Quoted in the Grove:
Bring in the bottled lightning, a clean tumbler, and a corkscrew.
~Charles Dickens
It came like magic in a pint bottle; it was not ecstasy but it was comfort.
~Charles Dickens
Sometimes too much to drink is barely enough.
~Mark Twain
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Posted from the Grove:
Cinderella takes on Belle from Beauty and the Beast in this Princess Rap Battle. Words cut like saber slashes, leave no blood
https://youtu.be/VeZXQf77hhk
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Prewritten for Thurs (03/19) @6pm PT/9 ET is: sordid, sacred
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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:
~Piffin: “Moon-Sized Moon”
There was a moon-sized moon gold balloon sparkle winter love
A train on the L, metal meteor cast
Me below in my boots, payday loot in my driving glove
With spectral white breath pulling me sidewalk fast
As I searched for a way to say, “Hey, I belong to you.”
A way to express all my best behavior
Through Chinatown snow, chopsticks, origami zoo
Chapstick lips
Wetly
Whisper
“Savior”
There was a blue-green plaid shirted guy in the jewelry store
The evening I captured heaven on a chain
Gold-plated curved heart cathedral door
It’s all in a name
I’m all in your name
I’m all in
Your name on a chain on my skin
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Prewritten: volcanic, suffocate, tiptoe, calibrate
~Greymane: Sacrifice
There once was a chief near the Barrier Reef
in charge of the natives at hand
He found some relief they all shared his belief
that their spirits were part of the land
They got down on their knees and they tried to appease
the god of the mountain of fire
He ignited the breeze with a volcanic sneeze
extinguishing all they desire
The chief sat alone on his coconut throne
as he offered his fearful advice
He said he was shown that the way to atone
was to offer a dark sacrifice
With virgins in rows where the lava light glows
they picked the one showing less fright
Nobody knows why the girl that they chose
tiptoed away in the night
They thought it a sign when the next girl in line
slept with the chief’s only son
A third would decline to inhabit the shrine
and so it went ’til there were none
The village afraid with no virgins to trade,
their destiny finally arrived
The god now betrayed let his wrath be displayed
assuring that no one survived
The volcano burst, inflicting its worst,
seasoned with sulfur and ash
Quenching its thirst as the island submersed
without a discernible splash
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~Piffin: “Dosage”
Aural
The exultation
Floral
The pheromones
Immoral
This elation
This vibration in my bones
Dark souls parade and quiver
Black boots keep time beneath
While vodka flows, a river
Past the pills between my teeth
I calibrate the dosage
To suffocate my mind
To open up my third eye
While I drink my body blind
You trip through my periphery
You tiptoe into view
You’re everything I want to be
I leave with you
I leave with you
You
Kiss me
In the taxi
Touch me
In the rain
Take me
To your feathered world
Of peace and perfect pain
Wake me
Volcanic
Take me
I’m yours
Make me
On the frantic moth dance
Shadow of your shores
Lead me to your darkness
With smile and leather glove
I’ll pretend I trust you
But I won’t pretend it’s love
I’ll calibrate the dosage
So my heart won’t trail me in
I calibrate the dosage
When I sin
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~BarTalk: Flounder Milquetoast
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Impromptu: twilight, chariot
~Piffin: haiku
Horseless chariot
Crows squabble on tattered cloth
Twilight on empire
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~Odin: untitled
Seeking a destination I know not where
carried always by an eight-legged chariot without a care.
Always traveling from here to there
discovering wonder that can lay men bare.
Truth will always maintain status quo
but lies can be the liberator’s blow.
Fury is the secret that will always show
what lies beneath encouraged to grow.
Twilight will be upon us one day
but refusing to live is never the way.
Live each moment well, and stay
with those you love, avoid the fray.
In the infant’s bellowing cry we hear
that which is our greatest fear.
Rejoice, and be of good cheer
lest I take you with my spear!
Always hidden is the good plunder,
that can bless you or tear you asunder.
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~Greymane: Confessions
She climbed on her chariot gilded with tears
and tried to escape from the weight of her years
While riding temptation from twilight ’til dawn
it shook her so hard she could barely hold on
Through a thundering tempest that rose from her soul
and confessions of weakness that swallowed her whole
She journeyed through darkness that left her alone
Searching for comfort that chills to the bone
Her storm calling lonely but dancing with grace
silently wrapped her in winter’s embrace
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~whitefeather: haiku
Chariot of stars
Glowing moon carves a crescent
Twilight paints the night
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~Jessalee: haiku
his death met softly
a chariot back to dark
at home in twilight
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~BarTalk: ride the sun
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