Noirllyn

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Custom Sweetness by Noirllyn, literature

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Custom Sweetness

That which you say, so sweet to a woman, Is sour when said to more than one. I'd rather have lightbulb eyes and lace lips, If every other girl is silken and sun. And even if you can't think of something witty, I'd prefer to be the only one you call "pretty", The only one you can stare at forever, The only one you love and... huminuhhhh huh... I'd rather be fair at best, and made better with thoughtfulness, I'd rather have hay and twig hair and stoney eyes, Than to be another girl "birthed of the sky", I'd rather be the only one, the only one, this plain, Than to be miraculous, and still, just the same. I'd rather have sleepy bedr

Museum of Human Nature by Noirllyn, literature

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Museum of Human Nature

The old masters, they knew some things, But of this statement, they were wrong. You must lead life to lust for you, As surely and ravenously as you long for it. It is not simply enough to seize the day, The day must in turn grab and tear at your flesh, Begging for a taste of your humanity. Time holds no secrets unless man whispers to him. The fruit was full of seed even before it met the lips of Eve, Full of seed covered in tender and covetous flesh, Slowly ripening, waiting to fall from the tree, To be sucked into the soil and eaten. Time will not be good to you as a mere captive, Time will not extend through your ravishings and

Nothing by Noirllyn, literature

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Nothing

It's hard to be a nothing, In a place as small as this, Because everyone sees the nothing, And that destroys what it is, They always see the nothing, So they need to give it a name, So then it's no longer a nothing, But not a something, just the same. You can't be a shadow on the wall, Because there are no shadows here, You can't be swept under the rug, Or into the watch's gear, You can't be a nothing in a place like this, Where the nothings are always seen, They'll give you a name, and they'll give you a place, And they'll know just what you mean. You can't cry alone in your room, Because the walls have ears and mouths, You

You'll Be My Sunshine... by Noirllyn, literature

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You'll Be My Sunshine...

Do not change your life in the hope that I will love you, For I am young, like you, and my love will change in time. Do not change your mind in the hope that it will match mine, For I am energetic, and my mind will change in time. Do not change yourself, Do not become a boy, For it's not until she sees a man, That a woman knows her joy, It's not until she sees the sun, That a flower is in full bloom, And though she may disgrace the man, She will love him soon. Do not change your ways in the hope that I will love you, Do not count the days until I am yours, Do not count anything other than your blessings, And only recognize what

Thirty and Nine Cents Short by Noirllyn, literature

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Thirty and Nine Cents Short

I put our love in an envelope, Never thought I'd be able to cope, 'Til you opened it up, And saw what was inside. And it meant nothing to you, Wasn't worth the cost of shipping, And it meant nothing to you, Wasn't worth the tears I cried. Sometimes love gets lost in the mail, But it lives on, through snow and hail, Yet still, our hearts can't help, but tender, When we're met with failed returns to sender. I'm sure you sent some love back for me, But your hand writing is messy, hard to see, The postal workers couldn't make it out... But when it

Modern Romance by Noirllyn, literature

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Modern Romance

Romance is when, He gives you a picture of a flower, Taped to a pipe cleaner, Because none that the florist had, Were lovely enough for you. Romance is when, You play "The Game of LIFE", And he keeps moving your pegs, Into his car. Romance is when, He stares in your eyes, For ten minutes at a time, And then mutters something about hunger. Romance is when, Is where, is how, Love happens. And love is when, The way he romances you, Is proof enough, That it's love.

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Treachery by Noirllyn, literature

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Treachery

At the gates of Eden, One sees a desolate place, For many who once made their home, Have now left or turned their face, But when one looks more closely, The roses do not despair, The simple fact that things are gone, Is not of what they care, A weed, so insignificant, Does not flower, does not fruit, The blessingless, the meritless, Eden's nature does pollute, So though this garden seems bare, With but a few glistening buds, The roots shall sprawl, And vines shall crawl, Into the areas from which weeds scud. And even before this shift, Much sun shines upon this abode, Yet, the darkest clouds will laugh out loud, Where the

Here. by Noirllyn, literature

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Here.

Join me here, where the kiss of the arctic, Frosts the sheets of our nuptial bed, Where man breathes silver, And women sweat crystals, Join me. Be with me here, where our skin is chilled, Where snow colored hills ripple upon our arms, Where man breathes silver, And women sweat crystals, Be with me. Come to me here, where the sun sleeps for years, Where it is unnatural to be awake in the day, Where man breathes silver, And women sweat crystals, Come to me. Leave me here, where solitude is common, Where the only voice is my own, Where man breathes silver, And women sweat crystals, Leave me. Leave me here, alone. Leave me.

Promise by Noirllyn, literature

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Promise

We step into the forest, hand in hand, mind and mind, You lay your sword on the ground, I have forgotten mine, And in your hand, mine moves, and now, I hold the sword, And as your lady you train me, to fight for blood and Lord. Like a dancer, the grace I have, when these blades I hold, I hold them for you, waiting, 'til my corpse and the metal are cold. You thrust your weight into my body, giving me your might, You train me well with these blades, with the wish that I'll never fight. We step into the forest, heart in heart, hand in hand, Now you carry an axe, for me to understand, And now into these blades, our energy is poured, I

To My Lord And Keeper by Noirllyn, literature

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To My Lord And Keeper

when I smell your flesh beneath my nails on my clothes, through your cologne when you aren't there where you've never been then and there is love when I taste your teeth on the tip of my tongue my own blood my own flavor when I taste your passion between my cheeks I taste my future I taste forever it tastes like love when I feel your skin below my fingers your every curve your depths and shallows when I grope the stubble on your chin I feel justice

Mistake by Noirllyn, literature

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Mistake

Leafy green sunshine, kissing your neck, Brown-eyed skies, the world is a wreck, Rivers run black, and blood runs blue, You gave up the heavens to have them with you, You gave up the heavens to have them in you. Chirping birds have gone their way, Everything has gone away, Little hearts are left heartbroken, Every heart will break, Summer's sun has shone herself out, Things all die, Every heart will break. Your life Your love Your liberty (Mistake) Things all die, every heart will b r e a k .

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Current Residence: Space
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Personal Quote: Love without a counterpoint is no love at all.

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Noirllyn

Mar 15, 2007

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I have very few favorite things, yet there are fewer things I do not love. If I added a piece, or many pieces of yours, to my "favorites" list, don't feel as if the other hundreds of pieces there make your talent any less noteable when I see it.  I respect all things beautiful, and all things are beautiful in their own way.  If I have added your piece as a favorite, it means that I have recognized the way in which your piece is beautiful and it has astounded me.  Trust me, I have seen thousands upon thousands of units of "art" on this site that I consider a waste of pixels.  I'm sure that crap is lovely to someone. Either that, or your piec