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Ephemeral motes dancing in the light
That poured from the window onto the grand piano.
And as I watched, I heard music;
Lovely, angelic music that stirred my soul.
Emotions bubbled at my core,
They urged me to dance.
The music, my dance partner,
My emotions moving me along with the notes.
I closed my eyes and let go, letting it all wash over me.
It caressed me and held me up,
Guiding me through spins and arabesques.
I rose and fell along with the crescendos and decrescendos.
It felt like time had frozen still,
But I was content and did not wish it to resume.
It was heavenly, those moments,
So majestic and beautiful,
That I lost myself in it.
It ended all too soon, and I came back to earth.
And as I peered into what was now darkness,
I realized a part of me was gone.
It was still with the ephemeral motes dancing in the light
That poured from the window onto the grand piano.
That poured from the window onto the grand piano.
And as I watched, I heard music;
Lovely, angelic music that stirred my soul.
Emotions bubbled at my core,
They urged me to dance.
The music, my dance partner,
My emotions moving me along with the notes.
I closed my eyes and let go, letting it all wash over me.
It caressed me and held me up,
Guiding me through spins and arabesques.
I rose and fell along with the crescendos and decrescendos.
It felt like time had frozen still,
But I was content and did not wish it to resume.
It was heavenly, those moments,
So majestic and beautiful,
That I lost myself in it.
It ended all too soon, and I came back to earth.
And as I peered into what was now darkness,
I realized a part of me was gone.
It was still with the ephemeral motes dancing in the light
That poured from the window onto the grand piano.
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No Longer Anonymous
No longer can I remain anonymous, just another girl checking in for her doctor's appointment. The moment I tell them the visit is to be billed to the state, and present this voucher, which might as well be painted in bright red blood, dripping and leaving a breadcrumb trail for all, with a neon sign that reads "sexual assault," I become that girl.
I see the way their eyes change. I see how they look at me. The hardness of the day, painted in the lines on their face, softens, just a bit. Their eyes, normally cold and focused, now try to melt my heart with their temporary concern.
I sit in the waiti
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Take A Risk
Im in love with the boy that sits in the back seat
With the sky blue eyes and a handle on his dream
He has a hard time wearing his heart on his sleeve
But my friends all say he's got a crush on me
But I can never be sure with things like that
Im a little bit afraid of slipping off the track
'Cause if I lose my pride I can never get it back...
But someone once told me
"You better listen closely, 'cause...:
Sometimes it's worth the climb
It's okay to make mistakes
Sometimes you might fall down
But that's just a chance you gotta take...
It's okay to be scared, a little unprepared
But you need to say what you're thinking, 'cause thi
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hollow webs
i. he said, "it won't hurt"
and tied my hands up with
a length of rope, wound
three times.
his smile was like a melon rind.
ii. cold lips left a trail of lemon zest
down my spine; nightshade
kisses that felt like
belladonna flooding my eyelids,
making pupils lustrous. i thought:
i'll be a beautiful corpse.
iii. i was french resin yellowing
against his tarmac heat,
a dying elephant with tusks
whittled down to broken ivory,
an electric bass rendered useless
by a boy whose heart is out of tune.
i was a thir
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Inspired by the imagery in the first line, the image popped into my head along with the 1st line, so the rest just came after that. Its one of my favorite poems that I've written. I'm happy with how it turned out. Hope you enjoyed it, comments and critiques are much appreciated as always. Thanks!
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lovely piece! meaningful and interesting!