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Time Bomb




You’re amazing sitting here,
you frozen time bomb.
Slick with summer niceties,
and lemon delight.
You make my head spin in circles,
screamin’ to the blue sky,
so loud it shatters into a thousand and one
broken pieces of color,
like a prism breaks simple white light.  

I’ll be your death angel
if you'll be my sand man.
And with one pinch of blood sand
I will be morphed into a new creature,
breaking out of my chrysalis.
Reach out,
reach up.
I face you opened mouth,
tongue wagging wild.
Taste of pure beauty.
Matted hair on my face,
deep break-breathing.

I feel your form molded into mind,
head to chest, and
I know you can feel my irregular heart beat,
thumping like wild horses into a battle
of no hope.

You’re my ecstasy.
Give me more, pump
my blood full of your shining irreplaceable light.
And a cage of swords
will not stop me from
breaking through,
breaking out,
breaking up.
And my voice can
shatter that of your imprisoned,
frozen cell of a time bomb.


A sound so pure
it stings the ears of every creature,
as your cosmic prison shatters
and the laughing white birds fly
in a flock mirroring the sound.
Breathing deep into a cavern of unruly blackness
I wait to hear the ropes of your muscles move.
Reach out,
reach up,
reach through
the light to
a different type of song.
©2006-2009 ~Dance-in-Shadow
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I know I have no written anything in awhile, so here is my attempt.

I just added in the last stanza today. It is subject to change.
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Wow. Uplifting. It's that free-fall, happiness, I'm-On-Drugs kind of love.

One question: I’ll be you’re death angel is that I'll be your death angel or I'll bet you're death angel? I'm guessing the former but I wasn't sure.
Shanks. I kind of feel on drugs when I read it. And the happiness is all woah.

Its I'll be your death angel, if you will be my sand man. I bet your death angel would not make sense I think....it might...I don know.

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Believe: Believe in all you love--
hear, the Prince of Peace is crying
--and know that it will win; of

everything that's fighting,
only peace can win over
all. Only peace is wanted by the unknown soldier.
Sorry I have just got into the habbit of adding them instead of writing what I think.....I really like it...That's why I favd it!I love how you describe things...It's a really good poem!

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People come in and out of your life...But I'm a one you'll never forget!


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Thanks. I figured you liked it since you faved it and all. And thanks again.

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Believe: Believe in all you love--
hear, the Prince of Peace is crying
--and know that it will win; of

everything that's fighting,
only peace can win over
all. Only peace is wanted by the unknown soldier.
I didn't, I mean it could
It could, I guess. Maybe....>thinks hard<. Even when it is not your piece my brain explodes!

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Believe: Believe in all you love--
hear, the Prince of Peace is crying
--and know that it will win; of

everything that's fighting,
only peace can win over
all. Only peace is wanted by the unknown soldier.
It wouldn't make any sense: 'I'd be you are death angel'? It's also 'ropes of your muscles,' I think. My other comment at the moment is shining irreplaceable light might work better. Possibly.

There will be a follow up, never fear, when I have thought more.

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Aright, good.

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Believe: Believe in all you love--
hear, the Prince of Peace is crying
--and know that it will win; of

everything that's fighting,
only peace can win over
all. Only peace is wanted by the unknown soldier.
A thousand and one: strangely exact, plusgood. Shows thought and meaning and shit.
'if you will be my sandman' should be 'if you'll be my sandman' because it sounds nicer with the line above it. Same number of syllables, ya know?
S'cool that the mold ends at chest and you immediately start talking about thumping hearts. Because not only is the heart in the chest, maybe the thumping disrupted the mold.
The jump from no hope to ecstacy is great.
'and flies away as a flock of' is awkward. Get rid of the as somehow, I think.
Repitition of the 'reach/break out/up/etc' is very nice and holds it together and whatnot.
I am not entirely sure why the ending is so good, but it very much is.

Over all: the wording and images are fucking amazing. Plus, it's a good happy poem. And it's a happy poem from you. (How strange.) May be the bestest thing you ever wrote.

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