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Forget Me Not ~ Iple House Tania BJD

admin — Sun, 04 Sep 2011 21:28:39 +0000

Forget~Me~Not
By R. Cunning
2008

Rose buds and tulip petals cupped in the hand of time
Whispering their delicate song of peace and luring love
Stop and hold dear their sweet song
Songs of peace and luring love fade fast in hands of old
Old love, old song, old old trinkets of magic left so far behind

Hold dear sweet rose buds and tulip petals
Your magic will shine again
To renew the song of peace and luring love

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Laundry

admin — Wed, 20 Jul 2011 16:51:53 +0000

By Rachel Cunningham
2008

I clean
I sweep
I weep
Into the laundry my dreams are heated and treated like just another batch of clothes

Sun streaming through the window
Holding me back from flight
From fright

Spilt messes
Timid achievements

Faithful soldier wanting to run and hide

Dangling cliff-side by an ocean
Setting the sun in a desert

Desert of dried out ideas
Ideas that have been washed
Scrubbed clean
Till nothing is left of their creative nature

Sometimes laughing helps
Covers up the messes
Timid Achievements

Putting the laundry in again
Watching the dreams heat up
Being beat up

Just another batch of clothes

Lulled Into Nothing

admin — Tue, 13 Apr 2010 02:49:07 +0000

By Rachel Cunningham
2008

Being breathing gas fumes
The air is cold with chilly after-tones
Whispers making the brain swell
Hushed by love, drowned out by love

But not long till they scream again
In terror
Of faithfulness to evil paths
Covered in bright colors
lavished colors, piercing the eyes ever so softly

Trickling pain
As if a tear, as if a fear
But it is the stain of “perfection”
leering its head west of empty thoughts

Translucent
I almost don’t find myself there
The familiar hold, the crushing hold, I know
I know well
Well enough to not be well at all

I wish we never met….
Until meeting in the middle
On an unknowing island
Where no thoughts have been thought
And no dreams have been dreamed
What wonderful lands we could have made

All but pieces, fragments of my imagination
Loosing hopes and realities
Washing clean a trace of sanity

Who was she
No one remembers
No one can tell
No one will tell
Hush the whispers
keep them lulled

Lulled into nothing completely nothing…..