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Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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Category: Writing and Poetry
This dark mark on my heart now and then it comes to the fore aching when I see weddings wincing at remembrances but I try not to do that anymore This dark mark on my heart when you gave it to me I wasn't sure what I'd do Thought I'd lay down and die or come after you but it certainly won't go away anytime soon This dark mark on my heart it has changed who I am I've gone from carefree maid to widow though you've frozen my heart with your thoughtlessness I've seedlings of hope that my soul will survive deep inside despite all the iniquities the real me awaits to be loved again. ______________________________________________________ Copyright 2007 Tracy Mellor. All Rights Reserved
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Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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Category: Writing and Poetry
fragments of moonbeams shimmers of stardust happy landings nothing's changed yet everything's remained the same no, you'll never go this enchanting melody resonating deep inside sunsoaked violet blossoms of my soul I would stretch out and wait 10 thousand twilights just to gaze for a tenth of a second to be transported to the sparkling loveliness that is you walk with me breezes at our backs as our laughs scatter lightly like pearls on clouds you are in everything and such there is my love for you. ______________________________________________________ Copyright 2007 Tracy Mellor. All Rights Reserved
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Saturday, June 16, 2007
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Welcome to the lagoon of sorrow some dip their toe in afraid of what they'll find I see them run away into the pitch of night-time's shadow others in the middle of its thickness where they are certain they can still plant feet in clay while the water laps up around them in a serenade of stillness the moon is on sabbatical the blackness a return to the womb of the other side a commune with spirit nothing is lost or displaced here water surrounds a gentle pull I am here on the deepest end mocking a final release I am submerged I can see you at last on the edge to the other world you swim with ease fearing nothing and no one cries the angels take our hands I awake with a gentle tear and all is as it ever was you are not here on this mortal plane but it is not "goodbye" only "see you in a little while" ______________________________________________________
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Saturday, June 16, 2007
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Category: Writing and Poetry
He gardens now in the dappled light content amongst his menagerie I see his smile at the scent of lavender and he dances as the music pours forth I hear his laughter pealing all the ocean's roar is not enough to contain him He holds court amongst the seraphim no longer moved by the worries of Earth Though he will always be missed it is a comfort to know he is at peace and to know someday we'll all be together soon eternally in golden bliss. ____________________________________________________ Copyright 2007 Tracy Mellor. All rights reserved.
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Sunday, June 10, 2007
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Category: Writing and Poetry
torture my name so that it doesn't mean anything anymore no flesh just ashes another love taken in vain its shade scattered to the cool March wind the devil himself assaulted my senses enveloping me in murky flames dancing slowly arms encircling post-mortem of a heart that gave out from Giving. you refuse to let me exist my wishes desires stow-aways in your moldy cupboard of regret pills stand vigil attending my grief as I slip deep into blue-Nile slumbers it's only in blackness these fragments remain. __________________________________________________________ Copyright 2007 Tracy Mellor. All rights reserved.
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Sunday, June 10, 2007
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Category: Writing and Poetry
whisper... unlock your heart under night-time's shade is when we meet your soul is true and steadfast the purest gift of a guardian angel a glimpse into paradise
whisper... speak your desires let each star's shine promise our tomorrow as we embrace as one lovers forever
whisper... look into my eyes your gaze says all I need to know as we walk our path of destiny hands entwined as we melt into this burning sunset ever this, it always was. ________________________________________________
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Thursday, June 07, 2007
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Category: Writing and Poetry
inoperable defects deep within enflamed with every speedbump snare and trap set to consume me I soldiered on Daddy didn't raise no fool yet you are tar stuck to my boots pushing my face to the concrete making me kneel and cross myself in a lonely temple I don't belong the saints are hollow the air is dead no candles lit and the wind whistles cold the confession of failure I refuse to submit false religion isn't me foist your twisted soul on another I take no quarter and offer none. ___________________________________________________________ Copyright 2007 Tracy Mellor. All rights reserved.
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Thursday, June 07, 2007
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Category: Writing and Poetry
When I was there for the taking I loved you more than anything You didn't want me You turned away You trashed my name Squandered me and all those vows that were supposed to mean something my heart bled night after night I passed out in a flood of tears but you turned away locked in a sheet of unfeeling ice rat bastard it meant nothing to you all this a blank slate Now you're back cornering me in the kitchen grabbing my hips hungrily with that look saying "you're so sexy....." not now it's not there the only tit you can suck now is Mama's You come here talkin' 'bout "I need you..." all you need is yourself wake up all this ever was was a nightmare God damn you and everything you ever stood for get on that plane and never come back you're a hangover I never asked for get out of my life It's not there ___________________________________________________
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Monday, June 04, 2007
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I entered this world not out of love But out of carelessness Pain Confusion Regret That which could never be When I emerged I screamed at the top of my lungs And I cried A river of blood I was passed from one to another Covered in a white-hot rash That refused to go away I grew The angry sores went inside and festered Each proud hair on my head a Celtic flame I would not do as I was told The rules did not apply Other children hated me Teachers were perplexed Dad was English "remember Bannockburn" all over again I want to grow up! I'm not a Toys "R" Us Kid! I thought all'd be solved when I turned 17 But it was only another puzzle to trifle with Still the hurt remained Knives twisting deeper into virgin flesh Intellectualizing rollercoaster deception And now it's come to this I need to release it I should hate you all for what you did to me But "hate" implies I'm weak "hate" would suggest I let you win "hate would say I let you lay your rotten eggs within my skin I survived to tell my tale I am the Diva Wielding my broadsword And all I have left for you Is Apathy I burn you And release your ashes Shades of the past I set you free. _______________________________________________________ Copyright 2007 Tracy Mellor. All Rights Reserved.
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Monday, June 04, 2007
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Blue light special limited time only assistance needed to reach the love on the shelf that was never mine I was always told if you shop on the outside aisles you'd never hunger for the sweetness within. ______________________________________________________ Copyright 2007 Tracy Mellor. All rights reserved.
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Friday, June 01, 2007
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Category: Writing and Poetry
the stale scent of half-man and tobacco confetti cling to the crevices of stained, cracked paint with each inhalation a toxic two-step he exhaled as my tears spilled forth I fumble to find the misplaced lighter it's dark now and there are no matches to strike just stolen Dreams stolen Self-Worth and a stolen Soul. stub-toed narcoleptic cockeyed gargoyle tattooed on the underbelly of my Life's affliction. __________________________________________________________ Copyright 2007 Tracy Mellor. All rights reserved.
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Friday, June 01, 2007
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Category: Writing and Poetry
At the end I was a pathetic selfish parody of someone I never used to be trapped under glass flipping the switch of self-destruction off with a blaze into the night how far those that were mighty have not to fall no one noticed but the Archangel Gabriel he stood over a tomb yet to be filled and chanted a canto "Heal!" "Heal!" "Rise!" "Rise!" his strong form of the ages reaching for mine, fading away A song so sweet, the siren's call of death could never triumph he stepped over a bouquet for a funeral that didn't come to pass My bold rescuer enveloped me with the purest love and light to carry me from darkness and show me the Truth I cried over all I'd disregarded when I'd returned to existence so filled with longing and regret at how I'd hurt those who'd given me Life My Creator who'd imagined me My birthmother who'd brought me here My mother who'd made me who I was but you never think any of that with suicide Gabriel kissed me and said it'd hurt most not to stay and all would be revealed in due time if I let it be so And it was the looking glass is right again the funeral is a celebration of Life and the tears of an archangel are a thousand divine smiles. ___________________________________________________________ Copyright 2007 Tracy Mellor. All Rights Reserved.
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Friday, June 01, 2007
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Death isn't grim or a reaper when you think you're ready to plan your exit and leave this coarse carbunkle of a world behind this mortal coil becomes a slithering serpent emerging from the dark shadows of Evil, her ever-watchful pimp Edgy Seductive tempting you toward pools of nothingness but all you see is shimmering eternal beauty deaf to the screams of the Light and those on Earth you thought nothing of If you give in to her hollow charms there is no price too high to redeem your soul All you will do is replay your actions... that pull of the trigger that slip of the noose the inhale of the car's exhaust while the wife and kids were gone.... The final solution looped again and again on a blank screen You spit on the One who knew you before you knew yourself Who cries now as you seal your fate There is a script of your life that was written and it is not for you to force the ending Action Reaction put down the pen and step away. _______________________________________________________ Copyright 2007 Tracy Mellor. All Rights Reserved.
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Thursday, May 31, 2007
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Category: Writing and Poetry
A year has come and gone since the wild mustangs in my brain were shot and left paralyzed They say now I am "normal" but I feel in slow motion like the seconds before an earthquake strikes If only I could grab the remote and tune things to my liking instead of others imposing their will on me instead of being an automaton All my life I was never allowed to be free to be fully me. Now people run as fast from me as fast as they would from One who is deformed on the outside I am a pariah a nonconformist society wishes to shut its eyes to I bleed silently from the inside til the blood crystalizes into tears that cascade from uncomprehending eyes I have the strength to walk but I need You. ____________________________________________ Copyright 2007 Tracy Mellor. All Rights Reserved.
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Thursday, May 31, 2007
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Category: Writing and Poetry
downcast lady on the edge of nothingness I hear you by the sea blending into the swirling fog you turn away from me but I plead you not to go it would be so easy to resign yourself to the cruel lullaby of the crashing waves' undertow there is no pale blush left that illumines your cheeks yet still I beg for you not to go... remember before blackness replaced the sun and your smile was a brilliant bouquet although all you see is murkiness now it could be that way again I look at you now and beneath that deep aching I see a faint ember inside the resilient soul evil could never crush even at this moment still though I see your tear it helps me to know your will to live is there please do not go my beautiful one step back from the ledge fair child of auburn hair. ____________________________________________________________ Copyright 2007 Tracy Mellor. All rights reserved.
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