A Poem by Lady Lazarus.

We are unusual....tragic...and alive.


clarity cannot cradle
confusion of a kind
those who still are waiting
fading over time
bluebells crisp and breaking
bitten like the wind
dancing on the flames
wonders how he sinned

Fancy rejected them
keeping him til last
 a twisted metal kiss
through skin like glass
calmed to a pale ember
though we attempt to...
with regret remember 

such was the connection
it brings a type of sting
though we were eternal
we never knew a thing
mousy muted fur
standing to attention
 hand through hair
a soothed touching tension...

fabricated fate for a thankful few 
 though your heart is breaking
what can he really do?
bear me.. bear me...
not yet...
a twisted metal kiss....
my skin like glass.

© 2010 Lady Lazarus.

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twisted metal full of voice.

Posted 10 Years Ago

I lovve it. especially your first two lines

Posted 11 Years Ago

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I really like this. The alliteration at the start draws you in to the downward spiral of the first Stanza. I am actually in love with the second stanza, and the title really fits the piece, as in my mind,Lucid is what you say when thinking like this.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on May 15, 2010
Last Updated on May 16, 2010
Tags: clarity, love, connection, confusion, eternal


Lady Lazarus.
Lady Lazarus.

glasgow, United Kingdom

'...And I picked on the whims of a thousand or more Still pursuing the path that's been buried for years All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire Can't replace or relate, can't release or .. more..

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A Poem by Lady Lazarus.