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I'm the girl with bayou eyes,
twigs, mud and death snaking into my curls.
I pause to breathe and s-h-o-c-k,
shock sets in:
Day One.
Earthen clasps latch on my arms,
pulling me back down;
the meandering waters clutch
at my bell-shaped elbows.
Day Six.
My smile is climatic;
the sun always seems to shine,
burning the layers of leaves
but I can't even put up a fight
to remember its grace.
Day Seventeen.
I'm surrounded by an animalistic embrace--
mismatched light from alligator stares
and throaty frog musings.
Day Twenty-eight.
I forget what color
the back of my eyelids were.
twigs, mud and death snaking into my curls.
I pause to breathe and s-h-o-c-k,
shock sets in:
Day One.
Earthen clasps latch on my arms,
pulling me back down;
the meandering waters clutch
at my bell-shaped elbows.
Day Six.
My smile is climatic;
the sun always seems to shine,
burning the layers of leaves
but I can't even put up a fight
to remember its grace.
Day Seventeen.
I'm surrounded by an animalistic embrace--
mismatched light from alligator stares
and throaty frog musings.
Day Twenty-eight.
I forget what color
the back of my eyelids were.
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I've been known to bring strong
men to their knees
and leave them there.
Call me thursday night - I'll be laying in the bathtub,
candlelit with the makings for a pipe
bomb. I like to make explosive
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Dearest of diaries,
I found a body in my attic early this morning, filthy and somewhat decomposed, naked among old photographs and clothing I’d have never worn again anyway. The body is sewn up in the front like a weathered gym bag, faded and smelling of sweat, mold, failure. It’s a woman and she’s beautiful. Or, she was. It wasn’t hard to see.
There is something cathartic about dragging the body down to my bike. I’d been having problems with my self image in the last few weeks; seeing a woman I might have fallen in love with in life, surely at a distance, in this physical condition made me feel better about the l
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every whore has her heartbreak
she's the type of girl who
makes the Capulets cringe;
she has Satan on her speed dial
and bitemarks on Trouble's neck.
on wednesday, she gives Karma lapdances,
teaches Heartbreak 101 on thursday,
and tangos with Danger on friday.
by saturday night,
she's already seduced all the boys
in her weekly flea market.
and sunday morning,
she flees to the next town
on her to-do-list.
--
he has expired lungs and ventilator-lips,
a faded cerabral cause and eyelids inched apart.
lenses are permanently laced over his nose,
up-turned when buried in comic book pages.
he is reason-impaired
and to them he is a faded bother.
he's the boy wi
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For the lovely and busy[hopefullyhappilybusy], ~a-fiery-boom.
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They had asked for " a poem or something too, if you want. Just no romance." I hope this is okay. (:
HOP TO IT STEPHANY.
STOP BEING A SLACKER.
Thank you ~lemmingtimes for being my editor!
Also for =KneelingGlory's Mini Poetry Contest . Humor was encouraged but I am rarely funny, especially when it comes to poetry. D: Used the words "climatic" and "bell".
+ = They had asked for " a poem or something too, if you want. Just no romance." I hope this is okay. (:
HOP TO IT STEPHANY.
STOP BEING A SLACKER. Thank you ~lemmingtimes for being my editor!
Also for =KneelingGlory's Mini Poetry Contest . Humor was encouraged but I am rarely funny, especially when it comes to poetry. D: Used the words "climatic" and "bell".
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Utterly gorgeous. Tight structure, lovely sense of rhythm and rhyme, but aptly eerie too. Your writing evokes thickly burbling emotions, muddy echoes, and shrill voices in the night. A dark beauty, your Song to t' Bayou.
Grazie for sharing this with all of us in the dA sea! 
1 grammar correction:
"to remember it's grace" ---> "to remember its grace"
It's = it is. Its = possessive form.
Fae is something of a grammar freak. ^^ Hope you don't mind! I think that one change will up the quality of the poem, though the content itself is amaziiiiing!
Grazie for sharing this with all of us in the dA sea! 1 grammar correction:
"to remember it's grace" ---> "to remember its grace"
It's = it is. Its = possessive form.
Fae is something of a grammar freak. ^^ Hope you don't mind! I think that one change will up the quality of the poem, though the content itself is amaziiiiing!