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Tag : poems

29 Jan 2020

Keep me there resting…

I’m in deep dream sleep Keep me there resting where the monsters stay trapped under my bed and can’t escape back to my head Keep me there where every truth isn’t a dare where the ground doesen’t swim me to the cold waters’ stare I’m in a deep dream sleep keep me there resting more alive under my lids where the Picture Show reels beams of golden light to starlit winds no longer nervous for the most unreal real feelings […]

15 Jan 2020

Unfinished poems

Unfinished poems tossed between dreaming and drowning… About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *Cannot read map *will not need to worry about how to untattoo her eyebrows when that fad ends *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her […]

05 Jan 2020

You had fallen before you fell

  Your tears scatter and sting like a hive of bees as you wonder in full dream unwatched untimed not seen… until a mirrored tree smooth and stripped of splinters gifted you a View fully awake now you know You Had  Fallen Before You Fell. The wounds on your hands and knees and Everywhere between were never from the ground… As you looked up the sky locked with your eyes and the clouds soaked up your tears.   About the […]

04 Jan 2020

And the flowers are falling…

About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *wishes she was the moon tonight *is a third born unicorn *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters * Holds her storybooks of Pain like picked roses soaked in the midnight rain *one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of […]

12 Dec 2019

Her very skin, every petal..

About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary  *is a third born unicorn *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters * Holds her storybooks of Pain like picked roses soaked in the midnight rain *one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of […]

10 Dec 2019

to the shores of the subconscious

About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is currently writing the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *is one daisy short of a chain *one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of the lizard.    

30 Nov 2019

These storybooks of pain…

These storybooks of pain…. Holding them like picked roses Soaked in the midnight rain.   About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is currently writing the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *is 55% German, 35% Swedish, 20% English, 99% night owl, *one of […]

21 Nov 2019

Every Petal

What she told me risked her very skin every petal so I could end so I could begin About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *is 55% German, 35% Swedish, 20% English, 99% night […]

15 Nov 2019

Year of the Monkey

“There were bells tolling and wreaths tossed and women turning in circles and there were bees performing their life-cycle dance and there were great winds and swollen moons and pyramids crumbling and coyotes crying and the waves mounting and it all smelled like the end and the beginning of freedom.” Patti Smith, Year of the Monkey About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold […]

14 Nov 2019

Behind closed lids

To never know what was meant… what was said… But showing behind closed lids plays my very own show About the artist: Natalie *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *blows kisses to the clouds. *is currently writing the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *is 55% German, 35% Swedish, 20% English, 99% night owl, 2% Cherokee * is […]