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magdalena
magdalena 29 Jan 2017 Tag: tribute

A Corinthian

blue lips spun from broken trinkets fallen upon the last piece of solid ground the web detached itself from her brittle limbs, mind, porcelain existence eyelashes sleeping in forever dreams where she escapes the torment that chased and when the bells chime on the night breeze, I know she will...

magdalena
magdalena 29 Jan 2017 Tag: tribute

A Siriol

you cannot stretch her skin across the Universe in the hope that you can bruise her with your restless lips it's too late now the destruction in your gut has twisted you are your own war and she is too far removed from the battle. my war is quiet, more often these days...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton
Kristie Leigh Pilkinton 22 May 2016 Tag: tribute

A you already had a name

your teeth like little pearls of wisdom that wanted for novocaine you told me it hurt, but wouldn't show me where that all anyone ever wanted to do was kiss you all over, like they were seeking those lost thorns but their lips got lost somewhere between your ribs and forgot did i ever...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton
Kristie Leigh Pilkinton 03 Apr 2015 Tag: tribute

A going mad

Dear Anne Sexton, reading you at 4am is like rosary beads on a feverish tummy I'm writing on graph paper because I can't find anything else except pages and pages of beauty in which to reside so I write my own and summon your ghost i can feel the dying in me collide with the...

ButcherBelial
ButcherBelial 09 May 2012 Tag: Tribute

A Of the Sun

Brutal, this is creating beauty wounds to golden silence, grave adventure & unheard death: a voice cut short by shrinking day. Engulfed in lunar moan, sky-gaped lines howl the quiet of the glow insufferable, remarkable: a soul that charges for a stone or...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton
Kristie Leigh Pilkinton 12 Apr 2012 Tag: tribute

A perennial flower beds

"everything was beautiful and nothing hurt." -kurt vonnegut i told you when I died from my rotting magnolia body a tree would take shape gnarled like hairless cats, unceasing as an egyptian sun and it would be your stairwell to the moon the moon for us was anywhere that wasn't...

Tenebrae
Tenebrae 05 Mar 2012 Tag: Tribute

A Colour Me Thankful

Colour me thankful tonight, in palettes of wonderful shades, in spite of the obvious rain. Where was this guardian angel when we weren’t shooting the breeze? colour me thankful tonight That we’re a poet and teacher, an artist and pastel arrays in palettes and wonderful shades...

Stryder
Stryder 23 Feb 2012 Tag: Tribute

A Rainbow Coffins

For Rams & Lee In this sepulchre of space Confronted by God In his tie-dyed confessions Where colours reign Their kaleidoscopic daggers To pierce the memory, and yet Unload A 1000 indigo hearses With painted roses dancing like Skeletons in the perfume of death. Do not...

Stryder
Stryder 15 Feb 2012 Tag: Tribute

A Dragonfly Rain

For Amy Perhaps we could meet as old friends, under the ochre of street lanterns? As shadowless men ride on Penny Farthings beyond a requiem of fireflies under the blue velvet of a vintage moon shimmering on the Thames like ghosts of Electra. Under the rendezvous of mothproof...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton
Kristie Leigh Pilkinton 02 Feb 2012 Tag: tribute

A hitler's lullaby

One of my first poems in 2004... I'm feeling nostalgic. It's raining chandeliers in the attic i used to keep my hands safe, days i didn't feel like wiping the tears from the silver screen of prison camp floors. it's only white in windows gathering snow...

Stryder
Stryder 01 Feb 2012 Tag: Tribute

A Genocide Pony

This palace is too big for us with its asylum rooftops under knave-moon dreaming in diazepam diaries something more ‘vintage than violent’ - a crumbling gingerbread house where meridian windows hide candy whores & twin deaths like ghosts of Gemini – some Rapunzel-mouse under sack of...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton
Kristie Leigh Pilkinton 30 Dec 2011 Tag: tribute

A venus blue

you have touched places in me only the moonlight has known, explored them like they were too beautiful to touch, how tender your touch, how wise beneath you, I am winged drowning in the blue of your eyes water ribbons and dances, tickling my flesh, watering my daisies, extinguishing...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton
Kristie Leigh Pilkinton 27 Sep 2011 Tag: tribute

A one about buttercups

why do we bloom; in accordance with time or the aggravation of internal song? i am bruised as the sky, drunk on fairy blood and the starlessness of unknowing i want to be tangled always in love, to know that certainly one day it will kill me, i want to be a tree peach rosebuds and...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton
Kristie Leigh Pilkinton 18 Sep 2011 Tag: tribute

A beauty with claws

your soul is divided into six thousand butterflies i would tear all twelve thousand wings from their bodies to save you the pain of watching them die one at a time the pain of looking into your eyes and finding them a little bit dimmer each time painted in bleak shades of orange and...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton
Kristie Leigh Pilkinton 03 Sep 2011 Tag: tribute

A Mnemosyne

inspired by the 1960 french language horror film “Eyes Without a Face” i fell in love with the delicate curve of her neck, faint and lithe as a flame writes itself into the cracks of souls as if an angel wet her finger in the clouds and painted a scene of doves in the belltower of...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton
Kristie Leigh Pilkinton 03 Sep 2011 Tag: tribute

A the silver strangled light of morning

strange her eyes on a clear morning when antique clouds pour from her mouth like stiff and waking chimneys like poetry scribbled softly under a wet tree softly, yes she fell to me tumbling like only a butterfly dreams itself to death she is painted thinly on my skin like bruising...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton
Kristie Leigh Pilkinton 25 Aug 2011 Tag: tribute

A sing true, athena

A dogwood spine speaks of submerged ship masts apple trees of long ago planted by the hand of some Adam or Johnny Athena still carried a sword of birch and bird then dangled as a yellow poppy from the rabid mouth of mother sea. She is this morning's blanket of dew...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton
Kristie Leigh Pilkinton 08 Aug 2011 Tag: tribute

A To break as a violin breaks,

To be touched as a violin is touched, to love as a violin loves, and to feel like a violin feels, the vibrations of music and emotion overwhelming the instrument with discord and suffering, the only sort of pain or melancholy I could ever find beautiful that I would ask it to kiss my lips...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton
Kristie Leigh Pilkinton 08 Aug 2011 Tag: tribute

A going mad

Dear Anne Sexton, reading you at 4am is like rosary beads on a feverish tummy I'm writing on graph paper because I can't find anything else except pages and pages of beauty in which to reside so I write my own and summon your ghost i can feel the dying in me collide with the sky the...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton
Kristie Leigh Pilkinton 04 Aug 2011 Tag: tribute

A colors faded by the sun

I know that summer nights can hold music but I can no longer remember them. Sometimes, I almost do when a serious wind slips through my hair like wind chimes and goes to dance in the supple branches I cannot reach I think the sky must have wept with honeyed eyes, birthing fireflies in...

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