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i wrote something new...
inspired in part by you...
thank for your words..
even though i'm absurd...
my wishes for greatness to you...

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I can't write non-rhyming poetry...Please don't laugh...<_< :(

"Cannibalia" - 5-13-05

Let me throw you on a guillotine
dismember your body I will,
Your blood will I drink like an ovaltine
so please witness me kill.

All the intestines will I cut
your lungs will I eat,
To work my way through your gut
to enjoy your sweet meat.

Your spine I shall crack
and consume your tandy ribs,
Through the muscles I wll hack
and laugh as your blood drips.

Crush your eyes I will
brains will I suck through the nose,
Your skull with wine will I fill
with cannibalistic violence I shall overdose.

I would never laugh...this work is beautiful.
Wonderful work...

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Just another random work...


Untitled~
I hear a woeful violin weeping in the backdrop of my mind,
Bringing me forth to my own self mutilating rhetoric…
Such a beautiful tune it provides.

And the low tone of the violin plays softly and melodically in my mind,
Reminding me that I have love and empathy left to give,
In what is left of my feeble time…
Kimberly~

I would title this one Strings of Tortured Hope

It was quite lovely.

Hi Hun!
Been a long time...
I like the title, how fitting it is.
Thank you for your compliment to my work...

Peace~

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i wrote something new...
inspired in part by you...
thank for your words..
even though i'm absurd...
my wishes for greatness to you...

How beautiful your words are...
I cannot imagine how I would inspire anything, but I am very honored, and cannot wait to read it.
Thank you for your sweet wishes...
I deeply appreciate them.

I wish you Peace and Happiness...

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This work is inspired by the deep, intense dread that death brings.
For those left behind, that is.
This is me... Mourning the loss of an Angel...
One that touched my life so,
that it will never be the same.

Untitled~
I fall asleep sitting in a yard of graves,
Gazing one upon the next…
The wind whipping fire in the black blizzard that has become my hair
Exposing my tender flesh to the blazing thorns of pain
Looking down to find no one here…
Searching the sky,
As if to see something there…
But only the stars of a million deaths and miseries...
Yet in my prison of fleshy existence,
I find only one.
And then I find two.
Nothing is true of wounded souls…
Even those who live in denial of such sensory value,
Could never express that deep sense of dread,
As I attempt here and now
With the searing voices in the back of my head,
Screaming, chanting,
Calling for death…
Beseeching my voice, my objection
My choice
Yet no choice is ever mine you see,
And guilt eats my insides alive
Similar to a flesh-eating bacteria,
Only it devours me from within.
It’s mutilating my flesh and raping my mind.
It’s a dark cloud of desertion and regrets
Always hovering above my head
Standing around me
Enhancing my already tweaked,
And all-encompassing dread
Off center
No balance
And blood in my eyes…
The core of my being rocked to regression
Locked in a wayward soul,
Full of love and devotion.
Yet void in the trust and remembrance to have such love…
As the memories fade and illusions fall away,
I awake only to realize
I’m forced to face this,
Another day…
And a droplet of blood falls from my eye,
Causing tendrils of the black tresses,
Barely attended to
To matte in the face of such heartache,
Such solitude
And the torturous thoughts…
The perfectly horrible screaming
Pure innocence is lost…
Causing such pain and confusion,
I can only look up,
And with the wind whipping fire in the blizzard of my hair,
I allow the sweet, bloody rain
To wash me away again,
Leaving behind me,
My deepest, most heartfelt desire…
Kimberly~

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Another offering to the dark...

Eccentricity~
To look into the eye of strangeness,
Is to look into the eyes of me…
Only in learning to cultivate my own wildness,
Will I ever be able to rationalize my own cognitive and relative reality…
Indulging in a happier, more peaceful existence,
No matter,
But perhaps a bit more odd…
Coinciding without a voice,
Originality is but only another choice…
Demanding a defiance to accept emotional assassination,
An assertion of positive stature and position
Desiring the actual tool of ones obsession…
Yet maybe only to desire,
Or in the thwarting of such…
Revolting against rejection,
I can barely come to myself…
Only imploring a love whose passion remains,
Unrequited…
A midnight conclusion,
Caused by the force of an illusion…
Living and dying,
In a perpetual motion…
Deviation from the norm inherent,
In uniform conformity…
(If such a thing exists)
Vexing and unrelenting in this my issue…
Is it not possible to contemplate,
When consumed by a verifiable confusion?
I wish to just discover,
What it is, that constitutes my normality…
Or what it is not.
What is it, I ask, that makes me, me?
Lost in a world of theoretical psychology,
Faltering in the science that demands a certain standard of objectivity…
Cutting me from your sacred cloth
Bizarre habits thrive in a fundamentalist society,
Or maybe just in my head…
But leave me alone,
To writhe
In this,
My palette of thorns…
My imagination is piqued,
As I rest in a deep sleep,
Yet I am a mystical hermit…
The object of my love,
Not entirely encompassed…
For I am repelled and threatened,
By what society deems eccentric…
Kimberly~

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Exposed~
I can see in the distance,
Patches of light…
Encased in the illumination,
Of the fireflies dance, on this brisk autumns eve…
Weaving and winding,
Disguising my perception…
I wonder if they dread the inevitable?
The silence unbroken,
In the death of the night…
They never had a chance,
My lovely fireflies in flight…

Perhaps tangibility lies in the darkness,
The swirling and glowing, mysterious myths…
Led by inexplicable forces,
It’s entertainment en masse…

Yet I regress…

To speak of the virtual fortress that warps in my mind,
That was my intention,
My original design…
Not only to deter and negate the one who washes his hands in my blood,
But anyone else who comes into sight,
Anyone who attempts to breach these walls…
To endeavor would be fruitless,
As I have built a strong resistance…
And a perimeter,
Impenetrable…

The fireflies still dance in the distance…

They are playing with time,
For time can never be erased…
And it, like love,
Cannot be measured by distance or space…
Ah, the musical sound of the midnight hour,
A sparkling reflection from my very existence…
Falling around me in an ostentatious appearance
I am the neglected,
The tired and the worn…
I constantly search for a place to call home.
I am overly occupied by goals and promises,
As the splinters of reality embed themselves in my palms…

Remaining in the realm of infinity,
Pressing it so cruelly against my chest…
The cryptic curse that has caused me to weep at your feet,
Leave it with me,
Here…
Allow me to writhe,
In my own bitter defeat…
And in the death of the night I will silently wait…
With shame cascading in waves of regret,
And the shards of glass, slicing at my tender flesh…

I focus on the fearless fireflies again,
As they dance the dance of death…
Beneath the waning moon,
In the light of a fading mist…
I find myself dying in a rush of bloody fragments,
Fragments of me and my soul…
Exposing the light of my brilliant fire,
That brings me to my final truth…
While closing any door that may lead to desire,
I’m showing myself,
To no one but you…
Kimberly~

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your work is wonderfull, as always....
you paint a picture that dances and shimmers as though burning...the actual subject of the painting changing with each shift...transcendance...an i can't help but wonder about the things that inspire your work...it gives me a sort of metaphoric insight into your life and the workings of your emotions and psyche...a sort of intellectual intimacy that is rarely experienced...i've been so busy lately and have had very little time to sketch, write, or formulate poetry...it's scary how disconnected i've become from my creative processes, altogether unsettling....please continue your beautifull works...

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A wave of cascading light arouses her senses
As the pure agony of her ironic defeat purges,
It binds her intolerance, unearthing her defenses…
See her eye, as it catches the black liquid mass,
That is careening down this mountain…
At long last, a steely mass to engulf her tired body
Allowing the shards of time to release her agony…
Frozen in time is the reaction of her fate,
Her final moment of destiny…
The trueness of her person, her indignant remedies…
Not really a person, nor even a place
Just another mirror shattered,
A moment in time massacred…
A feeling of intention, yet one so illusive
Something surrounding the mind with a disdainful grace,
Oxymoron in terms, yet beautifully true…
If one begs to differ, just look to her face
For there in her eyes lies a grace once alluded,
As she finds herself both shocked and completely lucid…
This lake of impending doom exposes a wound that was once healed,
A wound that is begging, pleading to be heard…
A panic! A passion!
A fruitless illusion…
Such that is stealing her utterly disdainful emotion,
This mass comes in waves of fluid, debilitating motions
It’s a shower of reeling metamorphisms, lapsing over time
Trapped in this, the emotions that steal and bind…
And in tasting the womb of her own divinity,
Wrapped in a tunnel of writhing insanity
She succumbs to every fear she has ever know
As each realizes its own final, deafening silence…
Kimberly~

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YOUR WORK IS TRULY OUTSTANDING..IT REMINDS ME OF SOMEONE..:) XOXO

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Thank you so very much...
Seems you remind me of someone too.
Quite curious. :)
The_Vanished, let us cement our knowledge and see if we are right.
Who is it that my work reminds you of?
Could it be a woman- ravenous- in her persuit?
Or no, sweet Julian...

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She lies upon the stone of time,
Her sun kissed skin draped in radiant robes
She relaxes on this her threshold
Giving her life through the tips of her fingers
Fingerprints in the sands of life
Touching the moist dew on the petal of love
"Wash me clean", she says...
As he tends to her gushing soul
"Time does not heal all wounds", he reminds
He licks the bloody teardrops that flow from her minds eye
Within her mind lies a window,
A window all her own...
A window she shares with only one...

Acceptance and Insight cannot quench the pain of such
Seems only the chains of remorse hold him away
Flesh never touched...
Her golden crown glitters in the night
As she find her king to hold
But his arms are too strong, his grasp so quick
Within him she will surely drown
Loves purest beauty, and it's deepest pain
When the dewdrops kiss her face in this,
Her garden elapsed by humanities divide
The trees of times demise...

It is his fingertips that trace her lips
Tendrils fall about her face, his hands and her desire
Lovers kiss that lasts through time
Orchids come to bloom around them
A heart that follows the night, lead by one that only sees light
Let remorse know no name of ours
This queen follows her brave hearted soul,
Rest easy she begs, honest in her trust
Let her wings not burn as they near the sun

She flies with him in his powerful grasp
As long as he can hold her...
As long as she is possibly able
If her wings ever fail, let her fall swiftly into him
Don't throw her body by the sea
Seek her out if it is, that he wants she
Her weakness is in and undivided
Yet united by love
Recoiling redemption,
The mourning coo of a lonely dove..
She watches her fingers race across lines,
As they trace only his name...
She lays her soul across the Dragons chest
Finding comfort in his embrace
His wings hold her tight,
Yet always allow her to fly away...
He uses his magic to light the night,
In which they soar
Seeking out her savage garden,
He gently sets her down...
He sets her down, yet he never lets her go
He leads her to a palace he created just for her
Watching her as she revels in the majesty of his vision
She wanders a spectacular path he has laid before her
It's as if Heaven itself has silently beckoned
And called her glory to his outstretched hand...
He stands with her under that stars
Taking in her every movement...
An orchestra waits to begin at his cue
And does so when she bows her head in acceptance
They dance, they kiss
He shows her who they really are
Violet sentiments of a love so lasting
So very true,
Traces lay everywhere as the faces begin to blur
He goes to one knee as she walks to him...
Raw and exposed... ready to love again.
Arm at her sides with not an intention
Though to simply stand naked
And bask in His glorious reflection...
Kimberly~

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you write in a divine way...i love your poetry..i love the meadering dance it leads my imagaination...you are a great writer,,,,,you have exsisted long before i was bourne in darkness...you were the fiirst to compliment my very first poems there...i exsisit as a writer because of your contribution...you saw a seed ...bloom ...thankyou angel oxoxoxo i have a feeling of true love fpr your presance in my life.....though ive never met you,,,,i know we would get along so well...and oh how we would talk into the dawn,,,,, oceans are a bitch oxoxo

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I agree, oceans are a bitch...
You flatter me Julain, for the way you write is so beautiful and inspiring to me that I cannot imagine you finding anything in my work that would not have alraedy been touched by yours.
I have had faith in you from the beginning. As your talent is so astounding...your heart so pure and full of emotion. I see in your soul something that always brings me to where you are, so that I can absorb what you scribe.
I would see us talking into the night, if the oceans would allow, for I feel that our paths are leading us on the same venture. We do have much in common and a love for life and beauty that extends its hand accross the miles that span...
Thank you for your words sweetness...they tug at my heart~

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And then a poem, something I just puked out...
'I am but emotions bound in pen and feelings are like chains, as I bind my spirit to this, the empty page...'

So consuming is the fortress of solitude,
Lingering desires that suck the soul writhing in silence,
Keep the falling that hold fast to the bound...
Shades of Grey conceal the one who licks the dripping wounds,
Amazing are the lofty ambitions of a sleeping mind...
Bits and pieces shred around her aimless goals...her intentions,
Suffering so complete and wrenching to the soul who holds the Golden Orchid...
A tear escapes her eye as she climbs the stairs to her bedchamber,
Falling into the cold and callous sheets that betray her warmth,
Oh, how sobering the tug of remorse...
Longing for that single Kiss...
Everyone needs something beautiful to fill the hole inside of them...
It is the breath of fire that she sees in her minds eye,
That which keeps her spirit alive...
And she will remain forever if only to indulge in this...
Poised and ready to attack without merit,
So easy to push love from the heart of consciousness...
So delicate are the grains of sand,
That slip through the fingers of Father Times hand...
To see her suffer is to leave her in solitude,
Such is a pain too sweet to taste...
The bitterness that swims behind her haunting eyes....
Blinding her the truth that bleeds into the night,
Pain is better than no feeling at all...
Peering out the window of her enchanted fortress,
Only to find no one looking back at her...
Dreams of love knock on her dusty door,
But no answer comes to those who call...
Sinful are the yens of her heart, time is lost and undivided,
She reads the amber eyes to ease her pain...
Ride her dreams and kiss her tears... as she chokes on them
Remembering together, knowing alone
Leave her her heated breath for fear there is naught...
Acceptance, sickeningly inherent...
Broken and bleeding is the heart that sobs for completion
Never knowing the words that need to be said
And the tainted innocence that dies,
Masking the irrational elation,
When reality takes denials place on the Throne of realisms destination...
Kimberly~

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he's right.
and you shouldn't take for granted your gift, if all poetry had the same beat and flow it would make for a much more boring existence.
if you could only see yourself the way others see you.

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Yes...If only I could...
But then would my gift be different if I did?...
Would I? Be different that is.
One never knows, and the view from the outside is almost always clearer than the one from the inside..That said/typed,
I see through a window..If that makes any sense at all. Everything is blurred by the dew that collects on the glass...
I confuse myself somtimes.

Needless to say, I thank you kindly for your words of praise, and for your time in reading my humble work...
Thank You~

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Untitled~
Suck this venom from me!
Why??

To halt the infusion of misery...

Don't let it touch my core,
I'm only living in my now...

Laughing or crying
Some people never let go

Yet others can go on...

Tight that silent thread
And step outside yourself
If only to face my screams...

Cellophane nightmares
Baking powder dreams...

Is just getting by really living?

Quiet...

Where has integrity gone?

Bitter orchids
Dripping with teeth ...

Biting

Making me bleed...

Never been defined by anyone ...but me...
Nightmarish dreams set to shape
The ache in blinding smiles...

Freedom looking better every moment

Watch me break the walls
And never give in...
Step free from what it is that binds me...

Facilitate my own needs?

The flashes of conscious
Leave the heart to mend

Silent the noise of deeds?

A path needs extension
From one never left...

Evicting notions of love or grandeur
Contentment embracing the flesh of one

The heart of another...

Beautiful secrets stored too deep,
To have any other find them...
Hold me close while you twist that knife,
A legacy to comprehend...

As I enhance my inner colors,
Plastic birdhouses become invasive...

A mirror with two faces

A candle without a wick

Another broken memory...
Ah, my throne of self-indulgence...

The perpetual martyr without a cause,
Skin peeled back to reveal the beast...

But to erase oneself and start anew!

Erase me,
Erase you...

To feel the pen scribe,
Than ultimately destroy...
A lesson in self preservation

Or complete defeat?

Ponder a moment
As I fall in...behind you...

Obscured

Yet reaching out for nothing...

Eyes once bright and full of light
Dimmed to a haunting Grey

Where I see, not how,
A glimmer could come back to them...

Eyes forced by betrayal
And pain
To look away...

Unable to have faith
In ultimate destiny...

The pedal from an orchid
Floating in a pool of blood...

Every aspect of a life known well
Is gone...
Stripped and dead,
Sleeping under a willow tree...

Secret agendas and systematic lies
Regret in the finality of one test...
The evolution of internalization
Gnawing at my feet...

Bringing the core of a burning flame
To surface...

Pleasure vs. Pain...

How much can one lowly soul take?
Sorrow directs a path...
Lost in reaching for nothing,
Only to find true colors...

Fly away little birdie

Fly away...

Empty bottles, shattered glass
A face ravaged by lies
Broken wings stalk the night...
Always watching

Never seen...

Solemn is said fight
To have one glimpse of light
Behind a vacant stare...

Given begrudgingly
Those words and wounds

Dark secrets drift in a black memory...
Yet shadowy vines reach still,
To kiss the Moon...
Kimberly~




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