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*yawn* off to bed soon
It’s funny to me that I come down with a respiratory infection RIGHT before I see the doctor to have my thyroid checked. How convenient? I always think that my doctor finds that sort of thing suspect because I know I would.
Well, I’m off to bed after some time of twisting my brains about what type of mythology or back ground I want to give my character. I’ve decided (for the moment) to try to come up with a back story but she’s not entirely human which made me veer more toward a mythological like back ground. I’m torn but there’s too much to think about now. I have to get to bed to be some what functional for my dr appointment. Disappointed I spent my long holiday weekend sick.
Night all!
- k
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haunted dream
Another quicky, free style poem.
Saturday, February 19, 2011 10:15:29 PM
it is calling your name, this thing of darkness
amidst the flowers, funeral finery and fillegree
this voice emerges from hollows, from corners
it whispers to you with the smell of rotted leaves
mildew on it’s soft breath on your neck
can you hear her, whistling wind
through the trees outside but holding on
tight to your skirts – turning, turning, turning round you look for her
down haunted halls, in quiet rooms
through smudged, tearful eyes you look
“here i am” she says
you see nothing but deep black waters
unstirred by a hundred years of silence
“i’m waiting” she says
you can feel her here, like a cold hand on your ankle
stretch away, lips contorted into shrieks
but a throat, cut with invisible wire and unable to speak
you moan silently as she calls to you from below
“here i am” she says
“here i am”
“here i am”
Saturday, February 19, 2011 10:22:21 PM
It’s been a year since death frosted over my soul just enough …
It’s been about a year since I have written any thing, period (other than work emails). I think that at times FMS has totally stolen my pleasure, which used to be immense, in writing and reading. Now, it’s hard to concentrate and hard to work up any coherent thoughts to write. It would be today, this weekend rather when I have both not taken my usual seizure meds and also my “pain” meds (dr perscriped Cymbalta for pain) that I feel an odd, friendly melancholy and wistful feeling of missing something. Enough that it has inspired me to try to write a little before bed.
Molly Gart
it’s a nameless, faceless thing
isn’t Molly Gart – this loss of sense
this loss of You in the mists
again you feel like ghost sheets
ruffed under my fingers when i find
there’s no bones beneath
Molly – have you loved any one
have you ever felt your heart beat?
i have scarcely heard you breathing
since before moss grew on your breast,
since frost over took you there
and since dead leaves covered your hair
can i kiss you one time before i
loose the sense of my body too,
like you have dear? or have we both
become like fly wings dried and crushed
swept away with so much dirt and dust
Molly Gart?
wither like a rose and dry like Earth,
dear Molly, he’s in Heaven with the fish
swim like a feather in blue dreams of sleep
drown like a girl in blood, so cold she
cannot weep, Molly
Well there’s for free styling alright. I actually kind of like it for being totally free association instanity. I should try sleeping. Maybe I should make a doll and name her Molly Gart.
- k