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It's good to be writing again.
It's good to be on fire again.
peace
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ribbonsribbons by R. L. Krivulkaribbons
These knots have been tied for years - Some rusted tight. A nest of criss-crossing wires, Metal strands tangle and weave A matted web in my mind. Here and there glowing colored ribbons Slip through spaces and intertwine With the cold steel fibers. The bright cords glow, Gently warming the razor shards. Over time, some heat,
And then transform. One blade comes undone,
A spring uncoiling, It resonates and sings.
The tonal quality is a tight vibration at first Then it slows to a pulsing wave Slowly
by ~galaxie
aeonsaeons by R. L. Krivulkaaeons
The cavern is warm, lit with fire Stone walls reflect colorful etchings. A heady, perfumed incense swirls In smoky tendrils, In-between texts and felines and pottery. Two naked figures sit side-by-side, Hand-in-hand Arms entwined, eyes locked. A shared tattoo of the universe Covers their backs. And a tiny chain of moonlight, Connects them breast plate to breast plate. They are ancient and luminous- Their pale skin reflects the ages. They are wordless and breathe at the same time.
by ~galaxie
treeTree by R. L. Krivulkatree
She plants her feet Her root stalk toes grasp the soil She sets her face against the wind Closes her eyes as the gale howls by Raises her arms above her head And sets her jaw in a growl
My vine creeps up her legs Entwines her torso Rests at her breast Adding strength and warmth
To naked bark We feed off the same dirt
by ~galaxie
serpentineserpentine by R. L. Krivulkaserpentine
She takes you higher
Than you’ve ever been Touches you in ways That were never possible before You lie in her arms Warm, satiated, content In the soft glow of candlelight She whispers promises And desires you again
In the silent afterglow She turns away from you Violent emotions Possess her body The serpent that lies Coiled in her sacrum Winds its way around her spine Through her throat Her hissing lips
She strikes hard The venom stings And the swelling begi
by ~galaxie
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inside of methis pain that encircles inside of me its like some tornado that never stops its outside of me too, so noticeable yet your blind to it and cannot see whats really going on insideinside of me
this pain that encircles inside of me its like a prison it will never set me free my only hope to get out of it is my blade
this pain that encircles inside of me is dulled when the sharp razor enters my skin the pain is gone i feel happy, but then happines begins to flee then im back to this lifeless world i live in
this pain that encircles inside of me
by ~hatakefrankie
PurgedI am piroetting on your memory. My vacant eye, once full, has evacuated it's adoration for you, upon the floor at your feet. A love pure and true sits as a putrid emotional fluid in a heap there, and with it, I pay you homage. Flies gather to worship, but butterflies wilt, along with the flowers they seek as a landing. This is my last sacrifice. I emptied tears upon your chest and emptied dreams upon your promise. All the while you shoved a maelstrom finger down my throatPurged
and watched me gag. Here is your reward. I serve it heated and pungent. Perh
by ~silentology
PossessionYour words are that of great angelic excess provided you\'re divine which I believe.Possession
Your night is like the wind that has my mind boundless like the stars that swim to me.
Your touch is velvet hands upon the landscape believing that I can but ride this way.
Your breath is like the oceans of libations poured out to God upon the stark of day.
by ~rubbersoul1978
Darkness to LoveDarkness, filling curious entrails, ceasing to engulf existence petrified; Love, in its stead, eclipsing sadness, to raise up, resurrect, exultant cries.Darkness to Love
Darkness, alone but companioned, my soul befriended this helpmate; Love, to associate not with it, instructed souls to that which was fate.
Darkness, sampling not majority, appointed me caretaker to its upkeep; Love, a new task at hand, bid me adieu to this luminous sleep.
Darkness, it was upon my soul, filled tortuous longings peering to kill; Love, new undue blessings, treading where I
by ~rubbersoul1978
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many cry for the dolphin, trapped in fishing nets.
but who cries for the tuna?
hope all is well.
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many cry for the dolphin, trapped in fishing nets.
but who cries for the tuna?
Thanks for the comment! You're such a dear! Sorry for the under-the-radar thing ... I haven't been around much (as have you, it seems). Hope you're doing well ... take care.
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Driving down the 405 again.
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Rose
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no, it is more likely the lack of love that is my trial. my mind needs release, and i get sexually paranoid in a one night stand relationship... so it is love that i need... so i can have sex and concentrate again...
is it that clear that i favour freud over Jung?
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many cry for the dolphin, trapped in fishing nets.
but who cries for the tuna?
as you noticed a while back, i'm not myself recently, and can't focus on anything... the comment was interesting.
thankyou mrs freud.
life good?
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many cry for the dolphin, trapped in fishing nets.
but who cries for the tuna?
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