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Shannon Elizabeth Poem
When my hair was tied in two tails
I frolicked about the warped trunk of a willow
As the cicadas serenaded in the summer’s heat
The tree held me in its low arms
I watched nature pulse
I tasted nothing but joy in those days
Capable of comprehending nothing but euphoria
Jade orbs gazed through rounded windows perched atop my nose
At nature bleeding hues of yellow and red
The willow was a stunning cadmium to match the craft that took me away from it every morning
The craft would transport me to an alien world
Here I was an ashen duckling among daffodil chicks
Who marched in line with them but would never fit their puzzle
Dancing seas of anticipation
Gazed through a porthole thirty-thousand feet above the land
Far from my willow back home
Colorful ants scurried through paved corridors
Their destination I will never know
A fraction of a day spent before arriving in paradise
Our slate craft ferried us across the crimson bridge
To a frigid shore
To a community of boats and potted plants
To stone monuments that dwarf the largest breathing creatures
To conifers the size of skyscrapers
A hug’s expanse could not surround the trunks of these giants
Now vacant spheres stare through the window
Lungs fill and deflate, heart pulses
Numbed mind
Yet still living
A girlish figure has melted to porcelain curves
Porcelain white to harmonize with the feathery puffs descending outside the window
Pallid digits trace invisible figures on the cold glass
The willow’s painted leaves have long been gone
Buried far beneath winter’s glass and delicate veil
The winter is long and lonesome
The epitome of sunless silence
Obsidian clouds meet ivory snow; the world plunges into a monochromatic stillness
But the numbness of winter refuses to last for an eternity
Its grip will soon be broken by
The promise of spring
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Pallid digits
Trace the outline
Of your form
From the memories
Of past caresses
Your echo
Still dwells
In these walls
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The foolish greedy
Their simple minds cannot comprehend lifelessness
They waste the sands of their hourglass
Bankrupting the short lives of others
Chasing after the little green paper that controls the world
The concept of money is a mere illusion-
But the concept of death
And this ephemeral life
Are as genuine as the blood in their veins
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Your teeth left stanzas
Written in perfect prose
In the goosebumps
On my nape
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Youth swam in my eyes
My sight was clouded by adoration
All I perceived was you
You perched on the wall of the dam
Your soft curls danced in the summer breeze
Your shy smirk slowly crawled to the corners of your cheeks
Our lips met for the first time
The years elapsed
You were my muse
Every piece of you was to me
As the moon and stars are
To the obsidian night
You showered me with words of love
But your mind was entwined by something else
Your mind soon consumed your heart
You took what you wanted from me
You touched me in the spaces most sacred
A child trod on seedlings birthed in the young spring’s garden
You burned that sacred garden of my youth
And all that was pure
If you could not seize fruits from the garden,
Rage would swallow you
You would beg me to feed your hunger
And threaten to leave if you were not fed
The script you rehearsed would seep from your tongue
“If you love me”, bear your fruit
“Nothing’s wrong with what I want”
“This is just what lovers do”
A hardened callous replaced a loving heart
What was once warm with life festered to a ragged wound
Sorrow boiled in my lungs
And stuck to my bones
You asked me
Why every breath in your direction was laced with anger
Why every word was woven with pain
You took away the purity of a child
And masked it by calling it love
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The corn colored grasses rattle and dance
To the wind’s song
Winter’s frigid breath blows my naked hands raw
A lovely young woman sits atop the dull colored sod
Clothed in black
But radiant as a star
When she smiles
For the camera
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You looked into her eyes
As oceans bled
Down her cheeks
“I love you”
“I don’t care.”
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Morning’s fire streams through broken panes
Shadowed walls ignite
As darkness flees in fright
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Shannon Elizabeth Poem
The most I heard you say I love you
Was on the nights when all you could think about
Was seeing what was concealed
Beneath my clothes
I peeled the fabric from my legs, my breasts,
My hips
Unwrapping the ivory flesh
That no eyes but yours and mine
Had seen
Because that was when
You loved me most
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Morning’s fire streams through broken panes
Shadowed walls ignite
As darkness flees in fright.
Blackened bodies are quick to hide away;
Spreading like spiderwebs
Across her tarnished cheeks
They seep back into her tear ducts
To nest in the depths of her cerebrum.
Their daylight cavort in her psyche
Haunts her always
Each fresh daylight brings new torment
That hides behind her eyes
Crimson echoes of talons on her porcelain hips;
The only testimony of the demons’ night follies
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