10.24.2011

poetic license

hot tears flow as a rushing stream.
she jerks like waking from a dream,
glossy gleamed eyes, wet with rage,
turn hard against who waits for her
in chapter six. her muse can't lure
fraught demon purrs from each page.
Posted by Marian at 10:03 PM
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8 comments:

  1. CameronOctober 24, 2011 at 10:13 PM

    "glossy gleamed eyes, wet with rage,
    turn hard"

    love that.

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  2. MarianOctober 25, 2011 at 9:13 AM

    thanks! love grace and her damn welsh forms.
    well okay, i *like* the welsh forms. watch this space for more of this one!

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  3. AnonymousOctober 27, 2011 at 1:12 PM

    mmm. this reminds me of a mumford&sons song. i can feel it in my bones.

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  4. MarianOctober 27, 2011 at 1:15 PM

    really? huh.

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  5. AnonymousOctober 27, 2011 at 1:19 PM

    i just mean, it could be - it reminds me of the intensity of their lyrics and the movement. :)

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  6. MarianOctober 27, 2011 at 1:20 PM

    people have been telling me to listen to them and i have yet to do it. so i better, is what i am hearing from you!
    thanks for that. and for reading, too. xo

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  7. AnonymousOctober 27, 2011 at 1:22 PM

    timshel. listen to timshel.

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  8. MarianOctober 27, 2011 at 1:23 PM

    going to find it now :)

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