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Of Virgins and snow

30 Wednesday Sep 2015

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T’was a night before morning
and all through this life
the nightmare before daytime
gifts no end of strife

Ghosts of then ghouls of now
haunt an overwrought soul
a confusing cacophony
words falling, pits of black coal

Tides and torrents
tumble in and gush out
run down cheeks in hot streams
throat swallows shut

Blue eyes query wildly
what the fuck goes on here?
silenced voice screaming
your fears, we live near!

Embrace them, relinquish
hold on tight but let go
you are the virgin
they drove into that snow.

~Myla: Melting.

September 30, 2015

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Contradictions… III

21 Monday Sep 2015

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Contradictions… III

I am…
…loosely cemented… no, inured and secured… of far sighted vision… sight lines fully obscured… entire… no partial… I cower… no rise… small silly child… no, crone oh-so -wise… zig zag and waver… no, I walk a strong gait… run to a finish line… no (im)patiently wait… emptiness, hollow… fill my bottomless soul… stubborn… no willing… fragmented… no whole… pieces of puzzles falling down to a floor… fall apart… no together… build a wall… no, a door… treasure inside… open it, open it… no, slam it shut… should have known better… Pandora! You slut.

~Myla: unknowingly certain.
September 21, 2015

Image: Female Fragment, with masses of love and gratitude for the art of Paige Bradley

 

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Contradictions… II

21 Monday Sep 2015

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Contradictions II

I am…
…of a clear mind… and also perplexed… and running… no motionless… brain overly flexed… silent tears flow in rivers… down this young weathered face… each chases another… a perverse little race… I smile… no grimace… and laugh… no wail… quiet refrain… screams fail, epic fail… I see… no I’m blind… I am cruel… no I’m kind… I am twisted… no straight… occupy rooms full of love… an abandoned house full of hate… agnostic… no atheist… tempting fate, tempting fate…

~Myla: unknowing.
September 21, 2015

Image: Twisted Female No. 2, with masses of love and gratitude for the art of Paige Bradley