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A fairy Tale As Silly as it May Be

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A fairy Tale
As silly as it may be.

In the Spring of the light,
Many centuries ago,
HER petals fell as
rain bent HER crown,

Darkened skies,
Lightning bolts,
Wilted petals in need
of a bright sky,

A Fairy Tale as silly
as it may be,
Was creeping upon
HER smoltering
deep dark skies,
~~~~~~~~~~~
One Wintery night,
Many years ago,
HIS twigs began to
freeze as icicles
froze HIS crown,

Gray’ish skies,
Bolts of hail,
Crackened twigs in
need of a light sky,

A Fairy Tale as silly
as it may be,
Was creeping upon
HIS smoltering
deep dark skies,
~~~~~~~~~~~
*Two
worlds
collide
into
one*

He drenched her petals,
She mended his twigs,
As
they
intertwined
with
one
another,

A Fairy Tale as
Silly as it may be.

You and Me.

@camistar.com

Anxiety Delights

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imagesSounds of life, social laughs, grunts of disappointment, annoying remarks.

There he is succumbed by his own eye flickering.  Sounds of life swirl into his ears drums as they puncture his senses. Overload.

He ignores the pain as yellow discharge swooshes out of his ears in an attempt to deal with the laughter.

Sights of life, kids dancing, couples kissing, family talking.

Beauty. He embraces it. He loves it yet the pumping blood in his body freezes his movement. He is frozen in time wanting to dance with laughter yet he is glued down.

He speaks in tongues, he has on his mask of delight.

Neighbors will never know the anxiety displayed in every cell of his body.

 

 

 

Raw Love

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Love is raw, deep and full of

aspirations…..

 

Love at the bottom of the barrel is raw

It is beauty and the beast mixed into one

It is heaven and hell at the same time

 

Love is not butterflies in your stomach

it is not googly eyes on your mate

it is not apple and spice and everything nice!

 

Love at the bottom of the barrel is deep

it is a mix of good with the bad

it is calm with a touch of intense

 

Love is not an act of neediness

it is not jealousy and fear

it is not neediness or helplessness

 

Love at the bottom of the barrel are aspirations

it is a pen to paper of goals

it is a cloud full of dreams

 

Love is not what you think of love

Love is a 24-hour job you hate to love

Love is raw, deep and full of

aspirations…..

 

 

 

Disarrayed Flower

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Ravishing from head to toe.  Her mind jumbled with a million thoughts attempting to formulate one word.  One thought. One idea to express the monstrosity composed of her mind.

A delicate flower, full of life and laughter.  Her laughter allures an audience of well-formed men and women oblivious of her chaotic mind.

Wine in hand, fire stick in another, whispering sweet nothings to supposed lovers.  Lovers enticed with her fired soul.  Burning flesh as they osculate each whisper of her misery.

Mad for classical air, she refrains from cowering to his glow.  Under the blinking stars, she yearns to rejoice in conscious oblivion.  Aware of the needed solitude, he retreats from her disarrayed mind.

The delicate flower blooms among her own isolation.  Descended deeper into her delicate realm.  She continues to walk her ravishing life as onlookers admire her composure unaware of the obscurity of her own mind.

Beyond her world lies one mind.  One soul.  One heart.  One flower.  Her world.  Desolate of consciousness.  Death will take her life.  Chaos will feed into hypocrisy.  She is simply a conscious flower living among weeds.

Weeds of our world.

As to her is to you.  As with you is with her.  Crumbles of cutter.

Catch the jumbles if you can.

She can.

-Cami*Star