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Advice ColumnsBefore you give yourself away,
remember this:
you'll only ever get
the shattered pieces back.
Eclipsing the RainRibbons of raindrops
caught in the headlight's glare; stars
breathe their wishes here.
Moonbeam MayhemMidnight on bare skin--
a subtle kiss of stardust
on a lonesome heart.
Regarding ProtocolThis
sunrise
is not what
I imagined--
the breathless tide of a love I can't keep.
Passing JudgmentsI know the lies
you tell the Preacher Sunday mornings;
I know the affairs
you hide behind bowling leagues and book clubs;
I know that when you sit down two seats away
and turn your back to me,
you remember that rumor has it,
I've been deaf for years
and you don't mind saying--

almost too loudly--

"Oh, her?
They call her Old Lady Sally,
say her husband
beat the hearing out of her,
say she killed him in his sleep
with her bare hands."
Southern Belle - 4Ray of scattered light -
a flicker pearls
crests momentarily
hovers above the water
escaping - a flash of orange -
lands back into the mirage
Star Swollen--C.The window, tinted with lost dreams,
fogs around my hand, palm print smears
blurring the constellations
into distant twinkle-lights.
Forget that the sky has bad days, too--
I take the stars for granted
when it comes to wishing for you.

Back, when dark days would come-
you were like the stars above,
desperate for my attention.
Silently you’d shine your light for me,
Even when I would refuse to see.
You’d shoot across the darkness,
stroking your splendorous beauty through the sky.
Still, I ignored your pleas,
your devotion went unnoticed.
Until now, now when wishing on a star is all I have left.

Trace a comet's tail
across Hercul
A Handbook for the Self-Proclaimed Lion TamerDon't.
Don't go into this blind.
Don't get too close.
Don't name it Poppy.
Refuse to take pictures.
Don't feed.
Don't blink too much.
Don't wear red.
Don't look like you know what you're doing.
Never look good.
Don't feed them.
Don't use live bait.
Don't move when angry.
Don't provoke. Ever.
Forget what they told you.
Never feed by hand.
Keep head out of mouths.
Don't put fingers in the cages.
Don't lose your inhibitions.
Don't overindulge.
Don't feed them.
Wear band aids.
Don't call 911.
Don't rely on me to have a back-up plan.
Don't feed hatred.
Don't feed.
Play dead.
Don't fuel the fire.
Don't provoke when cornered.
Don't send the tape to
From the GraveDirt caked beneath chipped fingernails,
pebbles and grit scraping every breath
and I'm doing my damnedest
to hold my head high and find something wise
in the bugs in my hair
and how my screams
taste like regrets and false bravado...
but clawing my way out of the hole I dug
is taking more effort
than you were ever really worth.
Bellwether Curve--C.The handwritten footnotes
on either of my palms reads:
'our mouths are exits;
our ears are entrances.'

Dog-mark the pages
and highlight the words;
this lesson is rigged
and I have yet to learn
the grading curve
on a heart.

When we speak together
we listen separate
for where each other
is on the learning curve
and lean with the gradation
when we're inclined
to let ourselves
not know better.

Let's connect the dots
and plot the angle between us
before the curve gets too steep
and I find myself stuck
where x and y meet.
Treading the HorizonA love story you don't want
pigeon steps
the places we keep our hearts.

Tonight, pretty girl,
I'm not sorry for missing you.

When the leaves whisper,
I'll hire mourning doves.
ShamefacedEarly morning clouds
part like covers; running late,
the sun blushes pink.
VineyardLike a grape,
I squeezed until you
popped;
trodden at heart,
I smeared you on my lips
before tossing your skin aside,
warpaint glistening—

Your tenderness
hooked me and I fought;
your sweetness
roughed my palms,
begged for vengeance,
made me callous—

Nice
is a word
I can't mold around my tongue,
but you drew the summer wine
from our union:

you the sugar,
I the alcohol—

This love-hate
isn't what they said it should be—
it won't sweeten with time;
the bite of vinegar
bitters everything.
Stagnant WatersWinter came early;
the last trout of the season
hits the ice head-first.
On MovingThe wind blows;
I am a leaf caught
in a new gust.
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:iconglory-be-project: Day 18

January 18, 2013
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*aprilwednesday Feb 2, 2013   Writer
Shadow mosaic
across snow-frosted concrete

what a beautiful image :heart:
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=TwilightPoetess Feb 2, 2013
Thank you, sweetheart! :heart:
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`vespera Jan 20, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
You craft wonderful little snapshots.
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=TwilightPoetess Jan 20, 2013
Thank you! Such a compliment means a lot coming from you. :heart:
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`vespera Jan 21, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:heart: very welcome
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~spearofhope Jan 19, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Oh, I adore this. I'm really loving how Glory Be is showing me Haiku that's actually done well from time to time, that's so rare! Excellent, this is truly just a wonderful poem. The imagery is just magnificent, such a beautiful way to get your point across. What an image.
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=TwilightPoetess Jan 19, 2013
Thank you so much! :heart:

I'm really loving how inspired Glory Be is keeping me!
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~spearofhope Jan 19, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
It grows on me with every read. Wow, wonderful piece. My pleasure.

I know what you mean! I kind of have to search for things to write... but I'm always finding them. And that's kind the point!
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=TwilightPoetess Jan 19, 2013
Yes, it is! ^.^
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=TwilightPoetess Jan 19, 2013
Thank you so much! :heart:

I'm really loving how inspired Glory Be is keeping me!
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