some desired doll

Lyrics: Come on, angel Come and save us Let me see sunrise Give me something For the one thing we immortalized Gaze upon you Turning into some desired doll I’ll be there to come and shake you When your will dissolves My love Come out of the woods Come out of the woods Now darling […]

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Dear Huntsman

“When the fox preaches, look to the geese.” – German Proverb Curiosity quintessentially Massacres cats But foxes only get caught When they feel they ‘ought So if your trap Rudimentary as it may be Manages to snag a canidae? If the swiftness of the vixen Hasn’t given it the slip? Consider this Dear huntsman And be not distressed […]

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Of Monsters and Men

You will learn to love me, begrudgingly In fact you already do In absence and errant thought The forget-me-not first thought in the morning I am the pins and needles from the too-tight boots That you laced improperly just to spite me On remembering how I once said That aesthetic is very important And you […]

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Tiny Dancer

On a foggy November morning… The ache of a melody. It awakens me to a world that is still as brutal as it is beautiful. Only more so than the day before. So cold yet so cherishing. With December looming. — I want to dedicate this song… To Rachel of In Mind and Out Blog. […]

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Some Enchanted Evening

The utopian whimsy of fairytale endures Seared so very tenderly within me Ignited by delightful, childlike incantations The delicately hued occultist flames that still radiate  To this day, with all the eternal arcanum of freemasonry I was the girl who was tall even when she was small Basking in the warmth of inextinguishable fictions As they […]

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Bottom’s up

             Down, down, down the rabbit hole, she goes In her minds dilated eyes The syrinx abyss unfolds Towards unknown wonders That bloom and brim asunder                   Down, down, down the rabbit hole, she drowns Swirling with lost’s and found’s Bottom’s up […]

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leones et agnos

If given the unfortunate choice Of playing the perpetual victim Or assuming the “undesirable” role Of the reprehensible villain Which would I take? Without the need to hesitate I would plainly state, “Quickly— fetch me my dagger and a goddamn cape.” If it pleases thee To burn me at the stake? That’s… actually great Fry […]

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Quiet Time

Quiet is woman’s most misleading reprieve A method of marinating our collective madness A conservatory of fury and frenetic energy Which is why our silence Is so highly weaponized A righteous design Honed patiently for centuries By nature’s most dangerous darlings The Royal ‘She’ History’s ample antagonists So sublime is that quiet That fools are born and […]

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my fury (III)

  fu·ry ˈfyo͝orē/ noun wild or violent anger. “tears of fury and frustration” GREEK MYTHOLOGY a spirit of punishment, often represented as one of three goddesses who executed the curses pronounced upon criminals, tortured the guilty with stings of conscience, and inflicted famines and pestilences.    I. my fury has a past, a purpose my fury […]

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Hymn of the Flowers

She sings to the beebalm A hymn that rightfully upends The heathens in the heliotrope She bends the milk thistle with song A migratory melody that subdues The naysayers in the nightshade With lyrical alchemy An adagio of psalms She calms the devils in the delphinium A refrain that reconciles the roses With the tyranny […]

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everything’s roses

The Rose Tree by William Butler Yeats — ‘O words are lightly spoken,’  Said Pearse to Connolly,  ‘Maybe a breath of politic words  Has withered our Rose Tree;  Or maybe but a wind that blows  Across the bitter sea.’  ‘It needs to be but watered,’  James Connolly replied,  ‘To make the green come out again  […]

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impossible

It’s true I’m hopeless Hopelessly infatuated With impossibilities The reason being, simply Everything else there is Or ever was Or ever will be Fucking      b o r e s       me It’s true I’m impossible Impossibly hopeful For opposition The reason being, simply Everyone else there is Or ever was Or ever will be […]

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never captive

Hummingbirds and their saccharine hearts Fabergé beaks and staccato flight Translucent to the eye of the beholden Lost on a Mankind wildly inept At discerning the language of nature The subliminal wisdom of wings The hypnotic properties of repetition Embedded in the arc of ancient trees Steeped in the nectar of coral bells Kept in […]

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v e r t i g o

tonight, I walk a fine line four stories high north by north west at the behest of a love that became a circus a side show in time I have learned to live with the vertigo and so— convincingly serene my petite, ballerina feet lipstick hue hibiscus pink waist cinched the hypnotic glint of a sequin adorned […]

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The Chase

The hunt had ended Once the conceit of the cornets had ceased The shrill staccato of French horns Silenced by the day’s defeats As had the deeply throated howls From a once-frenzied pack of hounds Joyless from the journey’s futilities A parade of downtrodden canine In languid retreat Their consolations culling in the faint outline Of […]

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sans voix

Hélas silence, sweet silence! The stars exalt thee in stifled song To whom shall I be beholden For this fortuitous sojourn? ‘Tis an empyrean rendezvous Greatly overdue with thee Dame de supériorité! Come forth with thy quaint scorn Inherit not the chapel shadows If it so pleases thee Reveal thy wordless sabotage Ambassadeur du vide! Saint of synchronicity […]

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I O U

I stole the moon for you raccoon eye’d that self satisfied smile of mine just a girl who grew up thinking wildflowers as friends rebel heart blind evident in the undertaking of inadvisable swan dives invading the pool’s of strangers who would rather be lovers just to prove herself capable of splitting unfamiliar waters so, you […]

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requiem to weaponry

territorial is the empress possessive is cupid’s kiss a lone crusader, clandestine tending to collections of passions, of poisons fanatical in lieu of pragmatism her body’s glorious armies nestle in the temporary repose  of her heart’s fox holes fragilities en obscura  beneath shiny clefts of chain mail capricious is the countess reticent as the residue […]

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she became

it’s terribly cold on a non sequitur throne she weeps beautiful blue icicles reflective as scepters trophy wife shelved kept in perpetual winter frigid beds betray  the deep red memory of a girl burning and suddenly numb grey days she became kept delicate as glass frozen in a crown   (for now) — a. duncan […]

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