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FlyingSo I was walking down the street yesterday
my street
the one where the Chinese and Korean places meet
and I had my eyes in the sky but my head down and nose to the ground
cause I was flying high and didn’t want to take off again
not like the pigeons hopping round my moving feet
and not like Jimmy who had gone surfing in the clouds and never come back down
at least not like his old self
I was moving in time stepping on down the line when this skirt comes up to me
this pair of four inchers thin as a stick and red lips that say
hey kid, you okay?
and I’m stuck real good gummed to the sticky sickly sidewalk
the concrete highwFlyingin Original Poetry and Drabbles

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The Nightfolk Cafe (pt. 2)As soon as I stepped off the bus I felt at home. I stood there on the dirt road with a suitcase in each hand, listening to the sound of chirping birds and rustling trees. Technically, the city was my home, but out here in the country was where I had grown up and where I felt most comfortable.

I started walking down the long familiar road, bordered on both sides by a thick forest of trees. I had walked this road so many times that every rock was familiar. I smiled as I came across an old, rusted sign nailed to one of the trees. The old "Beware of Vampire" sign my aunt had hung there when they had first moved into the house, long before I was The Nightfolk Cafe (pt. 2)in Original Poetry and Drabbles

Just to Let You Know...I have broken
The painting
That hung on the wall

The one
You are very
Very
Fond of

I'm sorry
It was hideous
So abstract
And so uglyJust to Let You Know...in Original Poetry and Drabbles

Funeral DrumsI can feel the fingers of dear old dread
Creeping, crawling across my weary head.
He never fails to bring gifts of blood and pain,
And O, how I wish to never see him again!
He is walking to the beat of funeral drums,
That charming old sickness, here he comes.
He taps out the time upon each, every bone
As he often does when I'm so very alone.
Then he runs his hand all down my spine,
And whispers in my ear that he is mine.
He's also quite fond of taking me by the hand
To spin me across the marble floor, so grand.
He always keeps a trick or two up his sleeve,
For he's never been very inclined to leave.
I'm always so kind when I shFuneral Drumsin Original Poetry and Drabbles

Full CircleI pray to you now, if you're so inclined
To lay upon my poor old plundered mind
Every legend that has ever been told,
Every hero and all of his glories of old.
From Enkidu with Nisaba's hair,
Then Beowulf gone to Grendel's lair,
And Perseus who escaped the Gorgon's eyes!
Now, to drink of Lethe would be most unwise,
Lest I forget Jason and the dragon's teeth,
And Arthur drawing sword from sheath
Against he who was born from she Le Fay,
Poor King lived not to see another day.
Achilles then and the long war with Troy,
Orestes, almost murdered when just a boy.
Dante and his slow descent into icy Hell,
And Sita's Rama with Ravana tFull Circlein Original Poetry and Drabbles

Ghoulfriendsin Dolls

PoetThis dear poet's ruined soul
Lies lifeless at his feet
A carcass of broken strings
And splintered wood, decaying

A brittle bow abandoned
Falling gently from his hands
No delicate rhyme shall come
From the dead upon the ground

No more joyful music
Shall now leave his frozen lips
No melodies of blessed rejoice
To dance with spirits on high

No funereal fugue will play
To mourn the death of his art
Only silence now, stillness
Save his heart's sweet sarabandePoetin Original Poetry and Drabbles

The Nightfolk CafeJust one night working the night shift and I already knew that the next two weeks were going to be a little weird. Night shift was for Nightfolk, and day shift was for Dayfolk, and I was certainly no Nightperson. Yet my boss had scheduled me to cover some of Naazloog's shifts while he was out on maternity leave. Apparently it was mating season for his kind, and we had quite a few of his species of Alien working in the mailroom so night shift was short a few hands. Eight of them, in Naazloog's case.

I had spent my entire eight hour shift sorting mail next to a Werewolf. A very, very chatty Werewolf. I nodded and smiled at her, laughing when sThe Nightfolk Cafein Original Poetry and Drabbles

A Mighty Little RaftOne square now,
But don't leave, Gentlemen!
Pull ahead,
Heave you the headline,
Keep to looard.
Confound it,
The wind has blowed it.
Everybody just went away,
Left us.
Poor Devil,
Land by yourself.
Float along down the river.
Don't be a fool again.
Land where yonder light is.A Mighty Little Raftin Original Poetry and Drabbles

More Maggiein Photos

FrailI once sung the song of the fallen
And echoed the calls of war,
I had done the Devil's bidding,
Bringing darkness to every shore.

You did walk along the sullied streets
As though in a desperate trance,
You had traveled the world twice over,
Giving Death not the slightest glance.

You slept in the lap of Despair,
With shadows biting at your heel,
We both dreamed the same old dream,
Seen visions so bleak and surreal.

We then danced the dance of demons
Inside Heaven's hallowed hall,
We had awed the holy seraphim,
Awed the angels one and all.

We lived like ghosts in a mortal realm
With the strangest love never told,
We decided toFrailin Original Poetry and Drabbles

LustSqueezing through cracks in my sanity
It moves, long and languid, lurking,
Like a ghost, a shapeless spectre,
An old friend I'm never glad to see.
It fleetingly touches upon my mind
Caressing flesh, tracing on desire
Yet never lingering in the heart of me.Lustin Original Poetry and Drabbles

Fairy Tales IIin Dolls

Cold TeaA white knight goes riding in my cold tea
Reflected in my round amber mirror
He seeks out a dragon to slay, just for me.

Such a darling, my hero, what a damn pity!
How will he ever conquer that mighty beast
While it is so massive and he is so very bitty?

Perhaps I should have told him before he began
About the awful nature of his quest
And how the dragon has eaten man after man.

Oh well.

Look, how bravely he does draw his sword!
A flash of cold metal, a show of hard steel,
Just a few moments in and I'm already bored.

Be he brave and have as much courage as he may,
I can certainly and without a doubt say
That he'll be dead and gCold Teain Original Poetry and Drabbles

Neo and Mirin Dolls

Linden IVin Dolls

Cemetery SongBeneath the pale moon
Just 'round the midnight hour,
Mourning spirits smile
And dance through the old tombstones
To the sad sound of their cemetery song.Cemetery Songin Original Poetry and Drabbles

SubwayShe and I alone,
Just strangers on the subway
Riding down the line.

She sat, hands folded
Over the purse in her lap.
Young lady in black.

A small smile, dark hair,
Her eyes were trained on the ground,
And wouldn't look my way.

Too pretty to pass,
So I stood, sat next to her.
"Where are you going?"

Still she didn't see me!
She said not a single word,
And didn't raise her head.

"Hey, cat got your tongue?"
I asked her with a small laugh,
And slowly she turned.

She waved her hand, said
"Talk to me when you're dead,"
Then started walking.

She stepped right on through,
The moving train, no matter,
The closed door, who cares?!Subwayin Original Poetry and Drabbles

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~MoonlightOrchids Jul 9, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Great poetry!

I have to say that my favorite was 'Cold Tea'. It was a brilliant idea, and I like your writing style. If you get the time, please check out my page too!

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~MacabreVampire Jul 10, 2011 Student Writer

Oh, thank you very much!

And I will!

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~MoonlightOrchids Jul 13, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

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