Magnetic poetry

[Katchoo]

'Child's Play' (made with magnetic poetry)
By Jessamy Davis

sweet mean winter monster
whisper and play
sweat
drool
pant
beat me less
from black
raw beauty must burn
gorgeous knife
take only essential juice
fall like them
life was always through
cry sad friends
some light did live
they stop

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The maverick heroine of STP land, avenger against those who would kick off with pretty women;
Hero to some, just another pretty face to others.
The cutest little lesbian.
THE Lesbian.


...Without love, we are never more than Strangers In Paradise.

[WiloeLeigh]

a morning ache in the skin
recalls you fallen
and early salt on the tongue
breathes your run to the sea
so i wake like a warm-blooded goddess
lie on a milk and honey bed
and remember
i have you

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No matter what we have come through, or how many perils we have safely passed, or how imperfect and jagged our life has been, we cannot in our heart of hearts imagine how it could have been different. As we look back on it, it slips in behind us in orderly disarray, and, with all its mistakes, acquires a sort of eternal fitness, and even, at times, a poetic glamour.

-Randolph Silliman Bourne

[WiloeLeigh]

how easy it is to surrender to eternity
in this embrace
a flooding vision of black
pools of shadow steeped in ink
i breathe in the deep surrounding us
as you remember dancing with broken time
the sky in your hair
we fall like cold stars
through the center of the universe
down to dark urges and raw needs
linger with me tonight
let me lick away the salt on your lips
when we wake
you ask why i love you
and silence in the morning light
is the only word i know


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No matter what we have come through, or how many perils we have safely passed, or how imperfect and jagged our life has been, we cannot in our heart of hearts imagine how it could have been different. As we look back on it, it slips in behind us in orderly disarray, and, with all its mistakes, acquires a sort of eternal fitness, and even, at times, a poetic glamour.

-Randolph Silliman Bourne