Suspension poem by Caroline Tiss

Suspension

It never was the sort of thing that caused the bough to break,

As I bleed she watches me with her pure heart,

Here I am, the weighted end of the scale of justice,

Staring at my virtuous sun,

Her gaze pities me,

What good is pity if my river is red with blood from my heart,

Sympathy will not save you,

So it is not a virtue,

Do not patronize me with your ivory,

I do not regret a thing.

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Deceit poem by Caroline Tiss

Deceit To claim that you "cannot deny" is false. People can deny anything they want, and they continue to. You could deny yourself into an absolute and utter lie, You deny yourself into deceit and I will not be there to catch you if you fall, A wolf in sheep's clothing is much worse than no wolf at all.

Witch's World by Caroline Tiss

Witch's World I gaze into glass, like a ship on a misty night Let me dance on drops of morning dew one balmy day in June, I love the romance of it all, I am the crashing of thunder, I am the quaking of the earth as stampedes of stallions run by Ireland's horizon, I believe, I hope, I dream I am the lonely London fog, I am quiet in the twilight. The day has just begun. Aurora, Aurora, Aurora, my love.

Venusian Myths - Caroline Tiss

Venusian Myths Beauty is not true, Beauty is not definable, To be aware of symmetry and color is all that you need, You can bejewel the night sky as Nyx has done, and the sight is astonishing, As long as the sun and moon shall endure in perfect peace and harmony, So shall the world reflect the sentiments of tranquility, Beauty is in the wild unknown.

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