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Hanging Fairy Tales

by ~angie1969

Living these moments in a dream of you
sitting next to me can’t last forever when
beneath this jaded illusion is our reality.
I love you to the core and back but can’t
fight for this any longer. How do we say
that what was there is still there but isn’t
enough to go on? Where can I stop time
and stay in our golden days? And every
kiss still sucks me in and leaves me
breathless. Every touch turns my
stomach into nods. But the thought of
you makes me bittersweet. I became us
so much that I left me in the gutter for
dead. So attached to you that I no longer
had a name. My needs defined by your
wants.

Now the “Do I just give up and throw it
all away” circles in my head. The
“Nothing last forever” hunts my daily
existence. The thoughts won’t transform
into words followed by actions. And as
we hang by a thread you dangle the
scissors on the rope.  What to do when
all I ever had was you and that doesn’t
exist anymore? “Pick up your luggage
and leave while you still can, that’s what
I would do if I were you.”
Head=Arms=Legs=Move.
:iconangie1969:
Second piece in the series Taken:
1-Painting Pretty Portraits
3-Final Curtain

I think the best song for this is:

Pagan Poetry-Bjork

Pedalling through the dark currents
I find an accurate copy, a blueprint
of the pleasure in me

Swirling....black lilies....totally ripe
A secret code carved, a secret code carved
Swirling....black lilies....totally ripe

He offers a handshake
Crooked five fingers
They form a pattern yet to be matched

On the surface simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
is pagan poetry
pagan poetry

swirling
black lilies
totally ripe

Morse coded signals
They pulsate :They wake me up
from my hibernate

On the surface simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
is pagan poetry
Pagan poetry

i love him

this time
i'm gonna keep me to myself
this time
i'm gonna keep my all to myself

she loves him

but he makes me want to hand myself over

she loves him
:iconvicexversa:
=vicexversa Feb 18, 2008  Professional Artist
I can tell it's full of emotion. Good job.

--
Adriana
:groups: Founder: #LatinAmericanCountry | Co-Founder: #SalvadoreanDeviants | Staff: #HISPAchat | Co-Founder: #WeAreVanity :groups:
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Sin Titulo Es la hora cero en la que mis labios urgen de un beso.
El frió me ínsita a acercarme a el cuerpo caliente
mas cercano y mi espíritu quiere bailar con otro
ser. Pero entre tanta necesidad no se haya
sosiego. Hoy bailo sola. Que me abrace el viento
y me haga el amor como solo el sabe hacerlo. La
lluvia que cae sobre mis labios termina mojándolos
como un amante en celo. Solo la naturaleza logra
satisfacer mis deseos mas profundos. Los que ni tu,
ni ella y mucho menos el logran calmar...

Soy agua que corre en un río pedregoso. Soy el guepardo
que pasa veloz e inadvertido. Soy parte de todos
pero solo pocos me Sin Titulo by ~angie1969
... Ese sonido de la piel separandose, tu brazo sudado y
pegajoso alejándose de el mio casi inaudible. Los
buses que pasan afuera. El vecino de arriba moviendo
una silla. La lluvia leve que cae. Mi respiracion serena
y la tuya agitada. El niño que llora en alguna parte de
este condenado edificio. Tu corazón acelerado sin sentir el
ritmo de The Mighty Diamonds que suena en el fondo.

De alguna forma me encuentro enfrente de un espejo y
veo lo que se esconde en el fondo, eso que nunca se dice.
Lo feo que guardo adentro lentamente moviéndose, pudriéndose,
endureciendo. En el momento de luz se ve mejor la os... by ~angie1969
Change of Heart by ~angie1969
Contigo ni sin ti La vuelvo a poner, y que? La quiero
sentir otra vez, contándome una historia
nueva con esas mismas palabras de siempre
encontradas en una deliciosa melodía. Un
momento de paz e iluminación en medio del
ajetreo de esta ciudad. No tengo la culpa que
cuando cierro los ojos y me fumo un tabaco
me acaricia un brazo bajando poco a poco
con una mano. Atravieza mi abdomen hasta
formar un abrazo con la otra. Pone su rostro a
la par del mío y reproducimos el mismo ritmo,
una sola respiración. Me mueve de izquierda a
derecha, de derecha a izquierda. Me hierve la
sangre con ese calorcito que traspasa mi
Contigo ni sin ti by ~angie1969
Let's not waste a good tear. by ~angie1969
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