Stones Thrown

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The minute the stone was thrown a change in the flow created a chain reaction unto a world that became devastated into a fury of regret. The pain that grew deep within his veins and  became a turning point for she was no longer slayed. One moment,one ripple, one slip became her last as she drowned into the depths of anguish. Her tormented soul was forsaken, for even god turned away during this lapse of time as if the darkness embraced what was left to save.  Love is a stone thrown into the flow that can create ripples that forge the pain within ones veins. The beast lays silent and as god opened up his eye for the universe cried in pain as her heart became the last stone thrown into an empty pit of shame.

Karen S-K
Copyright 2016
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The Coveted Temptress

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The mistress stood there with her smitten smile and her red stained dress with sin and hopeless desire.

The mistress lost all she had for all she knew was the thirst to take what others have had.

A lover, a thief, a liar, a mistress filled with hopeless desire.

For behind her smitten smile laid a fractured shell that was her temple that many coveted.

As she was the temptress, the mistress, the sad little dove with mangled wings.

She stood there alone, yet surrounded by many.

Her thoughts raced, her body quivered and what was left was the shadow of a sad little girl.

The sad little dove wore her little red dress that was once so beautiful.

She had so much love,hope and desire.

Her heart betrayed her as her life became the story of the other woman.

She became the unlovable, chaotic fractured sad little mistress coveted by many but she was always alone.

Karen S-K

Copyright 2015

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Audacious Anarchist

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An audacious anarchist once stood before those who queried the factualism of their foresight that they all never knew. He clutched his saber so seditiously from his tattered sheath and plunged it deep within his cogitation so that others would see the malcontent depths that engulfs their ways. The perils that laid at bay for he laughed them all away, for all those who stood listened with such intent that his consciousness awakened those that saw the perils that were hidden in plain sight. Those were no longer led by the pack of wolves that left a corpuscles stench. The sheep they once were, now they were real men. An audacious anarchist once stood before the wolves and sheep and all the men stood so full of spirit as the audacious anarchist could finally see a purlieu before them that the foresight never allowed them to see. Now they clutch their sabers and plunge it deep within their own anarchist souls; so now the audacious anarchist could slumber and awaken to find the wolves hidden within the darkness of the trees. The land now belonged to all the men as they will never be the irrational sheep.

Karen S-K
Copyright 2015
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Omission of Sorts

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For every being, there’s a glimmer of deception instilled within our psyche that can penetrate the obscure walls that we create. We unleash these walls in hopes to grasp that the reality instilled is just an omission of sorts. For every being has a glimmer of vitality that pervades within these obscure walls; for how can we see the deception when it’s the perception of how we encounter it all. The enemies we see, the allies we face, for you see; it’s only the heart wrenching reality that we perceive that becomes our glimmer of fate and our desire of life

Karen S-K
Copyright 2015
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Opaque Pieces

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Broken into pieces, shattered into a myriad of infinite fragments that left imprints that can’t be replaced. The bond that held the glue together became undone and so did his love. The numbing echo of opaque pieces left forsaken were for her to fix as she fixed most of the myriad of infinite pieces that laid across her open wounds, the salt never numbed the pain but the pieces were left untouched only to be restored by an unimaginable silhouette that shadowed the unforeseen magnificence of her life and of her love.

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“When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one’s self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.” – Oscar Wilde

Copyright 2014
Karen SK
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