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maria saw images blur softly
lost in a steal cage of tears
at least she could remember
what to feel
as fingernails pierce desire
killing only fright.
maria where have you gone
pain too intense?
not like we could blame
you crumble too much.
maria claimed that steel slashed
murder these dreams
rivers of red moons fly
stabbing me
deeper we go
get rid of pain at the root.
maria did i see you
crying moonlight?
not like we could complain
you fall too much.
maria claimed the moon rose for her
rain falls with her
wet hair sticking
nose, teeth, chin
small features disappearing
red sun sets.
maria are you still living
crying in a corner?
not like we would understand
you're red death/life.
lost in a steal cage of tears
at least she could remember
what to feel
as fingernails pierce desire
killing only fright.
maria where have you gone
pain too intense?
not like we could blame
you crumble too much.
maria claimed that steel slashed
murder these dreams
rivers of red moons fly
stabbing me
deeper we go
get rid of pain at the root.
maria did i see you
crying moonlight?
not like we could complain
you fall too much.
maria claimed the moon rose for her
rain falls with her
wet hair sticking
nose, teeth, chin
small features disappearing
red sun sets.
maria are you still living
crying in a corner?
not like we would understand
you're red death/life.
Literature
Water
(Your POV)
It’s like liking a wine. A pure, alluring, irritating, mindless and lovely glass of wine. You get in the habit of one- not one like a drug , but still one to take you pretty over the edge. It’s tasty, mindless and your lost like a love lost fool. You get over it eventually, like you would with a past love or crush. What you need, what you want and always did was… water. The only thing that can cure you, ease you and give your mind relief is a glass of water. Because water is pure, healthy. It does not deceive your mind like other juices and illustrious things. It lets your mind breathe, think and live- it lets
Literature
Succumbing to Water
"Succumbing to Water"
A million snowflakes descending,
each one
different.
Which watery design
is your death?
Perhaps it is
the foamy monstrous walls
rising
rising
falling.
You're crushed by an ocean.
Or the river pulls and
you drift along.
Deaf ears don't hear
the resounding smash
of water
breaking like glass on deadly rocks.
Blind eyes refuse to see
the edge.
Maybe a drop of rain
touches you, tracing
a line on your face
and
you
Literature
Danger in the Depths
During the Spring and early Summer of 1966 Gotham City witnessed several daring robberies committed by a ruthless individual described by surviving witnesses as a tall blonde woman wearing a navy blue wetsuit. Her specific attire was due to a modus operandi which generally involved striking from and vanishing back into the ocean depths; which - combined with a capacity for violence that made that made The Catwoman look like a girl scout - earned this depraved creature the code name 'The Sea Hag' from the Gotham City Police.
In addition to stabbing, garroting or shooting several security guards, during her brief reign as Gotham City's Public
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the link wouldnt work so i had to take this poem on its own merits totally, and in a way it freed it off personal emotion and i was able to conquer up my own mental images gained from your words.
its flow and sleekness makes me think of a onec horrod person , now defeated, half of what she is lost in the night, which softens her somewhat,
but the picture, no matter how seemingly romantic hides a solid harsh steel edge
its flow and sleekness makes me think of a onec horrod person , now defeated, half of what she is lost in the night, which softens her somewhat,
but the picture, no matter how seemingly romantic hides a solid harsh steel edge