Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

crimson lips
lies told true.
silken tongue
bitter sweet truths
to entrance
enrapture
ensnare the unaware.

ruby nails
craw bleeding hearts
open to pour
cynical speech
in infected wounds
making heart
stone, unapproachable.

amber eyes
burning embers
of lustful thought
to the core
of innocence
innocence taken
by hands
immoral.

lilywhite wrote: amber eyes
burning embers
of lustful thought
to the core
of innocence
innocence taken
by hands
immoral.

Lily, this is beautiful. I read it and had a flashback. I'm posting a poem I wrote and posted on the Open Scoll 10.21.1998...you capture in this succinct and poignant stanza what all my words hoped to do.

I really like (read: envy ) your style.

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And there was amber dancing waltzes
on top the tender glowing candles--
frail pillars struggling with the rooftop
that kept the night at a mind's distance--
see what it shows; hear what it says:
"Let my golden heat strip your mantles
and bitter frustrations let me stop."
A little fire burns through resistance.

And there was quiet swiftly stalling,
body stripping, biting sweetly still--
beneath the sheets of a cool fire bed
there's a sleeping to nonexistence--
a box where emptied veins seize falling.
Gone's the vogue to struggle dancing-- kill
the warriors, remove the strife dead.
A little fire burns through resistance.

A body lies at peace sans lifeblood
and spirit severed, set to slumber.
For this be wary, for this be sure
when you, your body... equidistance...
finished, wrapped in either fire or mud....
Can you look back? Maybe you'll number
the days you had... see life pleasant, pure.
A little fire burns through resistance.

You too probably know each other from the Scroll, right?

I'm sorry, Lily--
I wasn't aware you are a Scroller. I (hate to admit I) haven't been around the Scroll for a while now...I have a hard time moving between sites. But it's beautiful, what you write. Spread yo' lilies!

burning embers
of lustful thought

lust is pure
lustful thought is love denied.


No you don't know me
I don't think
I was thunder chicken on the scroll

thanks for your poetry
happy you are here

"thunder chicken"
joel
my posts 2000
you two too
early.

These posts
edits.

joel appreciated
your poem.

thank you
kind sirs.

lily

Doreen, how nice to read you here.