Sunday, September 13, 2009
Stars shine like miniature candles in the black abyss of the sky
The lips those boys kissed with fatigue
were not mine, they were hers.
The body that seems to mature daily into one that drives the lad's mad
is not mine, it's hers.
But when I finally kissed you, I took over her lips.
When your fingers grazed my skin
I burst into goose bumps.
When I am alone,
I am in a cold chamber
itching to get out.
When I am around you, I am content with where I am stuck.
There is no one in this world who can say
They truely know me
I myself have no idea what I am
I hate calling myself Alia
It doesn't feel like my name
It is hers, the one who is the house I am locked inside of
I wait in the twilight
where my whereabouts are only know by me
For I am prancing in fields of daisies
In the form I actually am
With glistening wings
And a pale dusty face
I am beautiful,
When people know how to look at me, not her
I am Moondust.
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Moondust, ladies and gentlemen.
Putting my thoughts into words for the 2342nd time.
Your writing gets better and better ... I've just spent the last few minutes catching up with your posts and I can see you finding your style and voice a little more in each one :) I love the words you use, so evocative and emotional.
All hail to the writing God ... let those words keep flowing x
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I loooove how it's all so simple, yet it's all so deep!
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