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A thousand songs unsung, a single star left hanging on a dream up in the sky, twin voices duet on a theme of 'cry': toccata, fugue, da capo. A bizarre and rending tune; a discordant fracas for two. A heart played pizzicato by a desperate hand, unable to deny the harmony. Each key change and each bar worse than the last, yet still clinging to life. So raise two heads in counterpoint. This fault can still be tuned and mended, so they said. A plectrum made out of a Stanley knife swoops. Pausa. Strings are broken - fingers halt, lit up like Magdalene - and bloodied red. Lit up like Magdalene, and bloodied red these hands like C

You raised your standard, and this watered night your camera rolled. Mascara smudged as you began to justify the way we write. No longer drunk with lies that burn on sight, you draw me clear, and scarlet fades to blue. You raised your standard, and this watered night; time's rhythm lifts your eyes to peace's light. You've questioned limits. Answering, I too began to justify the way we write. Though Moran's rifle tempts with silver bite, your pain is offered, calming, grounding, true -   you raised your standard, and this watered night let me accept. There may be monsters, quite at home inside this skull, yet yo

Your fingers flay my faith like sacrificial knives. You place me on aventurine, you tune your lens.   The firing squad smoke cigarettes. Their eyes are drills and all your words run out to die against the wall; with ginger crystallising on your hollow tongue you lie, helpless. The orchestra plays on blood and bone, fury thundering in counterpoint, dwindling to silence, my vision smothered by red-gold. Recall our multicoloured plans as thirty silver pence lie on the kitchen tiles.

I have to tell you now: I do not trust. The devil in his Sunday hat has kicked all reason from me. Sorry, but hearts rust   and I have handled flames before and picked them up, only to melt on ash and blow away. I'm frozen now. I'll not be tricked   by word or wish. Hilarious, I know, my chessboard. In the splinters of that night - smashed mirrors in your eyes - no mistletoe could run me through, dragged off in neon light by guarded hands. In timelines old and new    I've seen so much. Too much? Well, now I write (assumptions cast aside) to hope that you don't tease; not just another painte

In soot and snow, in magpies' fetters, I'll try in secret to explain you're on my mind. With just six letters you're buried deep within. Refrain from questions; hands clasped, let me listen, so read to me. Your lips can christen    my scars, white thorns. I would have gone with you, to dance the path you're on. Beside you in Apollo's victory my nerves were numbed. No lions roared where columns stood, but music clawed. I clutched you close, a valedictory, no Orpheus I. Yet when I yearn, it's you. I'm sorry. Watch me burn. In jet and pearls, in snow obsidian, I see you now. You're on my mind. You draw my li

~MeredithSC: Deerstalker, here-stalker, Benedict Cumberbatch, Fast-talking genius. Girls, my advice: 'cause his vocab is so Sesquipedalian Find a desk, keep calm And carry on. Twice. ~everwalker: Fluttery, fluttery; Thanks for that, Juliette, Sadly I fear there is No desk in range. And he's in Hollywood, Thespidragonically. Stalking him that far might Make me look strange. ~M: Dreamery, schemery, Re Mr Cumberbatch: It's elementary, Macklin my dear. We'll depart speedily Transcontinentally Locate the fellow and Bring him back here. ~e Excellent, excellent, Packing the Sherlock gear. We'll need some kind of bai

Freezily breezily Winter Queen Meredith didn't do romance and that's how she felt. Also avoided all pyromaniacal creatures - met Remus, and started to melt.

Stabbity stabbity, Rioghan Draig Tiggerat charges the foe with a hack, slash and slice. She's glad that humans are biodegradable - that means her battlefields always look nice.   Shiny heroical General Tarro the Scourge of Teutonia (Sithis' own team); Beat him on battlefields? Impossibility, But he avoids them when Offered ice cream. Airily, faerily, Fama to Icarus: "At the Reis Astrobleme Try not to die." Icarus answers her involuntarily "Message received. Standing Orders apply." :( Spookily, ghostlily, Banker Pavel Uath Haunts all the bank vaults Erdreja can hold; Not an unliving, just Und

The bottle now bears company Where once was only you, And all its dregs are blacks and reds, And bitter through and through. The ghost in you I dreamed - I dreamed - And, waking in your pain, Felt iron shred your lucent skin; Smelled road dust in your rain. I am the archive of your loss. I will not dream again.

Cold Hands, Warm Heart Dancing alone, beside the fireplace, Her inner music makes her troubles less. The golden light glints softly on her face, Glancing across her silken scarlet dress. This Stradivarius, her shapely form, A curving frame flowing with melody, Vibrating, rich and rhythmic in its warmth. Heart-breaking, should it turn to threnody. So cold and crisp, each drop of falling rain, Carves out its circle on the tensioned skin Upon the back of his tightly closed hand. Within, his gift of compressed carbon waits. A frozen sparkle; hard enough to last Beneath the weight of history and hope. He, heedless as the stone withi

Beloved You shine as moonlight. Deep waters of my spirit reflect your image My spirit grows roots, Reaching round to caress you, Strong as the soft earth. Glowing with warmth, Your smile is burning embers, Igniting my heart. I soar the night sky, reaching for distant stars, but Carry you with me. *** Do these words tell you Even the smallest part of All you mean to me? I try to avoid The often mis-used words that Spring first to the lips Still I must tell you Hoping you understand me: You are beloved.