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My Rain in Winter: safe
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My Rain in Winter. Rhymes, Crimes and times of an Aphotic Beauty. Thursday, November 15, 2007. A blue room that houses my. Heart Shelters my soul and. Leaves your name on my lips. Just a word behind clenched. Teeth, just a mockery of the. Girl I once was. just a name. But I won't cry, I won't break,. And I will never fall to pieces. Does that make you feel safe? Another day and you seem to. Fall away, your touch but a vague. Memory left for stormy nights. My skin has forgotten your touch.
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My Rain in Winter: Sickness
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My Rain in Winter. Rhymes, Crimes and times of an Aphotic Beauty. Thursday, November 15, 2007. Why am I so cold while. You paint wretched yellow. Pictures on a wall of this. Suicide as I dream of. Red roses and rainy. And I say shoot, pull the. Trigger, so I may smile. In my self indulgence. cry. You turn the barrell at my. Sunken face, I smile, and. Think only you could blow. You turn and paint your. Nails, the color of oil the. Color of our dirty love,. Biting my bloody lips. I ignore the whim to slap.
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My Rain in Winter: Goodbye
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My Rain in Winter. Rhymes, Crimes and times of an Aphotic Beauty. Thursday, November 15, 2007. All my life i've been seeking. Something that wasn't there. A blasphemous lie created. By none other then myself. I'm not alone" they say. Yet. In the dark the tears are my. Own, Melting into olive toned. Flesh, dried into my memories. Keep your answers to questions. Unknown. They are all lies that. Only made you feel better. While. Casting stones on my bitter heart. I want to shake these chains and.
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My Rain in Winter: inside
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My Rain in Winter. Rhymes, Crimes and times of an Aphotic Beauty. Thursday, November 15, 2007. Night, leaving me with the. Want for more. I drink in the. Cold and I am shaking. I don't want what the light. Will offer. I dream of you. I dream of not waking. Here in a cathedral of ice. I am me, safe in my vanity,. Safe in my creation. This crystal palace beckons. To be left in self doubt and. Here a whispering white moon. Never moves, never crosses. Never bides her time. And I search quietly for a silent.
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My Rain in Winter: Time in motion
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My Rain in Winter. Rhymes, Crimes and times of an Aphotic Beauty. Thursday, November 15, 2007. In the begining the time passed. Slow, radiating amber light , soft. Smiles and small fingers in deep. Emerald lawns. refusing to unwind. With each step it jumped forward a. Bit, encouraging wild youth, laughter,. Spontanaity and Desperate measures. Leaving a novel of memories in mind. As things left our control, time stopped. Giving room to cry , to mourn and to. Breathe as we learned to let go of the.
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My Rain in Winter: October 2007
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My Rain in Winter. Rhymes, Crimes and times of an Aphotic Beauty. Friday, October 5, 2007. Reflections, Just a lie painted. With the resemblence of the. Person I long to be. She is. Not my mirror image. Not but a shell, a fragment. Of who I really am. Just a. False apparition who appears. When reality is to sour. When I see her in the shattered. Image of myself. I long for. Green eyes to see me. for. Olive skin to embrace me. How could I bring her here? Could she teach me to smile? My memory of you.
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My Rain in Winter: unfinished
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My Rain in Winter. Rhymes, Crimes and times of an Aphotic Beauty. Thursday, November 15, 2007. I wrote the words as I had. Spoke them. As I had once. Whispered them in your ear. And they slip away from me. Now The words are the same. But the meaning has eluded me. What if your touch was still mine? What if your kiss was still sweet? I long to know, it is but a dream. Spoken on an april breeze. Only. Real to me. And so I keep it here. So you will not change it, break it. The nights when I was fragile, you.
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My Rain in Winter: The closing
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My Rain in Winter. Rhymes, Crimes and times of an Aphotic Beauty. Thursday, November 15, 2007. The warmth upon my shoulders made me feel as i were there. The wind was fresh and lively as it. Played within my hair. The meadows green and lush. With the morning dew. Though this may be the closing,. I still remember you. The scott stone wall wound it's. Way cross the broadened lea. The comfort of your heavenly hands,. Tells me you are free. Your spirit embodies all. Butterflies cover all from the tree tops.
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My Rain in Winter: Never free , never me
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My Rain in Winter. Rhymes, Crimes and times of an Aphotic Beauty. Thursday, November 15, 2007. Never free , never me. I'll always be the subject of doubt,. The flowerless maiden with crystal. Eyes, who seeks nothing but solace. I'll always be the sheep who follows. Wanting nothing more then to shed this. Fleece of white, to hide in wolves face. Never free. Never me. I stand here hands bound by chained. Ropes of sickness. I struggle and writhe. I shake and tremble in chaste naivity. Never Free.Never me.
