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Catapedamania

—i know they don’t want me to jump—
I have forever harbored inside me a fascination with edges.
My first memories are of standing on a cliff, wanting oh so badly for it to crumble under my feet.  I saw a line separating earth and sky, and an urge rose in my chest to blur it.
This feeling of always being on the very tip of reality, wishing I could lose my balance and plummet, only intensified as I grew older.  I found such sweetness in thoughts of stepping over sidewalk cracks to plunge into a world with nowhere left to stand on.
At the same time

Received a Daily Deviation January 30th, 2009.

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The suggester thought Catapedamania by =poetoffire to be "a brilliantly tight and focused piece of writing with a poetic yet believable voice." I agree; I enjoyed this piece for its dual narration and detailed character study. (Suggested by =fm-vorassi and Featured by `lovetodeviate)

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Love-in-IdlenessAll I wanted was my own serving boy Who looks at you as if you were Queen of the Fairies. But we know who taped gossamer wings to your back, So baby, let's not call the flying magic.
You could have chosen any Robin Goodfellow But your eyelids are heavy with the juice. Love is blind, true, but also very, very, lucky And I can see the flower red in your cheeks, Sticky on your skin, blooming in your judgement.
Let someone else awake alone and frightened Closed in by your midsummer night. I want to toss and turn and dream and wonder How someone so beautiful and Love-in-Idleness
by =poetoffire

She of the thronefirst shard Sometime we will look back on this And you will remember how you kissed Every soiled scrap of me as you found it And I will remember your warm lips Meeting my chilled, rotted flesh. We will both be lying But I want this anyway.
second shard Come back to me when I am whole.
third shard Darling, when something falls to pieces it shatters But before you think me glass Remember I will never be translucent.
fourth shard My soul is drifting in my own kingdom In the banks where the sun goes to die When stillness corr She of the throne
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Psyche Holding Fireyou know I am but the match made to be consumed by what I love ignited, burned, then left in ashes when my words are wooden in my mouth and you can almost smell the smoke almost taste the extinguishing tears.
I know I should be happy, but pent up with one who only loves in smoke signals wandering the darkness, holding a knife and a reason to consume close to my heart, a bitter spark of doubt is fanned whenever I search, but find no fire in your eyes.
if there was any justice in this life crying could set the world aflame and the oil streaking dow Psyche Holding Fire
by =poetoffire

ToxicomaniaYour slurred alibis burn on my tongue Their tangy, intoxicating edges taking hold. A little part of me I’d rather keep Dribbles down in every dabble in you. I lick the alcohol from your swollen lips. You taste like bad beer laced with water hemlock Trickling through my senses one drop at a time. You coo against me, “I love you,” Your breath smelling as stale as your words.
You are but the best of many I delight in Picking up and putting down each night. Hate follows the wine in my bloodstream As careless, drunken lies spew from your lips. Befor Toxicomania
by =poetoffire

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I am an escapist with an affinity for both the art of word-twisting you people without the delusions call poetry and flames.

Gallery cleanout -- need opinions

Wed May 6, 2009, 5:32 PM

Mood: Crazy

I'm going to clean out some of the works in my gallery, but of course, they're up on the web not only to get feedback but for others to enjoy, so I'm asking:

Which piece of literature and which photomanipulation do you most want to stay in my gallery?

I'm particularly interested in literature.

Excluding Catapedamania, what poem/story do you want to keep up there? I'll base what I delete on this, so I'd love it if my watchers respond.

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~adalaine

May 7, 2009, 7:20:23 AM

_{thank you so much!}

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