UPSIDE DOWN POETRY 1

Death By Maxwell Cynn I glimpse her hiding in the shadows, between a heartbeat and the next faltering breath. Her alabaster skin gives stark contrast to the black satin corset over her flowing black dress. Black lace and gossamer wings accentuate her onyx eyes. The pale beauty of her thin face, high cheekbones, and stringent jawline, frame her luscious lips. She smiles, a smile that would shame the full moon of October, and I forget to breathe. I stare at her, my only thought a need to taste those lips, to feel her rapturous embrace. Her hand reaches out to me. Fingers as cool and fragile as a china doll trace the deep furrows in my aging flesh. I sigh, the last wisp of breath escaping my tired lungs. Her fingers pass through my graying hair soothing away all sadness. Her cool lips brush...

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POETRY READING 1

AS I SIT HERE  As I sit here, fingers snapping, on the keys I’m gently tapping. Words appear and lightly shimmer,  often without any glimmer  of a route I may be mapping. On my Muse’s door I’m rapping,  hoping that the thing’s not napping. But that hope is getting slimmer  as I sit here. Adjectives and verbs I’m scrapping. Broken-winged, my thoughts are flapping  while my mood is getting grimmer  trying to hold on to dimmer  thoughts my tired Muse ain’t trapping  as I sit here. By Wayne De Priest Lust is power By Elyzabeth Snow Lust is power, but not comparable to a dictatorship—it is a bond between two.   It is a force in which two people share between each other; unbreakable, sometimes unbearable.   It is the power that increases...

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For the Adoration of Writing. An Offering of Friends

It is few and far between that we as individuals are touched with a moment that changes us as human beings. For many years I have been writing fantasy, and I love it. I wish to continue creating worlds of the fantastic, otherworldly and profound. But there is definitely something to be said of the tragic and heroic realism that our species experiences and pushes through on a daily basis. We struggle through hardship, monetary, medical and else wise… Stretching our capabilities and attempting to do what we feel is impossible. We must remember, always, where we come from, the United States, a land and a home full of infinite possibilities. I...

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Canary

A Poem by Tami Snow For you I'd sing across the miles Touch your heart, make you smile My song a tune of happiness while Truly longing like that of a child's A canary only sings when it's lonely My melody soothing all of your tears A warbled symphony erasing your fears Locked in this precious cage for years Are you really listening, can you hear? A canary only sings, because he's lonely. Falsetto hymns flow from my meager form Easily disguising, just how deeply forlorn From realizing the truest of love, I'm torn Heart bleeding harmonies fated to mourn Canaries only sing tragedies, they're lone...

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LOVE, LITERATURE & LOLLIPOPS

Welcome to my literary love affair, Lyrical Lip Service. I hope you enjoy poking around these pages and peeking at the videos. It is hard to believe that a mere week ago this idea was borne into my overactive imagination and now here it is—in all its puckering pink splendor. How in the world did that happen? Hmm… Magic, perhaps?It is my hope to be given an opportunity to highlight the literary and artistic works of my friends on the LLS blog, as well as my YouTube page. (Pretty please, let me feature your talents?) I have felt a great sense of comradery while sharing blog space with my fellow Slaves to the Muse writers, and would love to offer a continuation in assisting writers to be heard. It is a very fulfilling endeavor, indeed.My love for reading has molded this site, as well as the idea...

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