Revive Imagination by Shelley Kyle

A collection of my inner most perspectives and thoughts as I expose too much.

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Nowhere near perfect, never claimed to be

Just a small drop of honey in a sea of white tea

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It’s the way that every thing he is-

is right,

that makes me aware that everything that has been-

before,

was fucking ridiculous.

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The Essence of You

It’s one thing to love, but it’s different to feel it’s presence, delicately hovering still but barreling towards you incessantly, and it has an aroma, of your body and my body, waiting to be fought for, pressed tirelessly against you, giggling at the sight of you, swooping you up and wrapping it’s legs around you. As distance can remain vast, and arms ache from stretching out, with long nights just waiting for the day to come, telling and hearing of love. Meaning it even if you don’t understand it.

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Unicorns Unite.

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“Lust”

To test it’s depths I find a must,

and although, at times, it’s stuffed full of fluff,

and you may feel, that most certainly, it can be hard to trust,

and you may notice, that most always, it can later create disgust,

through the dirty, dancing, whirlwind of it’s proverbial dust-

is Lust.

O but you try, and you try, and you aim, you shoot to adjust,

to the way that it creates something confusing is us,

and how it perpetuates this tickling emotional ruckuss,

later understanding that as the part that’s so unjust,

after making us feel vile and harboring the need just-to-cuss!-

all because of Lust.

Although, I admit, to the eye it seems quite vivacious,

keeping your mind and your heart totally excitedly anxious,

while your opinions to defend it become somewhat boisterous,

but you must proceed with caution, learn to evaluate, discuss,

before you, like a time bomb, spontaneously explode and combust-

all in the name of Lust.

It’s then you may notice that you’ve exposed quite a bluff,

that’s creating internal confusion and a brutal ego scuff,

because, you see, it’s really quite jagged and rough,

seeming so soft, but being two-faced waiting to call your bluff,

and we all know in the end that it’s simply never enough-

simply choosing Lust.

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A secret smile.

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Hello,

You’re a Queen.

Don’t be sad,

Don’t live inside a dream,

Don’t be a quiet riot,

Scream, shout! Be seen!

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“Addicted Days”

Cannot tame your addiction, your thirst for the grave, while you guzzle the bitter, that poison can’t save.

Feeling numb for the moment, you lose all control, and the end comes no matter, to swallow you whole.

Can't erase what’s been done, nor roll back the time, though your reasons seem worthy, it's all out of rhyme.

What you seek is to run, just to hide for a day, a flooding within you, to wash it away.

Fighting daily to rise, just to breathe something new, looking over your shoulder, the past comes for you.

To embrace a sober moment, to let it all in, would be heaven inside, if you'd only begin.

There's no pill that can cure you, no bottle enough, to be all that you need, when the going gets tough.

It's your soul you’re killing, while drowning in sorrow, so try facing today, lest you waste your tomorrow.

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There comes a time when words fall into a stumbling blabber and I love you is not enough. When the sticky beer bottles spilling out of the recycling bin are attracting flies and your blacked out body on the porch is distressing and your toxic kisses are making me nauseous and crying next to you in the middle of the night has devoured me. When the liquor squirting through your teeth and onto my heart makes what you’re saying linger with a stench of me no longer having the energy to believe that your I love you’s ever meant anything.

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“Frozen Love”

I met you and you became my January.

Your embrace and conscience was cold,

I would lay alone and hibernate,

while the winter took everything away.

All is gone now but ice,

murderous daggers falling,

and barreling avalanches,

and I shelter myself from the snow.

Now how in my chest can I warm another,

with all from you that’s frozen me?

How ever will I melt for him?

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“My Happiness”

I watched my happiness skip in front of me, without a care in the world, lovely, dressed in bright white and yellow, daisies in her hair, the train of her dress in slow motion, dancing against the air.

That’s how I saw my happiness, bringing together the days, once apart, holding hands with the trees, skipping away, nothing more gorgeous and wild, than seeing her that way.

Then, violent storms brought turmoil, daisies ripped and petals soiled, her dress went flying, twisting through the air, chocking around her neck, fearfully, she found herself vulnerable, bare.

But just as the storm came, it passed, my happiness, again, surpassed, as I've seen before, she began to skip, gathering her garments and glory, always remaining courageously equipped.

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“Regenerate”

Surely she won’t experience an eternity of this,

being shoved into reckoning, ignited

under sweltering spotlight where we set her a’blaze.

Others hoping to catch a bit of her comfort,

blanketed by her silk pale skin,

hooked in like an IV, absorbing mercy from her soul.

She cripples away, drained, 

abandoned by the light of the day,

tormented by the snicker of the darkness,

snuffed by the street lights.

Hours in rest she hears faint, kind whispers from the stars,

catching a glimpse of her own delicate breath,

against the charcoal sky, 

before it dances away into the gentle wind.

Eventually, she reclaims herself again,

rediscovering possessions, the zest in her essence,

where vitality leaps right out of her chest,

and rejoices! 

A regeneration within.

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“Near You”

Forgive me in my folly.

Wrenched hands that drew daggers,

just to wreck you.

I’ve woken today to find my lover,

in a cold icy death,

below my blistered lips.

I will stand above him sweltering,

dripping an inferno, hot,

until the frozen shell has shattered, 

cradling him back to life.

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leisurely pursuits

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highest form of a compliment

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Hell is crying at 3 a.m., in bed, without you.

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Go into yourself

into the hushed corners

answer the noisy knocking

find out the reasons that command you to be

revel in the Universe

that resides in your mind

in your hands

in everything and everywhere.

Ask yourself

in the most silent hour of the night

who am I?

why must I-

exist.

Expand your solitude

live in the twilight of your curiosity

the treasure house of your memories

in heartfelt, silent, humble serenity.