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balloon by cloaked-nouveau balloon :iconcloaked-nouveau:cloaked-nouveau 4 0 lestry by cloaked-nouveau lestry :iconcloaked-nouveau:cloaked-nouveau 0 3
seedling why without
dirt can you grow,
deep stuckshot inside
and with my frost fever and curled toes
i ask why you seedling chose
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water by cloaked-nouveau water :iconcloaked-nouveau:cloaked-nouveau 2 2
I should go walking
in the rain
by the river,
Ain't nobody going to see me fall in.
I should go screaming
through the forest
forearms bloodied.
Ain't nobody going to know where I been.
I should go falling
through the floorboards
into silence.
You will never have known I'd been there.
I should go jumping
off the corner
of the rooftop.
Smile on my face, wind blowing hair.
Oh, nobody going to know that I was there.
Oh, nobody going to see me fall in.
Oh, nobody going to know where I been.
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She's such a bitch.
Burned my eggs, toast, birth certificate.
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maybe that is our plight,
(and our is ours, you and I.
Reader, Writer.)
I keep all inside 'til it spills out,
inkblot over pages, blood spatters on canvas
you read, take deep draughts of poetiks,
and wait for me to bleed some more.
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my grandfather by cloaked-nouveau my grandfather :iconcloaked-nouveau:cloaked-nouveau 1 1 alice cullen by cloaked-nouveau alice cullen :iconcloaked-nouveau:cloaked-nouveau 0 1 hi again by cloaked-nouveau hi again :iconcloaked-nouveau:cloaked-nouveau 2 2
i ... am not a polaroid
i, mona tuck, am not a polaroid
life does not paint white squares around me and my turquoise-faded skies
i am not a paled tan figure, ambiguous in muted colour
neither am i a photograph
in a shoebox left upstairs for twenty-six years
but some day that is all i will be.
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i see you by cloaked-nouveau i see you :iconcloaked-nouveau:cloaked-nouveau 0 0
illimitable force pulsing
unimaginable beloved of leaping forks of the sun,
lightning, says he, and a moment is spent wondering where the sun hides her forks
there is an inexplicable purple hue to the sky tonight
low rumbles run along the corridors of clouds, sending shivers where they crash, hammering
the fear, love in my chest
(where all fear is kept)
and a crack, the fork has lept
from the ground to the sky, or vice versa (I cannot tell, bright is my eyes, and dark)
closer, closer, all shrieks by (time,
life, burnt smell of pavement) wet pools around my feet
illimitable force pulsing, tearing
at me
skid, I hold my breath
in the breath of all breaths
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celestial by cloaked-nouveau celestial :iconcloaked-nouveau:cloaked-nouveau 13 10
are you ?
she looks at me like I am crazy, like I shake a trembling madness in my mind. I do not repeat the question, she deigns not to answer, pretends I never asked
the man at the counter who has been to the bottom of every bottle just smiles, his eyes distantly focused. no, he says magnaminously, well I don't know, who would lie intentionally? my friends, no, never.
-do I get tired of lying? he runs a palsied hand through a ragged mop of hair, not nervous, thinking. do I? sometimes, but there-
a pause, he has a half smile edged with a downward droop.
-there is always a way around the tedium.
-yes, yes, yes, she gasps, i am sorry sorry i didn't mean to lie, but i did, and it is so easy to redefine- her face explodes and i didn't mean to make it so.
no, not tired of lying here, not yet.
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city night
She stands, and her feet make little pads on the concrete as she moves to the light switch, sashaying to her own rythmic cadence, and for a moment the birdlike bones are covered with a natural grace that surprises my heart.
She crosses back, now dimly lit by the dull light coming in from the broken window, and levels an acid gaze on me. No bird here, she’s trying to say.
I haven’t the heart to say anything, and she turns away before reaching for a pack of slender cigarettes. Marlboro Lites. Meets my look again and nearly says something, but instead lifts her half-covered shoulder with resignation. Lights up. A few breaths, and she regains enough composure to smile ever so slightly, her lips parting to let forth rivulets of ghost-breath.
Karon is twenty-one and has aged negative twelve years since I last saw her. She’s a waif now, eaten inside out by acid that runs through her veins (but God she loves it). She sleeps with her dealer to ensure a better deal. She lies
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outside is an august leaf all crumpled dry shivered but has a breath of june.

dead ready to be dead dog done.

singSING that i don't-what-do-i know. HOURS.
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hawkthing Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
Now I can stalks you.
Enodios Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2010
I love you*
Enodios Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2010
Cybotics Featured By Owner May 14, 2010   Traditional Artist
Thank you for the favorite!
tamnesam Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2010  Hobbyist Photographer
thanks for faving :heart:
Roughdoubt Featured By Owner Apr 27, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
I found your page through the six word story contest. You have an excellent collection of writing.
cloaked-nouveau Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you. :)
I don't think so all the time, but that's why we keep writing, right? :p
Roughdoubt Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
I have indeed found that doubting your own work is a very good way to improve it.
raspil Featured By Owner Apr 27, 2010   Writer
Thanks for the :+fav: :D
DavidDeb Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2010  Professional Traditional Artist
Good day Sarai,
thanks so much for faving my DD of Arwen grieving from LOTR,
I'll do my best to draw some more of that beautiful Tolkien world:)
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