Miss Fairytale Poems

One day I will be ash on the wind
Powdered death and life fragments,
My body will again become dust
to be sprinkled like confetti all over my funeral day.
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Breathe eternity over me,
With the essence of life
we soar through the heights
of spiritual existance.
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Lazily I slumber
Awaiting to wake from dream
To cover this constant pain
Wishing the darkness to clear
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My exquisite death;
When I slash at darkness
To bleed sunlight
When mortals cry
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Black and blue
Like bruises and tears
Still not breathing
No escaping this fear.
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We kiss like paper scissors
Wear our hair in little curls,
We were born of silence
When dead men told their tales.
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Laying
yellow
like little dead suns
Strung out
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Her in womb robes
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Our fibrous being stops
being solid
In a moment of complete
abandon
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Oh, I am the Forest
Blending with the City's solace
I destroy fear
In my wooden clutch,
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