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seductionThe darkness is a familiar cloak around me. I sigh. The sound disappears into the void. Distantly, the thread of a high, plaintive melody seeps through, skimming the air, flowing deeper as it approaches. I look up and sit up straighter. Tense. It is not new, this winding tune. I have heard it before. As always, it aims straight for the heart, pierces through and leaves me gasping for breath, drawing in gulps of stale air, interrupted by choking sobs. It plays the meandering notes. Always the same, never the same, always the same. Mesmerizing. The sounds seem to float in the dense air, each a golden burst of light, forming intricate patterns aseduction
by ~carmena
dream the depthsroiling across the stillness of glassy surface, grey wisps of wet moisture spreads,dream the depths
tendrils arching, twirling, blooming... reaching upwards, sideways,
always over dark pools of silence.
what lies beneath? one wonders.
perhaps one could delve into the depths, and see and feel,
feel the chill of mysteries never discovered, feel the fluid embrace which locks with no mercies.
with a strangled gasp, one may shake the coils loose shake the entangling coils of sleep loose and draw harsh breaths, uncertain of dream and reality.
by ~carmena
genuineBlank faces, tired faces, bored faces. The train was like a tomb, and we were all walking dead. Heaving a silent sigh, I turned away from my reflection in the window and stared at my lap, picked at my fingers, and gazed intently at my gloves as if they held the answers to the world’s problems. Anything to avoid the accidental meeting of another’s eyes, the awkward skittering of sight to escape. Thursday afternoon, and I was headed home early after my piano lesson. From the university, milling people stepped out the moving boxes and more stepped in to fill their spots. Lucky me, I’d gotten a seat in the mad crush and watched with slight gloatigenuine
by ~carmena
Head, Hands and HeartSee the notes the bars the lines in the mind’s eye They are the creation of man’s free soul Hear the harmonies before touching the keys Calculate every beat and rest Cool intellect encased in burning passionHead, Hands and Heart
Agile graceful strong These are the music makers Disciplined and controlled Executing every move to perfection Extensions of the music played deep within Flowing from the heart
To be is not to be Sweet melodies echo deep in the bones Tears and sweat Soul bared, fingers poised Black and white Coaxing strings to emit more than
by ~carmena
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Of Fireflies and Dying Stars "Why do the fireflies do that?" Tonight the air was humid, but a pleasant breeze was blowing over us. I was stretched out on the swing out back, one foot bare and propped up on the swing's left arm and the other slid into my shoe. With gentle pressure I guided the swing back and forth through that sultry summer air. Dana had ranged herself between my legs and rested her head on my chest. For a time I had indulged myself in stroking a hand through that mane of baby-soft black hair, then I had simply left my hand on her frail shoulder.&Of Fireflies and Dying Stars
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