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April 19, 2013
Witch Oil by *PrussianPersephone Suggester Writes: Brimming with stunning imagery and imagination.
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Literature Text
There's magma boiling in her frostbitten veins;
incandescent pixie dust and
soot-stained stars,
sluggishly making its way through
a childish heart — wishing for one last chance
to spread her wings and soar to
Neverland.
incandescent pixie dust and
soot-stained stars,
sluggishly making its way through
a childish heart — wishing for one last chance
to spread her wings and soar to
Neverland.
Literature
Simbelmyne
There is silence here, upon
stale skull tombs
these everminds are stilling...
(And yet their tragedies
shall endure in the pallor of the
flowers in your hands.)
Literature
moondust.
we live in a world where our lungs are black and outlined with angry streaks of red. we plant diseases and destruction in the holes of our stomachs and watch them grow they shoot up fast and clog up our throats with ashy leaves.
our fingernails are ripped, jagged edges digging into pale skin and leaving white hot lines in their wake. our wings are crumpled, feathers bent and pressing into the expanse of our backs they're the weights on our shoulders, and there's no space left for anything else.
your tongue is cracked and so is mine. words no longer form, sounds no longer rise. dreams and wishes fall into the cracks as nig
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plumbum
she has a heart of gold
and she, a heart of lead
and she, a heart of uranium.
and they go walking sometimes, the three of them.
gold is confident in her worth,
untarnishable
bought and sold and bought and sold
the virgin whore
and lead behind,
heart heavy in her chest
guilt from bullets
and pride from pipes
and anxiety from irreparable brain damage
and somewhere off to the side treads uranium,
tumors growing,
white skin glowing,
thin frame for a dense core.
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The term 'witch oil' comes from His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman. It's a phrase the Gyptians use to describe Lyra. If you've read them, you may understand why I used it. And then you'll understand this. If you haven't read them, well...here's a little hint: adolescence and adulthood fight against one another most of the series. In this poem...I'll just say the same sort of thing is happening.
Random burst of poetry is random.
Random burst of poetry is random.
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Oh you deserved the recognition love. Short but well written as it touches somewhere in the heart of all of Us - Well done.