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To dance on skinPressed flat the blade to soothe, the small slice, red and pricked with blood. The adrenaline rush, the shivering pain,To dance on skin
the residual ache till it slips again. The little marks that remain, All yours, yours and mine. Spun on point till the surface gives in,
Dancing as if on ice across the skin, with rubied lake laid beneath, ready to wash and cleanse and maintain,
this slightly wet serenity.
by *senka-aponi
by *senka-aponi
I fellFallenI fell
from heaven blessed grace from perfections embrace to your arms, broken to wet blood and cold hands to harder beds and darker lands faetal eyes awoken
and blinded
by *senka-aponi
GazingI gaze upon you from star speckled heavens encrusted with dusky planets that sink through your fermenting amber horizons. The space around me is flushed with dust ball clouds that glitter and gleam Tinted rose and cream, shadows; the skies emotions, expressed, in an expanse like a dream, yet completely unseen, beyond beauty, imagined and described. And you gaze at me from your lattice woven grass Cradled in a swath of sun-kissed, earth- grown sea Gold laden azure, Drifting on wonder and drowning with pleasure Swept up in each other’s arms, thoughts, eyes LookinGazing
by *senka-aponi
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Sonnet 3words are like the colors of paint run dry like summer and starlight carved in my dreams whispers of wonder in ruby red skies alike the sounds of my broken heart theme my color full thoughts came out black and white on parchment paper dipped in lostsoul ink. found in the shape of the autumn bird's flight lost in the middle of my cold heart blink empty lettered moments in bright eyed stares broken by the lyrics in a love song i've got nothing left, but why should I care with no more words left since it's been this long not even giving this just one more try when wordSonnet 3
by =platinummyr
Heartbeat To HeartbeatPalm to palm...Heartbeat To Heartbeat
The rain washed over us. The kind of rain that soaks through all the layers. Settling deep within you. Cleanses the soul. And here we are, in nothing more than night clothes, fingers laced, eyes closed, standing in the rain.
Body to body...
Every sense was attuned to the growing proximity. Drunk off the very nearness of you. Aware of the building heat between us as we huddled closer for warmth. Arms tangled around eachother, cheeks pink, grinning. Not needing to speak. Content.
Breath to breath...
Evidence of our laughter fogging the air between us. Wispy trails
by *OctoberAzriel
Where the reeds danceOn moss covered mornings Down where the reeds float on glass, We sung of wild roses And clung to each other. Mist rolled in and the air was tight; Seasons passed like moonlight through clouds. Over eons the mountains fell and the rivers drained, Stars rained down until the skies were dark, Yet we remained, Formless, Forever.Where the reeds dance
by *icantwrite
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Need time to write ! 
latinummyr: journal and so he featured 3 pieces of my work, now I have to do the same for the first 10 people that comment on mine (yes I know that was a while ago ...sorry !!) 
. I was thinking I probs wont get 10 people though !! And maybe instead I should put a 10 day time limit on it instead !! Hehe. Well I'm going to try and make some extra time for writing and maybe try another piece of prose instead as I'm struggling to write good poetry! that all.... 
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- Current Residence: home :)
- Interests: ballet
- Favourite band or musician: snow patrol/pink
- Favourite genre of music: anything
- Favourite artist: Brian Froud
- Favourite poet or writer: John Clare
- Favourite photographer: ?
- Favourite style of art: fantasy ?
- Skin of choice: my own
- Favourite game: stuck in the mud
- Personal Quote: ouch! (very clumsy)
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when do you make more pics of them?
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*TheWritersMeow
A birthday is just a day, you say.
But it's a special day.
It's the day you first changed the world.
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...
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*TheWritersMeow
A birthday is just a day, you say.
But it's a special day.
It's the day you first changed the world.
We need to spend some time writing together. I can tell you've missed it and I am missing it!
The new piece is a great come back though sugar, good job
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...
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