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Backyard An empty birdcage by the stairsBackyard by ~panda-box
A pagoda that we never use
A bicycle for which no one cares
Falling apart from much abuse
A swimming pool
Like an emerald lagoon
With floating dead things;
A glittering jewel
There is a miniature cemetery:
Two black cats and a canary
I would like to go and bury
Myself in there one day
There was a bush full of mulberries
A tree with apples, olives, and
I think once, cherries
We had pumpkins growing on vines
Everything was fine.
I would go out there everyday
I would go out there just to play
Hide and Seek, and watch clouds roll
A fair-haired little doll.
I could sit and I could
Poem to a Muse She wears a smile of moth eaten lacePoem to a Muse by ~panda-box
Her teeth are broken tile
Spontaneity and unassuming grace
I've known her for a while
With collarbones like a fork in the road
A pathway to her throat
Her head is like an island
Cascading curls, her moat
Her lovely veins are rivers
Her fingers are like vines
All curled and tapered and withered
Ever withering with time
She spins golden daydreams on her loom
Thoughts I'd hate to lose
A plan unfolding in her womb
She is my muse
Sta.sh
HAI! BLONDIE!
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Soli Deo Gloria!
<3
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"Peace. It does not mean to be in a place where there
is no noise, trouble, or hard work. It means to be in the
midst of those things and still be calm in your heart."
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make love, not sense