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Array ( [sid] => 70192 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Molten Spirit [time] => 2004-11-04 20:19:27 [hometext] => ....she leaves smoldering embers to fly about.... [bodytext] => Prancing in the shadowed sunlight
a naked faerie on a mission
to corral the siren on her own grounds
be aware there's spite with contrition.

What's left to stable in a tamed down filly
her purpose lies just beyond the glass
stepping down from her pillar so high
she found the level of tease with sass.

She'll give them what they think they want
a measure of herself in some odd way
they'll writhe and groan in their ecstacies
as she smiles while making them pay.

She's the dancer on the stage again
the glittered body to pursue
an envied presence on some arm
knowing how to come alive right on cue.

Her self control is not the issue here
it never really was
she can always prevent herself from falling there
on the grounds of just because.

She'll pose for the spread with an impish smile
it's all about the dotted line
she struggles to make all the pieces fit
without the labels to define.

The floods of shame repress her pain
as she's trying not to hide
every step back makes her falter
as little by little she withers inside.

So she gives them all it is they ask for
minus a notch or two
getting just enough to maybe breathe
and to herself possibly delude.

What's left of her is frozen still
on an island in the sea
surrounded by the forest walls
where she can no longer be. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 48 [informant] => jaeann [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )

Molten Spirit

Contributed by jaeann on Thursday, 4th November 2004 @ 08:19:27 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

Prancing in the shadowed sunlight
a naked faerie on a mission
to corral the siren on her own grounds
be aware there's spite with contrition.

What's left to stable in a tamed down filly
her purpose lies just beyond the glass
stepping down from her pillar so high
she found the level of tease with sass.

She'll give them what they think they want
a measure of herself in some odd way
they'll writhe and groan in their ecstacies
as she smiles while making them pay.

She's the dancer on the stage again
the glittered body to pursue
an envied presence on some arm
knowing how to come alive right on cue.

Her self control is not the issue here
it never really was
she can always prevent herself from falling there
on the grounds of just because.

She'll pose for the spread with an impish smile
it's all about the dotted line
she struggles to make all the pieces fit
without the labels to define.

The floods of shame repress her pain
as she's trying not to hide
every step back makes her falter
as little by little she withers inside.

So she gives them all it is they ask for
minus a notch or two
getting just enough to maybe breathe
and to herself possibly delude.

What's left of her is frozen still
on an island in the sea
surrounded by the forest walls
where she can no longer be.

Copyright © jaeann ... [ 2004-11-04 20:19:27]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Molten Spirit (User Rating: 1 )
by a_bear on Thursday, 4th November 2004 @ 09:08:03 PM AEST
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I never understand this kind of poetry..it's above me..all I can do is sit like a dolt and say I enjoyed it..but how can that be..I don't understand it, really..

Re: Molten Spirit (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Thursday, 4th November 2004 @ 09:59:37 PM AEST
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A very powerfull write that I'm suree many can relate.
I hear wat cha saying and u've said it well.
A masterpeice in it's own right.
luv, huggs,
emy

Re: Molten Spirit (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Thursday, 4th November 2004 @ 10:02:30 PM AEST
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good write. =]

Re: Molten Spirit (User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on Friday, 5th November 2004 @ 06:33:18 AM AEST
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I see such inner turmoil in your last few writes. Keep fighting my friend, you are a better person than you think. ;o)

Roses
Larry

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