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Submerged in Swan Lake

Swans and wings are floating by
on a breeze imbued with jasmine and
willows outstretching their arms in welcome.

Through deep breaths he arrives
plunged in murky, pungent water.
A quiet whisper, and he prays -

"Please... may I linger here?"

Willows lower their arms
and jasmine falls to the Earth
where the wind dies and finally rests.

The crows are cawing hymns,
begging to be swans.
But only the duck submerged in Swan Lake
has delved the desired shore.

Its waters dangerous and plagued
by monsters baring their teeth;
most ghastly and putrid they are
that no crow may ripple its surface
nor any songbird seeking beauty fair.

The Swan M

You are not an islandI have been alone. This man is an island.
The cliffs of my shoulder blades
hang heavy with grief, ore, suffering.
I am draped with the permanence of gravity,
So do not believe that you cannot move.
Come to me, water babes fully grown,

Allow yourself to be swept in salt and ash.
Tumble with your brothers into my arms
and be at peace, at last, on the shore.
I too was once drowned, but I arose
and as the caps melt, all things will erode
For no man is an island alone.

Car tout finit un jour... - Because everything... (English version below)

Car tout finit un jour...

Dans tes yeux noirs où se perdent les ombres,
Immergés de spleen et d'ouragans sombres,
Assassine étoile en proie aux vingt ans,
N'oublie ta joie, ton courage d'antan.

Ah que le temps vienne où les fleurs s'égrainent !
Nos rires sous les toits bleus, nos fredaines
Oubliées, resteront à jamais les
Germes d'un été, mort abandonné.

Une lettre commencée, une plume
Egarée. Car dès lors de cette plume
Il faut tirer un trait, comme à l'enclume
Retirer l'épée. Des maux que j'exhume,

Aie confiance en eux

A love letter to my devotedHear me read it!

A touch without invasion.
That ever elusive exhale of love in the skies.

The quiet stateliness
of fingers searching palms
He held my hand.

A kiss without allusion.
The constant thrum of light specks chasing sun rise.

The tenderest smile
of knowing, to be known.
She held my heart.

The patient sun without intrusion
Lit the world aflame through devotion in their eyes.

I Remember - Draft One /I remember

I remember throwing stones,
At an eyeless blameless sea,
Smiling at the sunset,
Just the world and me.

Kiss On WordsIf you kiss a poet

similes will slide smooth as silk

over your lips

and metaphors will glide like honey

down your throat

toward the sweet of your heart.

Love will assume you comprehend

and pretty soon you might even respond

with a poem of your own.

If she kisses you back

you'll taste hints of cinnamon and vanilla

and invent new colors called

basil and wheat.

Hyperboles will linger on your tongue and

you'll look into her eyes

and see your ocean,

and the tender feel of her skin

will make you sink into her world.

You will recall the word beautiful

but call her radiant.

Waiting for the next kiss

will seem an eternity,

your s

J'ai pris le temps(English version below)
J'ai pris le Temps.
J'ai pris le temps dans ma main et je l'ai broyé.
Je l'ai fait reculer, je l'ai acculé, je l'ai bloqué et menacé.
Je l'ai étiré dans tous les sens et je l'ai déchiré.
Et puis finalement, je l'ai oublié.
J'ai pris le Temps.
Ou c'est lui qui m'a pris.
L'un de nous s'est mépris.
Et l'autre reste surpris.
J'ai pris le Temps.
Passionnément.
Tout doucement.
Je l'ai aimé puis détesté.
J'ai pris le Temps, j'ai pris le temps.
C'est un enfant, terrible, tentant.
Il m'a échappé, a fui en courant.
Je n'ai plus le temps,
Je n'ai plus le temps,
Mais de temps en temps...je le reprends.
Version anglaise : Merci beaucoup à Menotmyselfori ([link]) pour sa traduction!!!!
I took the Time.
I took the time in my hand and I crushed it.
I made it reverse, I cornered it, I st

Rainy Day Waltzi.
The missles fall
like rain in a water-starved world
quenching thirst with blood
that runs wasted in the gutters.

ii.
The rounds fire in 3/4 time
while civilians waltz delicately in circles,
brushing steps with Death and his dance partner
Life.

iii.
The grenades flash like the snap of a camera.
With the click of a pin
Time freezes -
caught between two futures.
In one I die;
in the other

I wish I had.

i walk on porcelain clouds
  with winged sandals.

my rainbow hair is combed
by crystal butterflies,

along the skies of sapphire
   i am but a sparkling amber,

you may have seen me,
    for i travel the sky,

kissing your pastel flowers to bloom,
   tickling your beautiful rosy cheeks
      with my golden voice.

i walk on porcelain clouds
     with winged sandals.

i dance on the cerulean waves
as they serenade me with the song
               &

Que Lluevathe tumbling rain
reminds me of you
carefully deciding
where you tread
where you land
softly splattering
pounding away
a liquid dance on
the cells of my hands
an invisible touch of
what it means
to be naturally renewed
reborn
refreshed.
the tangible
sigh of thunder
and lightning,
electrifying the skin,
reminding me that
only a nature like this
a nature like yours
could make me
breathe so easily
and loosen the harsh,
cold, gate of words
known as
my lips.

What's worse, loving the past or hating the futureAm I really?
Am I really an angel who was too afraid to fly so I lost my wings, never to return home?
Or am I a demon standing on my own,
Whispering lies only to me since I'm so alone?
Am I really,
Is
This
Really
All
I
Have
To
Show

The wind may stop to blow when Gods eyes lay upon me in disgu

stareSometimes it just feels good
to stare at the wall
not even in focus
but you just stare
and don't want to look away
you don't know why you're staring
but you are
and you get comfortable in that spot
Its kind of weird
but I do this a lot

Mangled, Scarred, This is Our ReligionAnd so she opened Pandora's box
And evil found its home in her
She fought so bravely but lost the war
There's nothing we can do anymore
They cut out her heart to match her soul
The emptiness filled the void
For the memories play like films in her head
And her mind is all but destroyed
Desecration, I take thy name
For I am the one that is to blame.

91 Days (and a drink or two)here i lie
in the dark
looking at the glow-stars
you strung from my ceiling

i wonder if you remember that summer day
when
, with sugar-coated lips,
you kissed the lights reflected in my eyes;
i said i wished that i could
drink starlight and swim through galaxies

so we drank vodka from paint-dirtied cups and
rode the waves atop your bed
to places we'd never been and
worlds you'd never seen

they found you in a ditch
three months later;
the stars we chased

you finally caught them

there they were
shining through the glass in your eyes

only yesterday i
felt the ghost of a memory grace my eyelids

only yesterday i felt
you.

Thy lips are warmOf all the words that mouth at love
and soften it with tongue and tooth
None will ever justify this breakage.
Never will there be diction enough
To make a heart salve, or tears unwept.

There will never be a word of woe
That suits to the shape of the thing.
Though many mouths may speak
of love and all her many expressions
airs, graces and confabulations.

None will correlate the meaning truly
how I loved for him, and he not for me.

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Trying to chase away
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To try and stem the bleeding
But it muffled her words -

No one knew what happened to her.

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The prison food had dulled her teeth I suppose,
Muffled the impact on the artery.

No one knew why it happened to her.

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of artists,
of lovers.
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I managed to configure a way to make blood into water,
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Of all the things you wouldn't say,
Of yourselves.

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- In love
- In fear,
I just don't want to fall.

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Won't you supply me with the means to survive,
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- Take from you,
I don't want to steal your strength.

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In his moment of fragile truth.
A flourish of colour before the drop
left his bones exposed and brittle.

I tended to his broken boughs, then,
when all else had failed him
and the comforts of home fled.
Until the ground grew tender again.

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Suprised to have survived another winter.
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I was thirsty and exhausted by the end.
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Unconscious of its rude interuption.

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and as the frost crinkled around our

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Roses /

by `KathrynODriscoll, Jul 24, 2011, 11:31:28 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I brought you roses

and came back each day,
to watch them decaying

and tried not to liken them
to your body beneath the earth.

Roses /by `KathrynODriscoll

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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*bloodawni Mar 2, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

So brief and yet so poignant. Another masterpiece.

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`KathrynODriscoll Mar 5, 2013 Student Writer

Smiles shyly, thank you!

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*bloodawni Mar 5, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Always welcome, m'dear.

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~jwolfdemon Feb 1, 2013 Student Writer

concise, powerful, dark, and deeply emotional... great poem

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`KathrynODriscoll Feb 1, 2013 Student Writer

gosh, thank you! what a beautiful compliment!!

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*BeyondJen Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I like this one very much. It hits hard for me, although I substituted that last line for my own to apply it to my own situation. Great emotion you managed in such few words.

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`KathrynODriscoll Jan 14, 2013 Student Writer

_{Thank you, I am really proud of this one.. it means so much that other people relate to it and like it. :]}

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*BeyondJen Jan 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

My pleasure, of course.

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~individe Dec 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Beautiful, that's all.

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`KathrynODriscoll Dec 30, 2012 Student Writer

Thank you individe

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