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NightmareIn the moment that could be forever;
I hold my breath hoping to surface--
And not succumb and drown,
In the pounding of my own heart
Set at a pace to break my ribs,
The scream caught in my tightened throat--
Voice shrivelled to nothing.
Chasing the chills along my spine
Immobilised by panic,
Locked in place by own fears,
Longing for something to wake me.
Just Sleeping...Powering down as the cogs stop turning,
Thoughts scattered like leaves on a wind.
Sand grains on a beach,
That very last sigh;
Breathing feels artificial.
Or something like it.
Being awake is a stranger for now.
Food has been like cardboard for....
...for what seems like forever,
I miss ice-cream
The colours and the noises...
Such a cacophony
Things were more pleasant once...
...once upon a time,
Like a fairy-tale.
Kisses won’t work as an alarm clock.
Only patience and time.
Make-upYou poured your make-up on--
A thick ,smothering, second skin.
Embracing that disguise
The person beneath no longer showing.
Artfully flawless in your mask--
As I scrubbed mine off;
Tearing my flesh if need be,
Unafraid to be unique.
Not wanting to be what you make me--
To remain singular.
Too honest in a gathering of frauds,
The Individual amongst the clones.
NowhereAnother day- another letdown.
Setting the pace for our relationship;
It’s a real place,
But it won't be found on a map.
It seems to be where we are heading,
No matter which other directions
I try in vain to steer us in.
BrightHold on to your wonder-
Let your imagination guide you,
Especially when the path is unclear,
Make your own path if you have to,
Just never let it fade.
Keep your fire burning,
If you must build up your protective walls,
Remember to add in windows
And essentially remember to add doors.
These things work both ways-- letting in and out,
You are a bright soul,
Never loose that--
Don’t imprison yourself.
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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A two-time Community Volunteer for the deviantART Related category, Anne is well-known as a positive, helpful force. She is the community's resident expert when it comes to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), and her personal gallery offers a wide variety of tutorials for new and experienced coders alike. In addition, each winter she hosts a calendar project encouraging members to create Journal designs for all to use, bringing more creativity to the community.
It is with immense gratitude that we acknowledge Anne as the recipient of the Deviousness Award for October 2014. Read More