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Temptress

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-06-15

Posts 7136
Mobile, AL

0 posted 1999-10-04 06:20 PM

Candles glow as they force,
Their shadows and prismic patterns,
Upon the walls of a small imprisonment.
Sitting beneath the scent of vanilla wax,
She tentatively pulls the words,
From the fragile jewel encasing,
Of an antique imagination,
Feeling each shriek,
Of long dead hinges on a heavy heart.
Worn fingers,
Grasping at the threads,
Sweating the adornment of pearl like thoughts.
In mindless ecstacy,
She tends her garden of imagination,
Creating a wall with tendrils of ivy control.
Selfishly smiling while concealing a feast,
From the starving wretches who crave words.
Offering only window dressing,
She hides so that no one may know.
Damn her,
Her hiding place is within me,
And she never comes out to play.

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Okay, I started this with a bad sort of mood, but it ended like this. It is still written of an angry mood, so I will leave it here unless our moderator sees fit to removeit and place it elsewhere. (or sees fit for me to do that task instead)
Make what you will of it everyone. I am just ranting and releasing clutter as of late.

Michael

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-13

Posts 7666
California

1 posted 1999-10-04 10:10 PM

I find this quite appropriate for the Dark forum Temptress. Your anger definately shines in this one..."starving wretches"...good, indeed.

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Michael Anderson

When God puts a tear in your eye,
He puts a rainbow in your heart.

JennyLee
Senior Member

since 1999-09-01

Posts 1461
Northwestern, NJ.

2 posted 1999-10-04 10:21 PM

Brava Temptress...I like this very much!

Jenny

Elizabeth

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Member Ascendant

since 1999-06-07

Posts 6871
Minnesota

3 posted 1999-10-04 10:40 PM

You aren't the only person whoe has someone inside them, Temptress.. Mine comes out to play sometimes-mostly here.

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*Elizabeth*

"Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low,
But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..."

"Something sweet, something sort of grandish, sweeps my soul when thou art near..."

Dragoness
Senior Member

since 1999-08-07

Posts 513

4 posted 1999-10-05 09:17 AM

Anger well felt in this poem. Well done.

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Set you heart free and your mind will follow.

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

5 posted 2002-10-24 11:44 AM

Even the "old you" is full of talent.

Michael

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-13

Posts 7666
California

6 posted 2020-05-29 02:42 PM

It's time to let her come out and play I think. Just sayin' Thinking can be altogether deconstructive if not done in moderation. Impulse must have its day.

Had this one in my favs. Glad I made the trip back.

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