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WaterRiver,
Cleanse me of my iniquities as I plunge into your cool embrace.
Whisper the secrets of your splendor to my humble heart.
Laugh with me and pour your merriment upon me, until all I know is joy.
Mold me with your ever changing mood, that I may look upon each swing of the tide as a blessing.

Rain,
Fall on me with your bittersweet kisses.
Surround me with your wild, life bringing song.
Take me dancing with you in the puddles of change.
Allow me, just for one moment, to understand your joyful tears.

Water,
In all your glory, all your unfathomable greatness, you remain in simple form.
Whether in great waves or calm pools, you are

NeededOur wet feet hit the frozen pavement.
The cold is mirrored in our bare toes.
Her grip tightens around me
'I need you'

I am always needed.

Tears and screams fill the night air.
But they aren't mine.
They never are.
'I need you'

I am always needed.

I don't know if I feel anymore.
I don't know what I feel.
All I see is ice.
As it surrounds my awareness.

I am needed.

Always.

Dance With The DevilThe Devil stole my soul away
He took it for pennies of its worth
I thought I made a deal with him
Until I crashed and burned

He borrowed, robbed, and gambled
Till all of me was gone
He laughed at my misery
Left me blind to right and wrong

So I went looking for this Devil
Who claimed to own my soul
I went to ask him how he thought
My soul was his to own

I found him dancing with delight
Upon his black sinned stage
And there he danced with souls
He had wittingly engaged

"Devil," I said to him
"I'm here for what is mine."
"Here are only things I own,"
Came the snide reply

"But I don't remember selling
Or even saying yes."
"

GardenerI walk in the garden we built together
It is a shadowed place
Darkness drapes its once lovely colors

I am surrounded by the smell of failure

I was sand, and you were my flower
I was not strong enough to hold you
You were not strong enough to contain me

I am surrounded by the smell of bitter freedom

I broke
I could not uphold your beauty
I denied you water, until you wilted

I am surrounded by the smell of tears

My passion burned up the moisture
Your tender glory rendered me helpless
Our garden withered.

I am surrounded by the smell of dying flowers.

I'm In Love With A Married ManMy bed starts out flat.

I go to sleep with familiar emptiness filling me, tying to imagine you.
I wake up, straining to stay out of the hole that is suddenly present in my mattress.
It fills the space, where you used to lay.

Have I gone mad?
Am I dreaming dark spaces into my bed to stem my longing?
Your warmth used to fill that cold space.

Your laughter used to break my stubborn silences.
Your arms used to remind me that the chaos does not have to live in me as well.
You used to make me content.

Yet I am forbidden from such longing.
I am Bathsheba, and you are my David.
I am Jezebel, and you are my sin.

I am Delilah, and you

Us     You know that couple no one believed in? The ones they said would never work? The ones who were scrambling in the dark trying to get past more hurt and darkness then anyone could imagine. The ones trying to find love with no hands and no eyes?

     That my dear, would be us.

     You know that couple that didn't have a prayer. The ones who everyone knew were doomed but who fought the good fight anyway. The ones who believed in their love with a fierce passion because it was the only thing left for them to believe in? The ones who were valiant worriers on white h

The silence of a goddessthe Army Chief the lord Odin
asked the goddess Frigg
if his army would win
against the enemy that threatened
the kingdom of Ásgard

help me my queen
we will win this battle
thanks to your magic

my power is immense
my valiant captain
but I do not help you

the magic is an unstable thing
if I help you now
more later in the year
you will make
the same request

My visions are a gift
but I never use it
because a corrupt kingdom
by a supernatural force

triggers the thirst for power
which causes the end of the kingdoms

my silence is a choice
to avoid the tragedy

UsedI
  feel
       so
          small.

I gave you my smile because yours was
   broken and I would do anything to see you happy.

I gave you my body because you had forgotten
the feeling of having someone lay with.

I gave you my tears because you didn't know
how to let yours f
                       a
                  &#

Scribbles     Nothing about me is pure. My edges are blurred, muffled things that often blend into my surroundings a bit to much.

     My seams are strained, stretched, and tend to unravel at the times I need to stay together the most.

     My mind is scattered, wild and ridiculous. I am emotional, overzealous, and spontaneous.

     My fingers are splattered with ink from the crazy scribbles that over take my reality. Some things just must be said.

     I am moody and tend to swing out of control like a train with no tracks.

The Book You Let Me Borrow We had good times you and I. We were happy for a time together. I painted beautiful images inspired by our love, and you wrote poetry of our passion. You're fingers were painted black from your fierce scribbling, and I had paint in my hair. Be that as it may, when we lay in the stillness, our busy thoughts melted away; into us.

We danced and sang in the sunlight. We held each other and whispered secret things in the darkness. We were at home in the tiny flat that inspired both of us. We fed off each other like fire and gasoline. I would watch you sleep while I painted, you would rea

Glances She walked in with the breeze of a free fall morning behind her. Her steps as perfect and precise as Da Vinci's brush strokes, her features as angelic as one of the cherubim. Her rose petal lips parted in a familiar smile as lovely words flowed from her tongue like the sweet taste of honey to my starving ears. Her movements across the crowded room were made of the grace a prima ballerina would die for. Her eyes reflected a life and a clarity that would have put the finest of diamonds to shame.

And yet they weren't for me. Her Da Vinci steps, her Ambriel features, her warm honey voic

SimplicityI love our simple moments my dear.

While I will never dispute that it is a fun and thrilling experience to get all dressed up and communicate to the world in words that pour out like lovely sonnets, our undying love for one another, I must confess that my soul truly craves simplicity.

Now let me be clear. Simplicity is not stupidity, nor by any means a tragic silence thirsty for heart stopping poetry. You, my poet, never leave me wanting. No, simplicity, in my humble opinion, is simply the beauty of a silence that understands. The glory of a glance that needs no explanation. The fiery passion stirred up at a touch that requires nothing but

Baby Sitting The baby fell asleep in my arms today. It's not like she hasn't done it before but this time all I could do was sit there and stare at her. She was so beautiful with her perfect lips and tiny fingers clutching my shirt for subconscious comfort. There is nothing quite as perfect as a sleeping baby. Her breathing was soft and even, and her tiny eyelids fluttered as she dreamed of lovely things my selfish mind could never imagine.

As I sat there looking at her, I began to think of the people who hate me when they think she's mine. I go shopping and get death glares from the customers. I go to eat and become the scandal of the lunch ho

Limitless     "Sometimes I think you have no boundaries."

     "Well that's acceptable, I don't believe in them."

     "That does't scare you?"

     "No. Why should it?"

     "I don't know, most people like to have a point of reference. Something they can look to so that they can see what to far is."

     "I like those too, I just use them to see how much farther I need to go."

     "You really like pushing the edge don't you?"

     "The edge was m

Waiting to LiveDecember 20, 2011
"Can I get you anything Sir?" The man looked up to meet the girls kind brown eyes with his broken blue ones. They were unfocused and glassy as he stared up from where he sat swaying on the winding stair case. The plush red carpet beneath his clenched fingers felt unsteadily soft as he tried to remember why he was here. The crowded, hot room below outside the lobby reminded him that the hotel was throwing a party and how much he didn't care.

"Another Bandy if you get the chance," he slurred in her general direction, holding up his half empty glass

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by ~StArMigEt, Jan 25, 2012, 9:01:36 PM
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     "What are you looking at?"

     "You."

     "Why? There are much more amazing things to look at than me."

     "Malarkey. You are the most amazing thing I've found yet."

     "That's crap and you know it."

     "I know no such thing. I know that you don't want to admit it, or maybe you don't even see it, but that's different."

     "I don't see how its different...Not that I'm saying its true! Cause its not..."

     "Haha see the way you just pursed your lips? That means you have no confidence in what you're saying."

     "That's that reverse psychology shit isn't it?"

     "No, its just funny as hell. For real though dear, you're amazing. You know that right?"

     "No, if anyone is amazing here its you. I'm nothing special."

     "You are incredible. You are impossibly astonishing. I refuse to make comparisons between us, that would be silly. But truly, I think you are wonderful."

     "No you are. You're phenomenal, spectacular, unbelievable."

     "You're sensational, breathtaking, remarkable."

     "You're stupendous, astounding, awe inspiring."

     "You my dear are a catalyst."

     "..."

     "You are the kind of person who inspires action. The one who brings change with his mere presence. Because of you things do not remain stagnant but are pushed forward into better things. You are constant, ever moving, you are the ingredient with out which this universe would cease to exist. You my friend are not the person writing history, you are the person inspiring it."

Catalystby ~StArMigEt

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Written for my friend Brennan. With whom I have been debating. You, my dear, are the catalyst in this story. So there!

Comments always appreciated. Thanks

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~Serifer Feb 11, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

O.o ... o.O

This is GREAT!

~StArMigEt Feb 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much! I'm so happy you enjoyed it

~Serifer Feb 15, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

No worries, you're more than welcome!

~TheGreyPoet Jan 26, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I love these conversation style writings!!! They feel so real, and they are so beautiful and heart warming!

~StArMigEt Jan 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you! I like them too. I find it more challenging to build characters purely out of conversation.

Thank you as always for your comments

~TheGreyPoet Jan 26, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

always!!!

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*RssDragon Jan 26, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I read this at work, then at home, then I thought about it for a while, then I read it again, then my eyes flooded with tears, then I... wanted to kiss every letter withing this text for they all looked so beautiful... In fact, is the final part of it that strikes right into the heart. This is a huge gift you've given us. All I can say is... Thank you love for delighting us with your words.

~StArMigEt Jan 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Oh dear you are so welcome! Thank you so much for your lovely comments and awesome support. You're fantastic!

*RssDragon Jan 26, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

You most welcome dear.

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