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Two second-language poems by Jinx-DB, literature

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Two second-language poems

"Perché, dolce metà della mia anima, mi perseguitano nell'ombra della notte? Tu vieni a me con il profumo dei gelsomini, dei gelsomini e Bergamotte; E quando tu mi lasci, Piango, e sono sfasci " "Why, sweetest half of my soul, do you haunt me in the shade of the night? You come to me with the fragrance of jasmine, of jasmine and bergamots; And when you leave me, I weep, and am broken." ******** "Dans mes rêves, j'ai vu un visage trop beau, parfait comme un mirage. Dans l'obscurité, je l'ai rencontré comme si par l'univers orchestré." "In my dreams, I saw a face too beautiful, perfect as a mirage. I

Beyond me by Jinx-DB, literature

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Wilderness by Jinx-DB, literature

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Wilderness

Let forty days of darkness fall that, wandering at the bottom of a bottle or wreathed in sweet, heavy smoke, I might imagine you staring back at me. I proffer my deeds to oblivion - blood and tears in the name of the void; search for some big sign in this big picture world made of the hollow bones of tiny, bright things. The bones sing but nobody hears. We sing but nobody hears. The walls are humming and the clocks are sliding backwards; but neither division nor unity matters, nor these measurements of man; for time is always time, and place is always and only place. Let them go - I sing to the wind, I, my secret self

Hysteria by Jinx-DB, literature

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Hysteria

I was aware of becoming involved in laughter, a sihouette spun by want and accidental shadows; I was drawn in by short gasps of misinterpreted mirth, not the object, never the object, just a symptom If the lady and gentleman...if the lady and gentleman ...wish to take their tea in the garden... ...then I will blanch innocuously cream upon the green-pink innocence of real-life, I will bow to unvoiced wishes and serve from the sidelines, Forgetting foolishness, pour too-hot tea, serve up Gwendoline's bread-and-butter-dreams polite corset knowledge that we are all in the gutter, but that she, she may look at the stars

Secret Garden by Jinx-DB, literature

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Secret Garden

I am cold, you tell me? It is because I am hiding in the garden. Right at the bottom, away from prying eyes I am winding a nest beneath the brambles. I will dig deep into the earth and out of sight. Alone with my breath, trying to un-hear the falling petals and rain which accompany the shrill humming of naked thoughts; I realise I do not know the words to this symphonic darkness. My tongue, searching, defaults to the asinine, clichéd lyrics; Moon... June... ...gone so soon. Am I numbed? It is because the thorns cut my skin, because even the safest place is not without its pain.

Solace by Jinx-DB, literature

Crossroads by Jinx-DB, literature

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Crossroads

So here I am again back at the cross, cross roads; the by-road, high-low- on-to-nowhere roads where they bury the unwanted so they won't find their way home. Back again, just another witch playing, paying with souls, solely soiled, heart of coals, out cast. I am not wicked, but well-masked-many-masked; who-do voodoo models, lately dancing in my hands stand lost again. Breaks broken, paths patterning to nowhere. Nowhere to go.

Once upon a time by Jinx-DB, literature

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Once upon a time

Once upon a time Tell me a story from long ago in a farawayland once known Tell me about a youngest sister and the handsome prince who, with a magic sword and perhaps Deus ex Machina, are stitched into a happy-ever-after by the third act. I want to hear about bold, flat heroes and a tangible, boo-hiss evil; I want to worry in the security that the good guys must survive for the sequel. See; villains rendered ridiculous, slapstick timing judged to deliver sweet dreams for all. Curtains swing sticky with candies and self-satisfaction. Screwing up my eyes I clap my hands, desperate to believe, but the fairies are gone now

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Two second-language poems by Jinx-DB, literature

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When it happend by Carenza, literature

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When it happend

When it happened, It happened in an instant Yet it stretched out across the years Colouring all my memories of you. Maybe I could do with some understanding, Acceptance could bring forgiveness, For what there is no need to forgive And no need to approve. Maybe the past does shadow us closely, And the inequity of time Has left me the fool, of reason, When reason will not Fill the cracks upon which I readily stumble; I could stand and face this But standing will not do. I thought it would be different But I suppose I saw it coming I thought I could move on But the feeling remains What I thought this would be, Well, may

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Anthology by Jinx-DB, literature

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Anthology

We built a paradise from paper and it was beautiful. Carefully we fashioned every little white leaf and smiling, drew out our fantasies large upon the walls. And then it rained. It started so gradually that I barely noticed. A corner curled, less brilliant than before; Droplets spotted secret daggers on the walls, And inks bled like so many tears until suddenly the walls were shifting, and I had to escape, get out. When will it end, this book of pages; my edited anthology of broken poets writing weeping dreams on fading walls? I flick restlessly through the sheets, finding only the same, empty question: When will I find p

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Sep 14, 1987
Netherlands
Deviant for 13 years
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"we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars" (Oscar Wilde)

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Carol Ann Duffy, Brian Pattern

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music (everything), sounds, words, cultural artifacts, natural things, movies, pictures,

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Feb 21, 2012

'C'est l'extase', they tell me...

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*****----> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3EJks7TNGM

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Feb 6, 2012

Les Fleurs and Satie's eccentricity :)

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Translating poetry is a very interesting method of discovering new ways to use language. The text of this very sweet and strangely innocent song, which I'm working on right now, is by J.P. Contamine de Latour, and was set to music by Eric Satie. You can find the song here: (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9W29vTwiixQ from minute 3.00) Les Fleurs Que j'aime à vous voir, belles fleurs À l'aube entr'ouvrir vos corolles Quand Iris vous fait de ses pleurs De transparentes auréoles vous savez seules dans nos coeurs évoquer une tendre image Et par vos suaves couleurs Vous nous partez un doux langage Aussi messagèr

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Feb 1, 2012

Of limericks and love songs...

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The wonderful SCFrankles wrote this limerick for me, and I had to share! There was a musician named Jinx Whose instrument had a few drinks. She found her recorder In shameless disorder. When she sees the piano, it winks. If you haven't read her stuff, hurry on over to her page here ---> http://scfrankles.deviantart.com/! She's really something special. ********* Perhaps I have space for one more poem here. This is a song by John Dowland (semper Dowland, semper dolens), and the text is a bit of a mishmash which was probably derived from a poem by John Donne. Apologies for the funky spelling... (song here ----> http://www.youtube.com/