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clasp

Bonds are like a clasp, they fall off and away, rusted. By time, corroded by its waves. Having painted over the rust, disguising the worn edges to make it appear unworn and untouched those bonds were still breaking. Now it’s only obvious now, after he was put back out of the legal cage that it will never be that way again – nothing is coming back. These people are not getting better, more enlightened. It’s not changing. These bonds are broken.

» Posted By Danaé On 04.27.2013 @ 8:47 pm

café

It’s framed on the wall in my mind. A cafe and people, coffee and words, sounds breaking and bending and smoke. It’s not clean, not classy, not prestigious in the least but it’s home. It’s got the warmth of a fire that humanities downpour can’t even devour and a sweetness that can’t be soured. The cafe above my living quarter.

» Posted By Danaé On 04.22.2013 @ 12:08 pm

cliffs

Diluting the cliffs edge, blurring the space between my steps and that pier. The edge moves away from me but the edges of my vision is hazy.

» Posted By Danaé On 04.20.2013 @ 6:29 am

creature

The creature is on the outside,
Wearing my heart, my skin in exchange for a face and an expression.
Trading the pores of my skin for steel.
Exchanging lungs for pipes made of clay.
Giving a looking-glass in place of eyes.
I’m still sitting here inside
Undermined and unconscious.

» Posted By Danaé On 04.17.2013 @ 4:48 pm

mumbling

I mumbled through gritted teeth and through the water droplets piercing my lips. Ice. Muffled ice filled words.

» Posted By Danaé On 04.16.2013 @ 4:53 pm

attracted

Don’t ignore it
Don’t succumb to it
Attraction can be a fatal method
Did you
know?
Or
had you
ever
guessed.

» Posted By Danaé On 04.13.2013 @ 10:10 pm

welfare

“Ones welfare should be on the top of their list, should it not? What are these people that concern more for others problems – the ones they can do nothing about. Until they’re sick themselves in mind, body and soul. Their own welfare becomes an empty shell.” – Mouve

» Posted By Danaé On 04.11.2013 @ 8:25 am

dashboard

i have many dashboards, too many dashboards. On too many sites because there’s a hole that I can’t find a filler for in reality. A whole made by people, shaped like people and it’s just that the people they’re made by and the people their shaped like are completely different souls. This doesn’t make sense? It shouldn’t, not to anyone else but myself.

» Posted By Danaé On 04.10.2013 @ 5:38 am

bagel

Outside it rains, it’s dark and cloudy too
If only I could relax, stretch out a little
But instead I curl into disk
It’s cold; what I want is for a touch of summer gold
The glow, the warmth, the way it flows
I don’t care a lick for ancient prophecies
Nor those supposedly destined to fulfill them
All I need is the hand of God to slip into the frame
And take these weather-soaked reins for a bit

Bagel

» Posted By Danaë On 04.03.2013 @ 5:28 pm

Bagels remind me of the backroom at the small shop I used to work at…and of her. A quarter of the reason I’m in this mess.

» Posted By Danaé On 04.03.2013 @ 4:00 pm

smudge

Pencil on fingertip, graphite under skin. I call it stigmata, but it’s just a tip of lead or something like it that has trapped itself in my skin and glows from beneath. An internal smudge.

» Posted By Danae On 04.03.2013 @ 7:44 am

fabricated

“This world is a fabrication,” she said. We stood in the snow and stared at the sky from the lakes edge, we couldn’t see anything in front of us and that’s how we loved it. “It’s a fabrication intended to keep us sane. A fabrication to cover up what we really are, because we’re all players in a drama. All masked. A severe game of peek-a-boo and no one’s got a clue.”

» Posted By Danaé On 04.02.2013 @ 4:41 am

plague

Thoughts are a plague inside the human mind-once started all they do is spread. To the nervous system, enveloping your emotions, waking your heart. A human plague.

» Posted By Danaé On 03.31.2013 @ 6:25 pm

bronze

Your skin has bronzed from being scorched by the sun. The unshielded pores of your skin soaked it in and breathes its history. In and out and over.

» Posted By Danaé On 03.28.2013 @ 8:22 pm

wheat

“Pathetic. It’s pathetic.” I crunched hard. “What do you think you’re doing? You’re….” the one-sided conversation trails off and I chew harder and harder. “You’re not listening, respond to me when I talk to you!!!” I heard a snap. And harder, the crunch of the hard, wheat cereal being ground down to dust between my teeth. My thoughts trailed off.

» Posted By Danaé On 03.29.2013 @ 5:02 pm

tornado

It’s like a tornado of emotion and insights and spite. What happens when you bottle it all up inside and it morphs into a raging tornado? Nothing good. It just so happens that the landscape-your landscape may become destroyed.

» Posted By Danaé On 03.27.2013 @ 2:15 pm

listening

i am still learning to be the listener i want to be. born into a house where i had to keep my lips parted and my vioce high… i had no choice but to speak. Well-choice i had but not with a promise that no harm would come to me. i never got the chance to simply listen and implore my ears to be my main guide. i now grow tired of words and speaking-asking, retorts and response in time with anothers request. It has become aggravational. i just want to listen.

» Posted By Danaé On 03.25.2013 @ 11:14 am

withered

-He was withered down, limbs outstretched beyond the edges of the table and chair. The Seraphim had a gleam to it that I hadn’t recognized before. It seemed almost restless, it was centered with the moonlight that streamed through the upper window in the hall.-

» Posted By Danaé On 03.11.2013 @ 6:42 am

terrain

This terrain appears bare to me. It doesn’t breathe, it doesn’t think or feel and I wonder if it can even sense me. My core.

» Posted By Danaé On 03.10.2013 @ 7:39 am

returned

I returned with splinters in my hands and blood resting under my tongue. Soaked and dazzled by the hell that pictorially laid itself out before me. The same picture i’d arrived in, everything untouched. Perfect.

» Posted By Danaé On 03.07.2013 @ 3:20 pm

signals

“There’s a signal in my mind – like a siren – it’s blaring”, she said. “I’m tired.”

» Posted By Danaé On 03.06.2013 @ 12:31 pm

sentenced

She was sentenced to this from the moment she laid her eyes on it – it drew them like a fish by the hook of a reed caught in it’s throat. Helpless, in a manner of speaking. Completely. Utterly. She was lost in it.

» Posted By Danaé On 02.28.2013 @ 8:18 pm

bleeding

I used to write about this a lot, bleeding of the soul, fire, hearts, minds. The puncturing of consciousness and orientation in the world. I used to write about this, it doesn’t really interest me anymore. People bleed, that’s life. I’m learning. We bleed and we cannot prevent that some droplets are lost to a void or whatever may have you-we just prevent how much is spilt before we say, “no more”.

» Posted By Danaé On 02.26.2013 @ 9:26 pm

willed

When you speak, sometimes the will is made weak. Not unfamiliar, or is it?

» Posted By Danaé On 02.15.2013 @ 12:31 pm

think

“I once believed that if I thought enough I wouldn’t end up in situations that a naive person would end up in. Those difficult “between a boulder and a hard place” situations. Now that I look, it caused me a lot of hardship-it’s depressing, always thinking like that. And not always realistic, always living in my head. Awareness. That’s the opposite of what I had done and what brings me back to life and gives me balance,”

» Posted By Danaé On 02.05.2013 @ 9:52 pm

husband

The moon is a husband to the sun and the stars…the stars are their children. Melting, throbbing and colliding with one another.

» Posted By Danaé On 02.04.2013 @ 5:07 pm

wall

This wall is my resistance to the world, it’s pretty and old and smothered in old, worn out feelings. It’s melting like it should, but…why shouldn’t I be sad to see it go. And nervous. It’s kept me for so long after all. But then, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it didn’t keep me but it drew a line in the sand between myself and other people in this world.

» Posted By Danaé On 02.03.2013 @ 12:40 pm

murder

“I murdered you a thousand times in my head. When I felt my chest burning and my stomach twist. I thought of you and your bloody head. I guess it wasn’t quite murder though, because you were never taken to the place of being legitimately dead-but tortured. I wanted to expose you, show them exactly what you had done and make you experience the same.” I shuddered as I rewound and listened intently to the tape. A whir and a click for it to start on with it’s mutterings again. “I imagined this because in reality I couldn’t reach you, I couldn’t make you ‘gone’.”

» Posted By Danaé On 02.02.2013 @ 2:36 pm

features

The features of her face were clouded in grey lines and stormy brows, I didn’t know what hit me-on the inside, dazed. Falling back. “she’s leaving again!” I heard the face say with a side of alarm. In response came another voice, “she’ll come back”.

» Posted By Danaé On 02.01.2013 @ 8:29 am

swell

My lungs swelled with the water, begging to burst. I had to let go, reach the surface, for air. The swelling was quelled by this and only this. Teaching my lungs to inhale air that tasted of dust and the oceans droplets.

» Posted By Danaé On 01.30.2013 @ 1:56 pm

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