favourite movie: The Talented Mr. Ripley
- Favourite band or musician: Tool
- Favourite genre of music: alternative
- Favourite artist: Jack Vettriano (Colored Greys!)
- Favourite poet or writer: Salman Rushdie
- Favourite photographer: Somniloquy ^_~
- Favourite style of art: digital
- MP3 player of choice: the spoon! :D
- Favourite game: Harvest Moon, Earthbound, FF7! GTA: San Andreas
- Favourite gaming platform: Ps2
- Favourite cartoon character: Major Motoko baaebee!
- Personal Quote: if only good writing wasn't always written by writers
- Tools of the Trade: Water Colors!
- AIM: Liploc4Wiploc
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