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To Dear Alice, With Love...To Dear Alice, With Love...To Dear Alice, With Love...
Alice was full of Malice or rather... a painful sort of naivitee. A fan of consumer-bought and sweet lolitia clothing. And dear Alice wanted to taste the glory she associated with daydreaming and fairytale stories. So... she let her mind wander,
anxious and waiting.. for she is the damsel in distress the Girl Who Needs Saving. And she doesn't understand the intent she craves in Queens of Hearts or wandering Knaves. But Alice knows the thick and the thin of Hearts on Sleeves and a Jester's defense. &n
by ~Kielletty
"Alex Needs A Life""Alex Needs A Life""Alex Needs A Life"
His heart clearly outlined against his chest
Fingers groping, shallow breath
I wonder, does he even hear me?
It's getting pretty late honey and the brief minutes of conversation
are over and I'm saying get out of the car.
But the music drowns us in a sharp intoxication
reminiscent of the way we Are.
Yeah Babe, this is what you get for faithless intentions
But don't sweat it honey,
those fingertips are colder than I remember
and much more clumsy.
So maybe I'm submitting or maybe I'm just kidding,
Either way
by ~Kielletty
Exposure to SurgeonsScalpel please, Let's cut this out This piece of me with verbs and nouns The articulateExposure to Surgeons
Nerves beneath the skin This whispered calm that twists and bends
These veins
-Or muscled fingers Lips are moving
Though anesthesia lingers. Close to gone- My eyelids flutter
Brain waves melting Like left out butter. This muscle beats Inside my chest While head is screaming For deeper breaths. Blood is racing To fuel this life And surgeons above me Cut fast with their
by ~Kielletty
The Writing on the Wall....Scorched by the eclipse of hate and faith I feel caught up in white-hot flames. Having been a villain by necessity and Misery mirrored in the handwriting of a child- I hold my breath again, Turning from the sightThe Writing on the Wall....
of too many monsters with too few lights. Extracting sincerity from the frozen ice Returning numb
and raw to the image of crystallized hearts on the windowpane. Or notebook ramblings of hearts circling His name. That seductive love that devours all The love that on its belly crawls And falls And draws Broken images in gravel specke
by ~Kielletty
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Your hand that I held...
Like a rusted person
You said you could live on your own
You ache to a point where I cannot reach you
Don't say words like you can\'t smile or you hate people
Do you remember?
Drive your Life
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Are you Ready?
Do you see how much I need you right now?
When you walk away, I count the steps you take.
I miss you, I need you.
The best magic is the magic of Love,
Love isn't an illusion I can conjure. ♥
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