Sunday, June 25, 2006

poems

DAUGHTER OF WISDOM

I catch myself on rusty nails
And tear myself to shreads.
Overanalysing the parts
So I'll never self-actualise.

I loathe my copper heart,
Green with envy,
Seeing life all around except within.
I can't steal a shard of happiness
For the crystal teardrops you shed.

My sober thoughts long to hide
In a mix of ethanol and colour,
To wipe away the rust,
To cleanse my copper heart
The way crystal tears of sympathy should.
The rusty nails tearing at me
Strip away the mask of strength.
Desire to be stronger, alive.
I can't be this porcelain doll anymore.


DEAR SISTER

My eternal princess of joy,
Never loosen your grip on me.
My black velvet days
Have turned to pure golden light
Just by the sweetness
Behind your azure stare.
Brighid! Help me protect that light!

I need to keep you safe,
Let no one hurt my Fae of Light.
The agony of lives lived apart
Grows with every drop pf pain
That ripples in your youthful eyes.

My best friend, my princess,
Stength immeasurable is bestowed upon you,
But should you fall
Please, take the little stregth I own.
Then we will always be bound together,
My sister.


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