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| Indigo The eyes are the messenger of the soul, Bright spheres of sapphire, Sparkling in the glimmering sun. Music sweeping over, As notes dance around irises. Graceful and Soft Smart and Innocent Opening light to a mysterious woman. What can you see in these oceans? Maybe a smiling young girl, Skipping through fields of bluebells. Clutching a teddy bear, Dancing across the way. Opening her arms, beckoning as her eyes glisten, "Dance with me." Come in, I'm lonely. |
| Desperate I keep waiting for the smiles around your face to fade Into darkness. For night to take over day and blacken my mind. Could your eyes hold me forever? Forever above the cloudy storm, away from the raging rain. Could your mind preserve my innocence? Forever above terrorized lies, Away from wild winds. I lay in fields of violets, Fog sweeping over my body, Floating through the gentle air. Will you still be there when I awaken? |
| Woman Ironing Cool calm skin covered by purple welts of pain MISERY Olive-drab yarn drooping from top a used body A soul of steal covered with a transparent layer of innocence HIDDEN Behind a faint bony figure of warm Holocaust arms gentle stick fingers Grasping the heated iron the only thing left to lean on PAIN Still left within. |
| POETRY |
| The Holding Woman In my hands, I see shattered pieces of your face, Coiled to a bundle, Broken down quiet in my loose grasp. Lines woven across the pain of endless scars, Crismson stained from battle wounds. Fragile tresses dangling from deformed fingers, Worn and Frail. Lips dried and callused, Eyes declined to the cold tile floor, Drooping and Wrinkled. You cried too much, I always told you that. You didn't listen, It wasn't enough. More hurt smashed over abrasions from splintered nails. Cracked skin surrounding the unsightly body, Which could be beautiful. |
| Should have been beautiful. Should have been strong. My grasp detaches, and you plummet to the dusty floor. It's your time. Listen. Run away. |