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Fight Spells 3 Fight Spells 3

A Poem by ICE


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About Me

I'm a brooding poet who has been writing since middle school.

My writing has a tendency of being rather dark...and I like it that way.

I am female who is 20 years old and I'm currently in college studying Psychology.


Ani DiFranco :Parameters

Thirty-three years go by
And not once do you come home
To find a man sitting in your bedroom
That is
A man you don't know
Who came a long way to deliver one very specific message:
Lock your back door, you idiot
However invincible you imagine yourself to be
You are wrong

Thirty-three years go by
And you loosen the momentum of teenage nightmares
Your breasts hang like a woman's
And you don't jump at shadows anymore
Instead you may simply pause to admire
Those that move with the grace of trees
Dancing past streetlights
And you walk through your house without turning on lamps
Sure of the angle from door to table
From table to staircase
Sure of the number of steps
Seven to the landing
Two to turn right
Then seven more
Sure you will stroll serenely on the moving walkway of memory
Across your bedroom
And collapse with a sigh onto your bed
Shoes falling
Thunk thunk
Onto the floor
And there will be no strange man
Suddenly all that time sitting there
Sitting there on what must be the prize chair
In your collection of uncomfortable chairs
With a wild look in his eyes
And hands that you cannot see
Holding what?
You do not know

So sure are you of the endless drumming rhythm of your isolation
That you are painfully slow to adjust
If only because
Yours is not that genre of story
Still and again, life cannot muster the stuff of movies
No bullets shattering glass
Instead fear sits patiently
Fear almost smiles when you finally see him
Though you have kept him waiting for thirty-three years
And now he has let himself in
And he has brought you fistfuls of teenage nightmares
Though you think you see, in your naivete
That he is empty handed
And this brings you great relief
At the time

New as you are, really, to the idea that
Even after you've long since gotten used to the parameters
They can all change
While you're out one night having a drink with a friend
Some big hand may be turning a big dial
Switching channels on your dreams
Until you find yourself lost in them
And watching your daily life with the sound off
And of course having cautiously turned down the flame under your eyes
There are more shadows around everything
Your vision a dim flashlight that you have to shake all the way to the outhouse
Your solitude elevating itself like the spirit of the dead
Presiding over your supposed repose
Not really sleep at all
Just a sleeping position and a series of suspicious sounds
A clanking pipe
A creaking branch
The footfalls of a cat
All of this and maybe
The swish of the soft leather of your intruder's coat
As you walk him step by step back to the door
Having talked him down off the ledge of a very bad idea
Soft leather, big feet, almond eyes
The kinds of details the police officer would ask for later
With his clipboard
And his pistol
In your hallway



Sylvia Plath

Mirror

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see, I swallow immediately.
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike
I am not cruel, only truthful
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me.
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.




Soliloquy of the Solipsist
Sylvia Plath


I?
I walk alone;
The midnight street
Spins itself from under my feet;
When my eyes shut
These dreaming houses all snuff out;
Through a whim of mine
Over gables the moon's celestial onion
Hangs high.
I
Make houses shrink
And trees diminish
By going far; my look's leash
Dangles the puppet-people
Who, unaware how they dwindle,
Laugh, kiss, get drunk,
Nor guess that if I choose to blink
They die.
I
When in good humor,
Give grass its green
Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun
With gold;
Yet, in my wintriest moods, I hold
Absolute power
To boycott any color and forbid any flower
To be.
I
Know you appear
Vivid at my side,
Denying you sprang out of my head,
Claiming you feel
Love fiery enough to prove flesh real,
Though it's quite clear
All you beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear,
From me.





If you are a cat: An extremely lovable, adorable person, sometimes shy, with a passion for quick wit. At times, you prefer quietness. You love exploring various things and exploring everything in depth. Under normal circumstances you're cool, when given a reason to, you are like a volcano waiting to erupt. You're a fashion bird, an icon associated with fashion. Basically, you mingle along freely but don't like talking much to strangers. People feel very easy in your company. You take care when choosing your friends.




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Posted 6 Years Ago


send me rrs when you post the new work!

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Posted 7 Years Ago


Hi,
Any favourite writes you want reviewing just send me a read request. If not don't worry as lots of people don't send read requests. I look forward to reading your writes

Have a nice day friend

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Posted 7 Years Ago


Happy Birthday. I look to see if you had any new writing up and you don't yet but let me know when you do I love your style of poetry.

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Posted 7 Years Ago


Thank you for reviewing my poem Fire and Ice.

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Posted 7 Years Ago


Thank you for your review of Labyrinth of Sorrow. This is one of my favorite poems I have written. I wrote it for a poetry group on another site but it does have meaning and no he isn't dead is alive and well in AZ. It was based on a dream I had.

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Posted 7 Years Ago


Thanks for the review of my poem My Love, Hey Sexy. This is an actually poem that I wrote in letter style to someone special for their birthday. It is actually the opposite. He knows he has my heart and always will have a piece of it, but I have a hard time expressing other things to him. I wanted to be soft and rough at the same time and this is how that poem came about.

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Posted 7 Years Ago


thank you for your review on my poem.

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Posted 7 Years Ago


Thank you for you review on ONE WORD. This one popped into my mind as I was thinking about him yesterday. You can tell the poems that are the ones that pop into my mind like What I Pray and ONE WORD. Then there are others that I have to work at writing like Flattery and Lying Serpent.

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Posted 7 Years Ago


I'm glad you liked Desert Thirst. I tired to make this poem the best it could be. I got a few pointers and tweaked it and this is what the finished product looks like. I think it is one of my favorite poems I have written but my all time favorite is Charming and it was the hardest for me to write next to First Kiss but First Kiss is a story.

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Posted 7 Years Ago


Could you review and rate -Broken- please...

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