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Swan Song

Swan Song

(the un-Valentine) Shelli Carlisle I cannot write of tender words Or love songs whispered sweet I know not of impassioned love Or yearning..

February 14, 2013 with 0 Comments
Oculos Vita

Oculos Vita

Standing in front of the bakery the one on 22nd street I saw a reflection in the window someone I faintly remember There was something..

December 8, 2012 with 0 Comments
Un-Principled

Un-Principled

                      Snotty as a handkerchief Sneaky as a fox Compassion of a..

October 9, 2012 with 0 Comments
Dust

Dust

The crisp white paper is a stark contradiction to the stale words scribbled upon it pretending to be prose She sits for days and weeks at a..

July 27, 2012 with 0 Comments
Home

Home

After the windstorm, And after the rain Out of the ground Came an empyreal hand That drew me a picture And wrote me a poem And touched my..

May 8, 2012 with 0 Comments
Me

Me

Underneath my outside face is a face no one can see A lot less happy A lot less sure But a whole lot more like me   Shelli Carlisle ©..

May 8, 2012 with 1 Comment
Question

Question

Music man, poet man creator of song the words– your words rip away my shroud exposed for all to see. I cover myself with soiled cloth...

April 25, 2012 with 0 Comments
The Dream

The Dream

Upon awakening I realize I am no longer in my sacred place. My body feels heavy. My heart aches. My mind is not clear. I feel tired, worn,..

April 25, 2012 with 0 Comments
I am Despair

I am Despair

  i am despair i live in her soul i devour her spirit i leave her without hope i send her to the edge i stand her before the abyss i..

April 25, 2012 with 0 Comments
Rebirth

Rebirth

              I see the hill where the red clay stands, the purple flower that grows from the rock, the..

April 25, 2012 with 0 Comments