The Painting Goth Queen
The Goth Queen paints the flowers
She paints the butterflies
She paints the streets made out of bones
She paints the blackened skies
She paints the dog and cat
She paints the setting sun
She paints the murderous aftermath
From the bullet of a gun
The Goth Queen paints the carnival
She paints the lovers' embrace
She paints sense of utter despair
On a lonely person's face
The Goth Queen paints the red, red rose
She paints the earth so fresh
She paints so fine with her lovely brush:
The bleeding wound on her flesh
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Fall From Grace
Fall from grace
You've been given your space
You've lost your way,
I can see it in your face
Share your light
You've taken flight
Your whispers disappear
Into the night
Raise your head
Rise up from your bed
It's not yet over
You're not yet dead
Look at the sun
Your dreams have begun
Never give up
Until you've won
posted by:Russ at 7:43 PM |
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Yes, it's been a while since I wrote anything. I DO want to meet my goal, but I don't want to force anything either. I want my poetry to come naturally, because then it will be more honest and more beautiful. I think this next poem, inspired by a nice sunny summer day, is definitely honest and beautiful.
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Smile
Sunshine sails on a wisp of joy
Floating on your shoulder like it's the Nile
It warms you and tells a tale to your heart
Your heart tells it to your face and you smile
Blue bulge above shines deep in your eyes
You quint but, after a while,
Your eyes welcome the bright color of day
It's so bright and blue that you smile
The trees are all dancing
The grass cushions your feet
The flowers make you sneeze for a while
Then you open your eyes, and take it all in
It's all so beautiful, and you smile
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