Put Back On Your MittenPut back on your mitten For the cold has edged away Keep wrapped up tight each Limb that tries to break away. From kaleidoscopic pictures In a basement with old trees That swallow light from Cracks of dirt that follow you with ease.Put Back On Your Mitten
Wrap the cotton round your cheeks As whispering cries through air The drop has claimed a falling leaf That flew without due care. As stones collide with liquid blue In tunnel of walled silence The fish are not and green has gone Still you claim defiance.
Think of all you left from frost When clothed
I Want ThunderstormsI want thunderstorms that cling like snow on dampened cloth no longer whole. Velvet skims on drums through the sheet of stone. Pull at skin that shed years before yet clings to lightnings core. Touch ground, break soil as flakes of snow combust in cottons unfailing mouth. Hold to sheets that melt in hands where rain has solidified. Hide in cavern small though light escapes through nets. I no longer fear his booming noise or recoil from stems of light. I want thunderstorms as real as before.I Want Thunderstorms
Knock LouderKnock louder when next you enter lest the crow should not hear To plague his house in solace with no harp to offer fear. Grasp the rail of the escalator as it carries you tward his nest Like furies wielding Clytaemnestra's dagger He'll chase through flesh with unrest. Cheat not the lord who is called crow for names are not given lightly Ethereal music will call you at first as he caresses your neck far too tightly.Knock Louder
I Crawled Upon A Bed Of LarksI crawled upon a bed of larks who merely sang through pain. Give me the heart of one who sings the consistent song of strain. He begs to hear the silence new of unrequited blossom now but asks me not to gossip true, the quiet of the moon. I'll buy for you the red of life that only I can offer one with pale cracks of revered strife and cottons unfailing bleeding.I Crawled Upon A Bed Of Larks
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Dying from fairytale and depression overdose.
Faintly breathing
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Dying from fairytale and depression overdose.
Faintly breathing
Hope you like the new poem/epic
went a bit crazy there hehehehe
McGrath would be proud!
Katie xx
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A politician thinks of the next election; a statesman thinks of the next generation. ~James Freeman Clarke
Legalize
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A politician thinks of the next election; a statesman thinks of the next generation. ~James Freeman Clarke
Legalize
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We've gotta get out of here, I have The Fear.
You have 14 friends...I have 111 friends...
Jurassic park, i'm off to see bono
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One Pill makes you larger,
One pill makes you small,
And the ones mother gives you don't do anything at all.
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