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She wears many costumes but rarely shows her face in daylight.
Her hunger is insatiable.
Her love of games--inexorable.
She toys with her prey.
And, when she is finished with you, you are but a fraction of your former self.
But, many will still not learn and become slave to her and her kind.
By day she is subtle, gentle and pleasant.
A house wife, a student or maybe a businesswoman.
All camouflage.
Her eyes are unmistakeable.
Her lips beckon for your company.
But, you may never know the truth unless you engage her.
By night, she is a carnival parader.
A showgirl; a street corner prostitute; a sultry night club songstress.
Nymph; Medusa; Siren.
She is the star of the show.
The night; her stage.
The moon; her spotlight.
The lanterns and lampposts; her candles.
All light is her weapon.
Though, she will gladly and surely strike in the dark.
Music moves her and works her magic.
Everything seems to work in her service; favors her.
I fear for those who have fallen to her song.
I am but one of many who have encountered her and her kind.
I know her well; like a familiar taste or smell.
Morbid is her middle name.
She is deja vu to me.
I see yet another character, another costume that she wears.
She is the most grim and cunning of geisha.
She carries a poison-tipped, razor-sharp parisol.
Her moon-white face is mezmerizing.
Her eyes can grip you from a distance.
Her words are mindbending.
Beneath her robes may very well be a tattoo of a venomous cobra.
Thankfully, I am immune because she mistakes my words.
I stand on a different side of the wall.
It is impenetrable by misunderstanding.
Sanctuary from her and her brainwashed minions.
But, for how long? Or, is it all part of the illusion?
(a brainstormer work in progress:P)
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Posted by brainstormer on 2008-01-27 16:09:03 | Rating: | Views: 136
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I like this and I see it too.
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Posted by Twila
on 2008-01-28 03:21:52
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I like this...
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Posted by benne1ej
on 2008-01-28 12:15:50
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I really liked this poem, and you should know brainstormer, that it describes me to a tee, all except the prostitute, unless I dress up as such for you, darkling, I call you that because your past is dark, and you need someone to help you erase your sad memories from your past.
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Posted by karikaiba
on 2008-01-28 15:13:53
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Erase THE sad memories from my past? My past is dark? You sure you(kaiba) or any of you ladies want to associate yourself with this poem? In intimate and moderate doses, such things could be erotic. But, I wouldn't recommend taking it too far. Like I/It said, I've met her poisonous, life-sucking kind before and steer clear of it the best I can with the fortune/curse of misunderstanding. No one deserves to be shattered to the depths of their being by a "player".
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Posted by brainstormer
on 2008-01-28 19:40:30
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i really like this poem! its truly great. goood job =]
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Posted by reagan_leigh
on 2008-01-28 20:04:17
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ffs Pompous aren't you?
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Posted by bellaboobaby
on 2008-01-28 21:16:15
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