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Dreamed a Little Dream by Sinnomangirl, literature

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Dreamed a Little Dream

Dreamed a Little Dream I am the river, still and tranquil, the moon creating diamonds of my surface. I drift, and sift, brushing ever so softly against the sandy shore. The soil so bibulous, porous, drinks me in with a purpose, of sustaining the life that it grows. I seep around the rocks and the past, to be touched by something more. The root of a tree finds what it needs, and participates in my potation. I do not feel used, its much more mutualistic. I nourish, it grows, then we both are witness to my transformation. A vein in a leaf, I feel a cool breeze, and we dance apart, but together. The sun shines through me and I feel it again, a ch

Adulation in a bottle. by Sinnomangirl, literature

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Adulation in a bottle.

When I think of love, I imagine building ships in glass bottles. No simple hobby to be sure. Delicate, intricate, fragile pieces but together. Carefully shrouded in clear,unclouded,simple sanctuary. When I think of love, I envision the timid hand directing each dainty fragment into place. One wrong move and the entire thing could topple over. Was this effort a waste; do you have the patience, controlled compassion to make it a whole? Perhaps you are thinking to much? Careful, but natural, veracious movements take you to the point of completion. There, you can breathe again. When I think of love, would you leave it on a shelf collecting dust

Effeminate. by Sinnomangirl, literature

Grudge. by Sinnomangirl, literature

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Grudge.

If I ride long enough will I feel a sense of distance, from my past, and memories, from anything with you in it? Take the long way home, get lost on dirt roads. Walk in to the woods where no one else goes. If I run in the forest will I forget damages dealt? I am left a wild thing, to savage for anyone else. I wear your scars like war paint. Always ready for a battle. A pretty little Philistine, with affections hard to handle. Crawl out from the wilderness, face to face with an edifice. A territory of slick gray walls,reflecting glass,and wallowing calls. It stinks like a creation with you right there in the center. I see you in your

Somedays. by Sinnomangirl, literature

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Somedays.

Some days seem longer than others, because you are on my mind. Hands on the clock wont be bothered,and the gears inside don't care to wind. Some thoughts seem sadder than others because I feel I wasted your time. The sound of your laugh makes it harder to remember the sound of mine. Failing at the task of forgiving, ask me if I am okay ,and I'll will lie. The clock finally moves a tick as I slowly shut my eyes. The only person that I can control is the person I am inside. Letting go is the key, it turns, and grinds. Breath is what reminds me I am alive. Now most days are better than others, as I practice to still my mind. Hands on the

Hello ,I am a Mother. by Sinnomangirl, literature

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Hello ,I am a Mother.

I was raised in an ocean town with rivers running through it. Sometimes I think I am more fish than a silly human. Perhaps I am a little of both, a mermaid, can you imagine? Alas I have no fins or tail, so I use ones made of plastic. I was raised by a old Cherokee man who would sit me in his lap. Tell me tales of courage and pride ,of sadness and regret. His stories taught me right from wrong, words I was to live by. As I watch his eyes by the fire, his music came alive. I raise a little child of my own, the most cherished treasure. He runs in fields and on the beaches, just like his doting Mother. We walk together in the forest trees a

Pillar. Redo (no rhyming...gah!) by Sinnomangirl, literature

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Pillar. Redo (no rhyming...gah!)

Pillar. In a place I had never been. I sit on roots of a dead tree. Everything around is alive. Everything but the tree and I. The wind whips through wild flowers. I feel it caress my body. Blowing wisps into my hair. I sit back to breathe it all in. Clouds keep rolling by, making shapes. I hold my breath hoping time stops. All things good will come to an end. Just like this tree and I once did. The ground shook, cracked, and broke away. I grabbed my knees up to my chest. I pressed my back in to the bark. Everything alive simply fell. I am left there on a pillar. Calling for anything, someone. Then I can feel it once again. A

You're a Sickness by Sinnomangirl, literature

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You're a Sickness

You're a sickness. 'Cause your mouth is a toxin seeping poisons into the veins. All the blood cells are all failing to purge your words. They are consuming. I'm becoming an anemic. I am so love sick. You're a sickness. 'Cause your touch like needles injecting venom under my skin. There is no defense from your nails tearing epidermis. I'm becoming a victim. I am so love sick. You're a sickness. Now I have caught it. A contagion with an addiction. There is no cure for all these emotions. Someone cut the cord quick. I'm becoming adherent. Oh... I am so love sick.

Hide and Seek. by Sinnomangirl, literature

The Mosaic and The Wanderer. by Sinnomangirl, literature

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The Mosaic and The Wanderer.

Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude. Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles. A stranger strolls by and sees a stone to keep for his own collection. He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen. That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude. Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle. In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction. As the day exsiccates, a mosaic is made, and a soul has been awakened. A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken. He loves to stroll and

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Birds Beside Your Grave by arsenic-sea, literature

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Birds Beside Your Grave

the birds beside your grave lie in wait gathered by mutual tragedy and silence's elusive air equally oppressive as it is nearly unbreathable its potency is diluted by cracking leaves fallen and formed merely for the cutting of bare feet yet no match for sharper talons and quiet beaks feathers glisten with moisture of the forgotten rain a night of forlorn eyes staring into cold lakes placid with captured heaven in small doses slowly acquired yet only to greater ecstasy watching ever so closely secretly wishful willing witness to a sight often unseen the reemergence of ghosts a chorus of souls joined in mournful song the tune ethereal echoed an

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Muse by owen-sixes, literature

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Muse

When I look in your eyes I forget about everything else For the short moments we spend together Outweigh the world I was lost in a see of hopelessness Until I found you on that bench Sitting there pen in hand Scribbling what you called nonsense I thank the gods in heaven above For sending me your way You’re my bright and shining star And my forever after My muse, my friend, my canvas

The Dance of Death by DoktorOttoDerrmann, literature

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The Dance of Death

See him dance in merriment, An Emperor among the crowd. He dances along with slaves, For in death all are one. Even as his worthless gold shines, The dirt anoints his holy brow, As his skeletal eyes survey The undead dance of ending. Watch the peasant dance in joy, As in death he is a king, Like all his fellows. His rags are jewel encrusted, And his relief is great, For soon all will join him In the carnival of the macabre. Death sits on his mighty throne, His skeletal frame like stone, As he hunches over and laughs. Wine flows like blood through his goblet, And he joins in with the music. To the violin he lightly waltz's And to the piano,

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Skull scarf = love! by Sinnomangirl, visual art

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Hello...My name is Larra. I live in Florida. I have a son, Alex, who lights up my life. I love being outside.Although here, July-Sept you have to spend outside in water or you will burn up and die. I like to treadmill because I like to run, but I don't like the idea of people watching me run. I mean, your trying to push yourself which does not look pretty. I like to kayak down the rivers, until a shrimp jumps in my kayak and makes me flail around till I flip over. I hate shrimp. They are like crunchy little sea cockroaches. My son is just like me, for better or worse, and is my best friend. He is hilarious and surprises me with how smart he is every day. I enjoy writing because I believe it exercises the brain in a very artistic way. It helps me deal with what we as humans have to deal with...Damn emotions. Also when all one can do is doodle its easier to resort to words. I also enjoy good conversations. Feel free to chat any time.

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Favourite Visual Artist

Van Gogh without a doubt.

Favourite Movies

Casshern, House of Flying Daggers, The Last Unicorn, Despicable Me, Phantom of the Opera, Red Dragon, anything with Vincent Price in it.

Favourite TV Shows

Bones, Game of Thones, Ripper street, Doctor Who, Wild Things with Dominic M, Hannibal(2013)

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Portishead,Stabbing Westward,In Flames, NIN, Type o Negative, Tool, A Perfect Circle,Deftones,Flight of the Conchords,Voltaire

Favourite Books

Tales of the Otori , Order of Solace, The Great Gatsby, Juliette, Wuthering Heights...we could be here a while

Favourite Writers

Voltaire,Lian Hearn,Jane Austen, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Sara Teasdale, Lord Byron,Marquis de Sade,Steven Pacheco,Emily Brontë..etc