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My starlight
by *perso-melodia

I'm sort of angry that you put this in scraps. It really deserves to be in the literature area, just because I actually really enj...

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Define one’s thought alas a flame  Left behind one soul, a dame  Anger grown depicted new  Sorrow thrown one broiling stew.   
Ask me not why I please  The kindred heart pure at ease  Yet deprive my own heart’s keep  Leaving wildfires to tear and weep.
Flames to Cry
by =Emmie-Lynne

This is mercifuly short. I say that not because it's bad (it isn't). I say that because I just wrote a religion final, but fo...

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The mind pours into the skull of stone  A transcending track to infinitely roam.  The cerebrospinal fluid hesitates to stay,  Bombarding consciousness in colorful disarray.   
Vesicles form enclosing the mind  Anima, quicksand, into a rind,  Instructions flare, a hidden curse  To listen in fear, a query in verse.  
 
Please hop in a vessel and line thy feet,  
Straight intact the bones will then cleave  The muscle in two where it swings,  
Gentle and sleek among its strings.   
The clock struck twelve and all is new,  
The knees are sprung with 5 feet 2  No p
Vesicles of the Mind
by =Emmie-Lynne

The imagery in this piece is absolutely amazing. Why, then, did I ding you on Technique, you may ask? A couple of reasons: First one ...

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Extraction, living fraction, fractured filthy, flying high  Left in somber, sorrow satin, streaming silent, uncrossed sigh  Never written, words of wisdom, waken quiet queries be  Holden berries, witen cherries, a burning series on the tree  Forgotten Mary, mine eyes carry, myths of morrow, tender found  Groven greens, a growing scene, gilded waters of healthy ground.
Fractional
by =Emmie-Lynne

Dear Gawd, I love this piece. I have no idea what it means. But I love it. Alright, as is my loverly tradition, I am going to start w...

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Thro the throes of birth, to dawn,  Out from this dusky womb I go:   
My Mother pushed, gasping a whimper:  Repeat, fade, repeat, fade . . .  On her last, the Doc, Okayed, Okayed,  While my Father stood me up  On a naked world many stories told  Upon its surface, I walked like a limper:   
To what path, to what where,  Within me could not care  Minding a mind, I did not contain.  Innocent sight, no terror there,  No Light appeased or Darkness I dree:  Neither side could explain,  For me, neither wise nor loud enough  To fall for bluff or slush in their slough
A Tots Woe
by *PeacefulSoul

Oh where to begin! I love the way you use the language to give it a more... well, I don't want to say "antiquated" as that has ne...

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