Vanilla Lanka Witch
rose, weeping pearls and salt queens
shivering with thorn desire
dreams which dissolve into gypsy feathers and cigarettes
arms electric cadaverous, bruised but still a milky ivory
tangled hair girl dances, spinning in the wind fey
hot roaring memories rush into deep scarred wings, past wishes
crackling fires of pain drum naked with a sorrowed fragrance
dreams of the secret kiss pure swollen and bright
searching for the music angel goddess that is her heart
Lanka Witch blinds the vanilla sky















Comments
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3, 2, 1 -- shrink and depress!
Lankas rock!
Thank you for your kind words...
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--Parole soltanto parole, parole tra noi.
I'm sorry, but theres not much else I can say...
The only reason the stuff I put poetry was in poetry was beacuse it didn't belong in pros and I wanted to post it...
Wish I could write stuff like that...
(Okay, so I was able to say something more then "Wow.")
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My Motto:
If I'm going to do something, do it right!
oh don't put yourself down, writing developes over time. when you find your inspiration the words will just...come.
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--Parole soltanto parole, parole tra noi.
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My Motto:
If I'm going to do something, do it right!
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--Parole soltanto parole, parole tra noi.
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My Motto:
If I'm going to do something, do it right!
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Medusa was beautiful
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