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lights faded on your stara dancer's grace was
embedded in her bone-deep
muscle memories

La tete dans les etoiles - A head full of stars(scroll down for English)

La tête dans les étoiles

Amarré au quai
Rêve bleu au goût de sel
Un cliché s’envole

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A head full of stars

Tied up to the shore
Blue pipe dream, its taste of salt
A cliché takes off

- SophieCT, 17 mai 2013

Take It All InTake It All In

Close your eyes my dear,
Quit talking for a moment,
And enjoy this.

PrimevalPrimeval

la nuit infinie
absorbe les cris d’une âme
- libération

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Primeval

the infinite night
devours a soul’s holler
- emancipation

-SophieCT, 22 mai 2013

*Cold*Quiet, space has no noise
Cryo-sleep dreamless and cold
Blank faces frozen

2013 Delice1941
19th May2013

Po-e-try (n)1. Imaginative
Creativity from words,
Is art from language.

Challenge Haiku 44 - DrawWeapon in her hand
Ready to blow all away
She fires her art

CloggedClogged

I have fecal stasis,
‘Cause I’m full of crappy thoughts,
And I can’t flush (shhhhh)it.

RebirthShe swelled with pride and
joy, for their pride and joy swelled
from a second chance.

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looking up at the night sky
where is my ceiling?

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that everyone claims to hate
yet no one leaves

trees dancing in wind
the sky covered by grey clouds
the storm is coming

I like thunderstorms
they tend to bring more action
to this boring town

thunder, rain, lighting
a pathetic fallacy
to this young man's life

I can be quite dark
but also light if I want
which do you prefer?

PerfectionHair glowing, red fire.
Your eyes, emerald beauty.
Perfect, without me.

Challenge Haiku 41 - WorkDaily grind of life
Needed to survive this world
Different day, same shit

The Irony Of LifeIt's so ironic
that living my daily life
sucks my life away

NoxToday I saw you
Dancing in my memories
Why are you still here

Idyllicpeaceful velvet night
windows of a quiet town
light the silent street

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The Violin

by ~InKPapeR-AndSoul, May 20, 2011, 5:35:50 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Haiku & Eastern

Stradivarius;
In my hands you sing, shout, weep.
In my hands, you're home.

The Violinby ~InKPapeR-AndSoul

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Haiku & Eastern

I was listening to classical music today and I thought of how, in a musicians hands, an instrument can emulate human expressions and make music seem alive. I thought of one of the best instruments there is: a Stradivarius violin. Obscenely expensive, yet exceedingly beautiful. As an aspiring musician, I try to incorporate music into everything I do, including my poetry. I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I did writing it