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Elegy on a Cup

Dec 17, 2006, 11:33:18 PM by ~IllusionofReality
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

The cup and I,
We’re quite good friends.
We sit up late
Together.

He holds my tea,
I hold his weight
While we breathe warm
Together.

We watch T.V.
In the ghost-glow
Of morning’s blush
Together.

We fight our foe
Insomnia
With soothing sips
Together.

We hide my smiles
In soft kisses,
Warm lips, clay rim
Together.

And when I cry,
I cry to him.
Tears mix with tea
Together.

So when we fall,
We bleed, we bleed
Dull brown, thick red
Together.

The fall that tore
My skin apart,
Broke both of us
Together.

But when I move
I see that we
Did not survive
Together.

My cup, my cup,
Your short-lived life
Tore our amore
Apart.

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I Am I am, simply,
a collection of words unspoken,
a collection of thoughts unborn.
I am, simply,
In my silly, romantic notions,
The sum of my ideas.

Who am I, then,
When my thoughts linger, never lingual?
Who am I, then,
When I let my words lie in my bones,
Lie, lie, lie in my bones?
(What makes the bones of a poet different?
Are they leaden, misshaped, malformed by
the weight of I Am by ~IllusionofReality

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Pure Like Water I only believe Words
that taste pure like water
on my tongue.

Rarely do I find these.

Were I able to compose a
poem of more than
these lowly words--
these cacauphonous sounds
behind contrived representative
shapes--
Were I able, I would compose
a poem of water.
I would compose that poem
you hold hidden in your eye.
But I, with my lowly, humble words
we could do no justice
to that unspoken poem.Pure Like Water by ~IllusionofReality

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To Paint Heaven Alive Ask me to paint my Heaven alive
Ask me
and I will paint it

with the stems of tall marigolds,
regal, like a queen,
will I paint it.

I will mash my hands into
into a mess of low violets
and violent, like a hummingbird
will I paint it.

Yes, bouncing baby blue
and tambourine orange
will I paint it.

Chocolate gelato, strawberry cream
will I paint down my cheek
will I run around my navel

Oh, my body sings Heaven alive

Windmillviolinrolllinghillteacup
will I paint it
To Paint Heaven Alive by ~IllusionofReality

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Lonely, Blue Michigan My heartland rests, lonely blue Michigan--
     an endless hazy lake
          with baby black leeches.
My thoughts rest, muddied like its bay.
My eyes never close
     without finding their peace
          in that final, closing sunset.
For were you to ask me
                                   in a dream
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New poems

Apr 30, 2008, 2:39:54 AM by ~IllusionofReality
Journals / Personal

I'm putting up some poems that I wrote last semester.
I let them sit for a while to see if they were any good.
And I still like them, but maybe that's just me.

I wrote them in a journal, which (as it turns out) really affects the form of the poem.
You can kind of tell which ones came from the journal that way.
So I'm gunna see how that turns out.

It's late.
I'm going to bed.

Peace, love, and sleep (please),
Audrey

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Current Residence: St. Louis
Interests: sewing, acting, music, reading, pickleball
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Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock or Punk Rock
Favourite poet or writer: John Donne / Edgar Allan Poe
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!Mykhal Apr 8, 2010

Hey Audrey,

I hope to talk to you and read your poetry soon- get a muse soon.

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!moisaloha Mar 28, 2008

Thanks Best Regards

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!MeNTaLPSyCHo Jan 4, 2008

Hi

your works are so inspiring!I am looking forward to seeing another ones

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~ExplodydePuppy Dec 3, 2007

Thank you very much for the favorite on my story

Also, nice call on John Dunne <.<;;

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ESTRAGON: Why don't we hang ourselves?
VLADIMIR: With what?
ESTRAGON: You haven't got a bit of rope?
VLADIMIR: No.
ESTRAGON: Then we can't.
(Silence.)

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Escapism is my favorite ism.

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