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Office flame :iconchaian:chaian 0 0
Literature
Undead
I'm smart, I'm fast, clued up,
I shine brighter and brighter,
my excitement a fire,
and it burns away
the shadow at my feet,
blindingly hiding my all my grief.
It burns until I'm exhausted,
my jaws ache and clench,
my mind throbs at the stench
rising from my past and dead.
They stare up at me,
trailing by my side.
The only link
tenuous at best,
with no bridge to burn,
no way to turn
all the wrongs into rights,
and I stare with dead eyes
at all my darkest parts,
the unforgiven, unforgettable past.
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Literature
Sleeping Beauty
Kiss me gently,
as I sleep.
Wipe the tears,
from my cheeks.
There's no better time to care,
than when I'm not there.
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Literature
Nowhere Close
Your conspicuous shadow,
trailing it's fingers,
slow,
across my mind.
Cold as time,
warm as love,
I can feel you
when you're nowhere near.
Your whispered words,
tickling in my ears,
soft,
across my skin.
Desire-hot,
near-forgot,
I can hear you,
even though you're not here.
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Fine Line :iconchaian:chaian 0 0
Literature
Swirl
As the snow flurries past the window
building trenches on the paths
and the sun shines
weakly,
I stare out the window
at the life of winter
as it beats at the house.
There is my life,
there is my wasteland,
just bleak covered white
with grey-lined horizons.
And for every spark of colour that I see
there are acres of bleached landscape
tormenting me,
blazing trails of desolation
across once bright memories.
There is no warmth inside me
to keep this chill away
as it frosts my skin
with veils of ice
like some bizarrely real fairytale.
And I see no princess
bravely wading through the sludge,
a kiss on her lips
ready to free me from this sight.
If I woke from this dream,
and remembered it the next day,
would I realise that the answer
was only one door away?
Would I find myself outside,
with my boots in my hand,
and a smile on my face
as I surveyed the unconquered land?
Would I see my saviour
as just another lass
at the bar,
ready to welcome me into the warm?
Or would I stay always inside,
m
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Literature
Drip
The silence shreds my patience,
whispering away the last of my time
as I wait.
The edginess of now
changes anticipation to angst,
angst to charged blows
against my consciousness -
a rhythmic beating that strips away
my smile, my eyes, my ears,
leaving me raw
and drip, drip, dripping …
Little bits dropping off
to meet the floor and lie there
unshaken by my tremors
started in my tips
and shivering down to my toes,
tapping my heels against the linoleum.
There is no more to spend
in this garish place
of fluorescence,
yet I still sit,
begging time to pay me no heed
and to move as though greased
through the hallowed passages
bringing others' feet
closer to me.
Bringing the news
I need to hear
to stop
this.
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Picture perfect :iconchaian:chaian 1 8
Literature
Dance with the dead
It’s the wind howling through the branches
baring themselves for winter.
It’s the sound of children smiling
with their hands clasped tight behind them.
The silence of apples swinging -
tantalizing little teeth and bright eyes.
It’s nearing the witching hour,
All Hallow’s Eve is soon to arrive.
It’s the tingle of excitement lingering in the air,
the promise of enlightenment chasing ‘way the fear.
Candy balls and bags and bowls and strings
shrouding the true mystery,
evil waiting yet unseen.
The laughter slowly fading
as the moon climbs, ponderous and full.
The children all but sleeping,
being stuffed with sweets so good …
And in the near-silence of the evening,
as the lights begin to dim,
there’s a rustling and a creaking
as the evil creeps on in.
Floating out the shadows,
hiding in the light,
pouring from the pumpkins –
a truly ghoulish sight.
Be glad your party’s over,
and you’re safely sound asleep,
for the Dance Macabre isn
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Literature
Hopeless
It's only seven
and my plans feel stale -
taste dry as the ash
in my cigarette's hell.
It's only seven
and I've nothing to do -
even though my plans
had me fully booked.
It's only seven
and I can't think at all...
What will I do
without all your talk?
It's only seven
again, third time this week,
and it matters only little
if it's am or pee.
It's only seven
and I've not much to say -
haven't done a stitch
don't think I will today.
It's only seven
and now it's weekend again.
At long bloody last
I can drink again.
Sweet oblivion
the vodka accords
as my melancholy
shifts
to melodius thoughts.
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:iconchaian:chaian 1 0
Literature
Desolate
You're just walking
best you can,
and I'm one step beside you
holding your hand
through all the danger
of this disturbing land.
And you sprint ahead -
just like you can -
I never stopped you
in this dead-man's land.
But when I look again
you've stopped awhile -
'I'm tired,' you say
with a crooked smile.
And I can't believe it.
All I’ve done
you've thrown away
’cos you thought
you could run.
Now you're just walking
away down the road –
I miss you like hell
but it's nothing compared
to the sadness
of this solitary shell.
You were a soul mate -
not the bedding kind -
but perfect for me
even with those
clear lines.
What do I do now?
Now that you're gone…
Now that you've thrown
away all that we've grown…
You act like they said:
you're white trailer trash,
and I am my father,
gone in a flash.
There's nothing that's left here,
just ashes and must.
There's nothing to see here,
just hearts turned to dust.
We've both lost a feeling -
that feeling of hope.
We've both lost
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Literature
Indecent
I only know it's dark
because you told me.
I only know the light
by your words.
I only feel myself
when i'm around you,
and this person I don't even recognise.
I only have my strength
when you're beside me -
for the rest of time
I hide away.
I only know what's right
because you showed me.
Is this your kind of love
or is it just another way?
There is no other side
to console me,
inside there's only this
all-comprising covering of grey.
There is no other one
to behold me,
as you've seen inside of me
all of the long way.
Do you understand me truly?
Or are these just
the words you're wont to say?
Do you know how I feel
when I'm tired,
when you won't leave me,
when you won't go away?
I only know what's bright
cos you showed me.
That doesn't mean
I see it clear as day.
All i know is this nighttime,
when all I want is for you to stay.
All I understand is the hurting,
the pushing and pulling far away.
I am afloat in this grey ocean,
softly lulled to sleep
as I lose your grasp again.
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Literature
Meaning required
You didn't have to live through it, my lala-land boy...
It was crappily slow - a wasted eternity.
A stale breath of air
trapped in an office chair
caged by arms and wheels and whir-whir-whir...
Thin smiles -
Pasty frowns, glazed eyes, bullshit lines.
The static flicker of factory bulbs
hardening even time
till nothing moved,
save the flutter of dry lashes on brows.
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You :iconchaian:chaian 1 0
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Dads :iconchaian:chaian 0 2
Literature
Step lightly
It's only the cars' noise
echoing the train in my head -
the shh-shhhrrr-shhrrrr
of the rail or their tread.
My feet are silent
by compare.
More quiet even
than my breathe.
The long week falls behind
with each step:
quiet, soft I cross the line.
It's darker now,
the way still too long,
and I'm weary
with my traintrack song.
I watch instead the
cracks go by,
my shoes barely pass
in front of my eyes.
I
hear
boots
on pavement.
I
must
run
Screams my mind.
But
his
shoes
keep pace with mine.
When I raise my head, up and to the side
My death is written there, in his eyes.
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Sheana Campbell
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Current Residence: Guttercity
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Some things can't be spoken, only written.
This is one of those.

Offered safety with soft words,
kind smiles.
Drove me around the area,
cut me these white lines.
But inside I was terrified,
I knew the shit to come,
and when you undressed me
my mind sat there stunned.
Outside I was laughing,
the joke tired and shrill.
Inside I was shaking,
wondering what happened to my will.
I can't explain the feeling,
I can't tell you of the pain.
Apart from all the tearing,
I'd never be the same.

Outside I'm the same girl,
I smile, I joke, I laugh.
But inside is the horror
that belongs to my past.
  • Listening to: Crickets, planes, silence
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Thank you for the favorite and your comment, meant a lot.
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Rainbowdash Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
I read child on nightmandl's page and i really liked it so... high five
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chaian Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2009
Muchos gracias.
:D
Don't believe Dave - he threw a poem at me and i added five words.
He deserves medals for his humility.
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