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Elizabeth Baker Poem
I am ambrosia.
Straight from Venus.
I am the quick silver; drink from this chalice, my lips divine.
Ares lay his quivering lips upon.
Once; God of War; raining thunder upon the sky.
I am the one, willing you immortal.
Blood thirsty is he, never becoming full.
Hunger.
Laying ever lusting lips upon my skin; the bread, his goddess.
Rendering thee enslaved, be me your Aphrodite.
Nearby on this plain, energeia, possessed by the harpies.
In the night sky, plays their voices, like violins, gliding through the atmosphere in strums.
Humming a tune across the world.
Reader be the star that looks upon this story as I shed new light to a world; unknown to
mankind.
This happens but once a blue moon, when filtering through the clouds it is enough to send
the chill of night through one's veins.
Apocrypha shall return at this night.
Sweet Samael, fall deeply into me.
Protect the young by ways of; Senoi, Sansenoi and Sammangelof.
Dance this night til its end, here the laughter in the still darkness.
Utterance.
"Away, cursed Lilith. Thou hast no place here."
I fade into the Reed until time repeats.
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Your eyes are aglow
Leading through them
vines
Mysterious thoughts
Wondrous skies
What are you thinking?
I want to know
Rose petal cheek
Drop of dew falls from your eye
What memories pain you so?
I wish to unlock your troubled past
I'll walk through the thorn felt foliage with you
The dark clouds hover over head
Doors covered in vines
Rows
I'll pull from the roots
They go deep underground
I see what you did inside yourself
Veins
Where scars lie
Past words written across your forearm
Thin, deep cuts placed over your heart
Blood soaked sleeves
Right where your heart was worn
My words, the Aloe Vera
Smoothed over delicately
Your heart
Compassion
What I feel
I empathize
I too bore marks
My arms streaked with the acidic tears
My deteriorated heart
Pieces back together with your words
Our lives intertwine
Never let me go
I'll hold you through the night mares we'll go through
Already passed the first door
Others to come
Never ending staircase
We'll spiral down together
This house is haunted
Our past mistakes trip us with each step
We'll carry on
Burdens weigh upon our shoulders
Slowly we trail
Many a door is passed
Automatic piano plays shakily throughout the halls
Breathing to match the feeling that the music expressed
Whispers echo through the fog
Behind us the house can be seen now
In the distance
A light raps around the vanilla sky
Stars orbit vaguely
Unanswered prayers
Through the woods we fall
The darkest of our moments
We confide in each other
I'll catch you as you descend
Once again in my arms
I'll kiss that crystal that lay upon your cheek
More crystals fall now
You kiss the crack in my smile
Shards of glass fall from my eyes now
Through the happiness we found in each other
The sadness cuts my cheeks
Emotion bleeds reveling my sorrow
Swimming with you in death
We find new life
Out in the courtyard
We lay upon the snow
White blossoms fall from the celestial sphere
Our blood crystallizes this snow
Rose petals fly from our warm claret
You, the spark that caught my eye, were the death of me
I'll love you forever
Carried away by the wind
Our memories
We fall asleep
Words never will be spoke again
Feelings will never be felt
Our love ends here
In death we find each other
That mark we left on the world will bloom sweet lilies
May they never die like we did in this frigid world
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Laying on this nimbus in repose.
I walk up to you, my dark winged love.
I run my fingers through the constellation of your hair,
As you slip the whisper off my kiss.
Hands together like lock and key.
Cherish as it it were our last.
Under the meteor shower.
Here we are free from Pandora's box.
Two crescent moons is the sight of our sky.
Look up to the morn' with each in arms.
Watch the light fade.
We'll meet again tomorrow.
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Ink leaks from her veins in riddles,
Words scribbled in mirrored existence,
Emulating and forming thoughts before breaking,
The floor is her canvas,
Her hands the brush,
She strokes his hair to the lyric of the piano,
The tune of his voice fills her so,
In the midst of night Glints of reflective poetry trickle to her,
Her only light,
His words in song,
His voice a harp,
Each note a string stroked,
Humming a hymn to entrance her,
Always before her next breath is caught,
His lips, the soft words that are pursed to her kiss,
Steal her heart slowly,
Weakening her,
Giving her strength all the same,
Intentions lost in the mood,
Each key placed precisely according to the last,
Searched through the room for the words,
That will open up the next locked door,
But no words will open a silent film,
Caress this beauty with the words misplaced from shaking hands,
In the midst of darkness his feelings shed new light,
Transparent is she to his all seeing eyes,
The depths of her eyes are seen as he is drenched by the knowledge.
She bares thin scars as revealed by her light tears.
He kisses her cheek as he embraces her,
Delicately as this moment is delicate on its own accord,
In this stand still of a moment
She is fragile,
Her skin a pale ivory,
She is herself a porcelain creation,
Catch her before she falls apart in your arms,
Don't let her crumble to scatter in the breeze,
Her lips, the essence of spring, the sakura,
Soft, pink, and sweet.
Kiss this flower,
Watch her bloom,
Taking root in your heart,
Casual thorns embedded deep.
He is her muse,
The one that inspires her to tell,
Hardships and longings,
A key to this locked door.
He left through the door,
Her secrets lock replaced,
The jingle in his right pocket lingers,
This melody is played once again.
The song that captivates her is the whisper,
Leading her to await his return,
In silence she'll wait with a black pallet,
Water colors will help her paint her story.
He spills his notes and ink begins to vein her skin,
Blue hues highlight her mood,
His accidents will go on to aspire,
She, his image has become his captivator.
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I sit on this floor
and look at this same
six-sided room,
a die that I continue
in a trundle manner
for fortune's fate.
I search for a turnkey,
which I will not encounter,
for I am not of compliant natures.
Trapped and scared from
thoughts of turning
into procreators
that held the girl back.
Wings of tattered emotion
seem to be embedded in her back
are to show signs
of false hopes.
She calls herself Faith,
though she hasn't one.
To say in reply to what
her name means,
she is noone so
there is lost hope in herself.
You see her heart worn
a sleeve covering her
conflicts with emotion
on her forearm.
Soft spoken, her voice,
reassuring that
the timidity in her eyes
isn't there
when first glance
is gazed upon to be known.
Hair of silk,
long and black, body pale,
eyes bold,
all features of
the one who used to be
loved for who she was.
But as the snow falls
like flower petals,
falling elegantly off its stem,
so does the girl
falling for him.
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Twinkle
The stars shine bright
Her words
Sung on par
Like piano keys played through this night
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A stone castle in solitude
adorned with darkness and silver scratches in this night sky
a foggy atmosphere is felt
were you to take this path to never land
sound of insanity
heartbeat splinters through the silence
like hide and seek i am still dreaming
walking on roses like wine
ever flowing through the clouds
winding up the staircase as petals dance down the edges
those silvery beads rising up to give you dimmed lighting
this place is mood for setting
like a book it has many riddles
looking up through a roof that inst there
following where it all began
fingers trace and trickle through the stream
up through narrow hallway
a room can be found
a bed rising from the floor
candles flicker as wind speaks softly through midnight air
you are being flooded by the scenery
drink it all in
lay down as to catch your breath
heart throbbing
being swept off one's feet heightens the senses
this place is a beauty
lay down with her she will keep you warm
a treasure
never built in a day
but remembered for a lifetime
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Candy apple red
Torn apart the sky
Bleed your scenery to me
Let it rock to crystal, quartz
Laying on heated sand
Your heart
Implode
Feeling of intensity
Only knowing my words
Under broken glass
The stars
Read between the lies
As I whisper sugar felt snow to you
In this, desires will be met
Promises never kept
I'll lie next to you
In warmth of your clavicle
I'll lay the butterflies precisely
Delicate silk spun around you
My prey
Reach to the heavens above
Breaking you slowly
Your spirit flows
Through cloth like sky
We have all the time in this world
Never ending
Like my thoughts of you
In the dead silence of night
Sex is a musically inclined voice
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A glimmer past hope and I shall wave by and bye you, the next of kin, I wish upon
you. Crowned star, I wish for a place of sanctuary and graze upon anew in my
night sky. Morbid blood dost drip like dew upon these coldly driven vains, as if to
kiss your sweet apocalyptic lips in great crimson and demise. You hold my box of
chocolates, so sweet, one bite of words lay ash in thy tomb that lies beyond thy
teeth and gums. Oh holy, unholy book tis you upon that midnight dreary, how
combersome you have become. To me, you are held so dear to my locket of
expectations, unimaginable to even life. Golden paths lay a foot in your eyes.
Summer mornng shines through once more, only for it to be broken into my dark,
sad, desolate wave of my hand. You hold the world's self pity upon the chain,
upon your heart, your hope for a mere shadow, a crack, for this lack of a better
understanding that we call love.
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Walking through notes that fall from your piano like an ambient rain
leaves drift through the air
guitars hum like the wind
happiness bends to your will
When will this song end
always intertwining
fingers through your hair
do you ever notice that whisper
Life can be cruel
love muttered silently
what will become of this
bloodied footsteps
Sutchers fall out
the pressure can not hold
rapid beating
heart flutters blindly
The butterflies swept away
flying into the wall
paint me a picture
of love that isn't cruel
Ill sing you a story
of an unhappy ending
you'll find my secrets one day
but on blank pages of rose petals
Love,
The butterfly's you'll never catch.
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