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The Moon in VirgoThe Moon in VirgoThe Moon in Virgo by Purple-Freak9
She wore Mercury on her lips;
For when the visions came
the madness left a poisonous taste in the mouth
and rotten teeth
There was once a sweet and youthful
element, as is the case with women,
But she lost her worth in societal eyes
long before twenty two.
Now she is eighty six
with no husband to determine her path;
The stars do it well enough.
Even the sun shines in a way
that allows her to regain stolen beauty,
Without the use of too much rouge.
Astrology became a science when God abandoned her,
Many would argue he was never there.
A distant relative was burned as
a witch of sorts,
But she is not bitter.
The tea she takes helps her to forget;
To drift off to sleep in a manner so sweet
that she cries to dream once more upon waking.
Hairline FractureHairline FractureHairline Fracture by Purple-Freak9
The subtle knowing that divides
you from "the others"- that one day you'll
Is enough to make you feel both small
and superior at the same time.
It angers you when people use the word
Life is as finite as the number of
Grains of sand in the hourglass,
Yet it's so easy to enjoy daytime television
and takeout food.
There is more to being a biological philistine
than simply existing for days on end,
Because we can't all go to Peru
Or climb mountains.
The biggest feat is simply waking up every day
To the safe sound of a steady heartbeat.
Untitled With a Sense of PurposeUntitled With a Sense of PurposeUntitled With a Sense of Purpose by Purple-Freak9
I find myself drinking coffee that tastes of Monday mornings,
Yet I have not risen early in what seems like
The extra sugar could lead to health complications-
Like most of life's pleasures.
Regardless, I take my coffee the same.
You were worse than any overdose
two, three, ten times as bad but
you took far longer than coffee to leave my system-
I would probably take you the same again.
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backwardsbackwardsbackwards by LancelotPrice
They say you can't go home again.
But you can
you can visit that place where once you lived the real life
the best life
But your mind thinks newer thoughts
your heart beats to later music
Your love took the last plane south
to the ultimate polar archive
deep and deeper beneath the ice
Known only now as electrons moving in finest uncertainty
symbols of what once was
That sweet light gone dark
I did not go back for this
I do not want to know one last thought of this
I will never go back again
I always say this
and yet I always try it one more time
Seeds Of IntricacySeeds Of IntricacySeeds Of Intricacy by TheDarkenedBride
Time machine ticks on the wall
Thieves like puppets hang on trees
Happier days I recall
I comb my hair
With little care
About outer world's myseries
Songbird's tune stays trapped in cage
Internal storms to conceal
Eyelids rush to turn the page
Disarmed by cries
Feelings threaten to become real
Comprehension stops to rest
Pendulum may never flee
We can only do our best
Find will to breathe
Though winds do seethe
Spreading seeds of intricacy
Glossi.Gloss by FallingAsleepTonight
This is a poem
for lip gloss
and the pre-teen
who wears it
and the old woman
This is for
sparkle and stick.
For bodies like
For all the boys and girls
who would breath in
when the wick turned black.
Before their hair
turned grey with ash,
and their eyes fogged over
from the naked heat.
Before young love dies
and is buried in a shoebox,
with a little pile of rocks
to mark where it was.
This is for
the scared little boy
who spent all his time
While pretty girls
lay on autumn hills,
and even the crickets play
in major key.
With their noses
face down in the soil.
With their discarded jackets
on the grass, limp-
and making angels.
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