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Dreams Like WildflowersYou left a vacancy sign blinking by the door to your mind, went to find some dreams and pick them like wildflowers. I tried to follow you into that wilderness where thoughts grow like faerie-trees all sidewise and reaching, but you were lost to me behind the tall grass of your eyelashes and I wandered alone through your beautiful mind. Meadows of solitude stretched ahead of me, miles and miles away from anyone who would pretend to be called friend and draw near- these were unseen. A slow river where you slip beneath the depths and ask me not to follow fell away beyond the borders, &nDreams Like Wildflowers
by ~DeirdraChaeli
Left At Crazynew moon's invisible light reflects on corners, soft and even curving around ideas old and dusty yesterdays find your way around this dark and troubled mind through desperation's loss and princess child's hope take a left at crazy maybe I'll be there, sitting lost as lost as you in this labyrinth I've built unable to escape the tangles I've made combing out the past and tying up the future loose ends left to lead you out againLeft At Crazy
can I find me, let alone you, down dizzy roads of emotion signs of thought left hanging tipsy-sided to guide along a long way, can you tell?
by ~DeirdraChaeli
The LibraryA dusty handle glows in dim light, Radiating from a single flame, As shaking fingers close over the dull sheen of metal. Creaking hinges resist the gentle pull, And then a room of dreams, revealed. Millions of voices, whispering, crying, pleading, Calling to an empathetic soul, A sympathetic ear to save them. But plastic-covered promises offer surety, And the cries slowly fade into peace, Leaving a single sob to draw her onward. Leather binds her spirit to the one within, And she is lost in her quest as she lifts the child free, Knowing she is not the hero, BuThe Library
by ~DeirdraChaeli
Hands Full of PromisesYour hands are full of promises you give them away like dandelion seeds spreading them to anyone who wishes and never caring where they land promises of something that I cannot grasp I know it's there but I know not what it means that you nevertheless swear I shall have as you drag me by the wrist through the moonlight such beautiful moonlight as though the sun has fallen in love with the stars and softened herself to join them in the night I see visions of your offerings made holy by the imperfect shadowinHands Full of Promises
by ~DeirdraChaeli
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- Current Residence: my house... where else?
- Interests: writing, music, dance, art... everything in the arts
- Favourite movie: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
- Favourite band or musician: Skillet
- Favourite genre of music: Rock
- Favourite artist: Degas
- Favourite poet or writer: Tolkien or C.S. Lewis
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- Tools of the Trade: pen, tiny notebook, and a broken soul
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