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They just keep coming...

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It's terrifying
Mystifying
This underlying emotion
I'm slipping
Sliding
Into undying confusion
No idea have I
What comes next
Where to turn
Crossing my mind
So often
This nagging problem
So simple to solve
So complex to me
Neither heart
Nor mind
Will decide
So much fear
So little time
Will the puzzle grow?
Will I solve the case?
How can I deal with it...
What will it take?
I long to find comfort
In a simple yes or no
But I'm torn in two
Growing blue
Helpless for now...
  *~Jacklynn

http://www.darkforum.comExplorationhttp://www.darkforum.com
Drifting into darkness
The grace of foreign sensations
Bubbles fluttering around
As I stumble through
This magical forest
Abstract shapes
Nameless creatures
I rest
Near a singing toadstool
Take a moment
To admire the
Dainty flora
A breeze blows my hair
Asterisks and saphires
Spirals and amethysts
I dance into your soul
Each whimsical step
Brings me farther inside
Breathing your thoughts
Sweetly scented
Burning brightly with
Creative flare
Exploring you
Taste testing the
Fruits of your essence
Dancing with the music
Of your heartbeat
Embracing this freedom
Concealed inside.
  *~Jacklynn

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Fear like a toxin
So long is forever
Lonely and free
Gratitude in solidarity
Selfish fool
Improsoning emotion
Secret colour
Desolate dreams
Blind in an unseeing world
  *~Jacklynn

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Silence surounds all,
Deafening, smothering,
The tree of life looms overhead,
Curiosity encompassing.

Float with grace, hear the sound,
Dancing beauty, spiralling near,
Footsteps quick and nimble bound,
Energy flows thru flesh so clear.

Melancholy spirits stir,
Enchanting this electric dance,
Torn is the blindfold from mine eyes,
To give the past a final glance.

One blink begets a bright flame ring,
Glowing fingers stroke the sky,
Self contained yet frightening,
Burn with incandescent purity.

Weakly withered are these bones,
The climb begins, this newfound toil,
Upward and onward in a haze,
Skin seeps a rain of thick turmoil.

With every inch a weight relieved,
'Till naught but cloth a burden seem,
Nadir to utopia the goal acheived,
Welcomed with uncertainty.

Bringing pleasure in scathing pain,
Silver wings from spine have burst,
Disrobed descending from the sky,
Satisfied and free from hurt.
  *~Jacklynn