OWL by Antigone
For what does the OWL want? Quote the Raven.
"I can see into many things using the Virgin Line," echoed Hestia, goddess of Virginity.
"But to perhaps some reason, I cannot see into YOU, dear Vestal Virgin named Shelina Denise... – by shelina denise chapman | 8 Views added 7 months ago
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He looked over at Me, the goddess of Divine Light, once again
Once again, he looked over at me, laughing vigorously.
The blood which is spilled of the innocent family in his dreams echoes me to an even HIGHER power.
I laugh.
I am amused.
He is... – by shelina denise chapman | 2 Views added 10 months ago
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A picture comes to mind as the Blackest raven calls himself a White Man; he feathers himself with the Crow ascending beginning again with him.
They quarrel calling their fecal fuselage a lingering thread. What walked here, walks...
His beak into... – by shelina denise chapman | 1 View added 10 months ago
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Carlon Roosevelt Shields is my grandfather.
He once lived with my grandmother until his death in 2017.
I remember him being there sitting on his favorite sofa watching the North Carolina Panthers play professional football with a Colt 45 in hand... – by Shelina Chapman | 0 Views added 11 months ago
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I have died another, shrilling, shrieking Death tonight
I just died into the Amrs of the one I love most
His arms weep; mine o' mine's tremble
of lust and of a love that shall never awaken nor be
Into the arms of the one that loves you, he said
... – by shelinachapman@gmail.com | 3 Views added 11 months ago
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The flight of the ceiling
A pregnant image eludes me
Odin continues to dawn from his Final Fantasy realm steering me to
call upon him
my brown skin, though loose and frail, is a skeptic
I have no lingering thread around me
I continue to... – by shelina denise chapman | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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DEATH IS death, the luminous
angel, Neigh,
the glorious falcon furor phoenix flame,
glorious 'neath the Skies.
Harvesting the Moon of Doctrine, harvesting the moon of May,
leaving a Cassandra, leaving a dorock
leaving a kaleidoscope of awe... – by shelina denise chapman | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Declaring war can heal you-- Why? How...?
by sealing Fate and translucent sounds that echo and reap towards the ground
declaring war can heal you-- as is the Ass-Ram Fate, who says War in lipatours,
who wages war with Fate
Time knows no bounds... – by shelina denise chapman | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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The trouble with being married is that you give up your virginity
or so I've feared
my first kiss be on the Cross of Wisdom
my first kingdom being Sodom and Gomorrah
my first echo being an adromitive.
I wear a white dress revealed in white... – by shelina denise chapman | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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captivating, sizzling-- where art thou, nizzling?
Currently current, upscaled, listening
A list of Poems, list into the Twilight
constantly vain, uproaring-- uprooting the Night.
Listen to me, well, oh, fellow dealers
for Transylvania howls... – by shelina denise chapman | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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Why should I play "God"?
That feeling came back-- the shrill sound of battle...
The spirit of David Bowie comes to me again planning to
take over the State of Virginia and then the world of all Jacob
Jerimiyah's children of Jerusalem, US, the... – by shelina denise chapman | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Living without a Jesus
I have left the Church of man, as I wear my shirt and
mini-skirts
my head teams to my same human form
of myself and other woman's pleasures--
ah, the cradles of being the world's first Virgin Man
have I but been but... – by shelina denise chapman | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Creating a Balance
Creatures big and small come here-- creating balance;
a blasphemy by most but a parallel by others.
Where Damien, the Antichrist, roams afoot and seals his Fates
asunder.
I am his Virgin Mary, the woman that bore him.
... – by shelina denise chapman | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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The forest, Woglinde
He branched-- himself
and gave only a winter's notion
of all the happiness he felt blindly noted.
His arms stretched neigh deep and nigh
hurried over here! he'd warn 'em,
the Devil's if he'd... – by shelina denise chapman | 1 View added 1 year ago
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When a Woman is a Lesbian-Man
What if a woman were a lesbian? Easy to say they'd be homosexual.
I begin to cram what little information I could get about myself into the Dora the Explorer t-shirt I... – by shelina denise chapman | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Black Articulation
From the moment I stand up, I felt him, this black articulation
as a piercing wind that promises and pleases, but never gives a damn
about the... – by shelina denise chapman | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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The ever-thought is the innocence demanding
that the Devil within me continues to be reprimanding.
Continues to fight for all the right reasons?
Bah. I have no shoulder, but for all the RIGHT reasons.
I moon with EVANESCENCE songs just like I'm... – by shelina denise chapman | 1 View added 1 year ago
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Magnificient
Magnificent feet, magnificent features
blond hair, pacific blue, sparkling eyes, White features--
deranged, dorock, abstinent: these words describe me.
A malevolent boy trapped in a woman's body--seamless, elusive...
I can't help... – by shelina denise chapman | 1 View added 1 year ago
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As little as I've known my heart
I Pathe the world in gleaming
what writers me a thoughtful heart lies
awakening for me in dreams?
By now, I've known all those horrible horrors
that folk scores have brought for me
as I gaze alive into the... – by shelina denise chapman | 1 View added 1 year ago
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Sun rises, Sunset
sunrise, Sunset
wherever you go.
It becomes a shrill hope
outgrowing among the sourly
depicted prospects of our reality.
Sun rises, dust falls
over the Vampire glaive.
The Vampiress fills her heart with
delight, just... – by shelina denise chapman | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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goes on-- behind those shrill, gentle mornings?
A gustful wind of echoing voice trembling the soft, pale, florescent furs of skin on Daphne's face
what goes on-- behind those shrill, gentle mornings?
another look at Death, you see? Hmm?... – by Shelina Chapman | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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It is said the gods of Mt. Olympus ate nectar and ambrosia to become immortal as their food
I am their food1
A succulent, virgin suicide masterminding their own restoration as the Devil from the Bible and her accomplice of Devil May Cry 3: Dante's... – by Shelina Chapman | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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A mystic tune
For let it ring outlet in still, Belldandy
a shrill thought of flurry way up high
I wear my garner, velvet briefs upon the night sky
and I sing to to you
I fly...
Let the goddess of the Roses reign down in Heaven
from... – by shelina denise chapman | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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Her Herculian power is to dream and imagine things-- just LIKE simple things, she tethers and toters in the realm of her own Mind.
The dream is so vividly absolute, it is the Elysian Olympian food of Aphrodite, Goddess of Beauty, her husband,... – by shelina denise chapman | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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the shores from which I've come
and English man rented a pony
his curd was black, his hair was white, and his skin
jeopardized his felony
I've toured the world for business to barmalla, enlisting you into the darkness of Vahalla, and surged... – by Shelina Chapman | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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more beautiful than Aphrodite, my reincarnation, Miya Uyoniprincess daughter of the Tian monarchy leader Ourunus Maximus Seto Kaiba-- Kronus MacCarthy.
Another steering premonition...
Another steering promotion?
Rei Ayanami KNOWS me. She knows... – by shelina denise chapman | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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Prometheus is a trickster, and yet I, the Devil am but a small child rearing the world o'er my head.
His thoughts were rearing an Angelic revenue as he streamed the false prophecies I had created in order to create a certain Antigone to the Game.
... – by shelina denise chapman | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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There is no light on Earth--no,--no, light, indeed
(cuts fingers on the edge of a bladed, black sheathed katana)
I feel the essence still running me-- thru me, around me.
There are no innocent merchants here.
(I lick the blade's blood as it... – by shelina denise chapman | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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There are times
when looking into your arms continue to dwell with me.
My body aches a distance as clear and as vacant as a memory.
Sometimes your song is a soloed soul prepared for all the words and dreams I've mentioned. It is as if I have... – by shelina denise chapman | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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The contest.
A very limited lure of features begins to loom and lust here.
Sudden rasps of the will o' wisp feature them.
How? It is Shion Uzuki of Xenosaga!
Who am I? I am but the one and only KOS-MOS.
No one may fathom us. NO one fathoms us.... – by shelinachapman@gmail.com | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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It began with a solemn gesture, a namesake, but soon the Twilight began to surmount her. I, Princess Garnet of Alexandria of Final Fantasy IX, look like Bella Swan of Twilight merged into the yellow, Final Fantasy Costume worn by the princess of... – by Shelina Chapman | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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My father's words
My father's words are the opposite of me.
a virgin Mary with an epiphany
It and he ramble throughout the changing times of space
as though there were no either sargasso ninja turtle base.
they ebony of his eyes... – by Shelina Chapman | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Put up your dukes, roared the rhyme reaper
His name was Ragtimer of the Final Fantasy World and me? I will be his Reaper!
He marches to and fro carrying a dream in his heart, but is he ill-spoken? Nay, 'fraid not!
Fancy-do-hikes, guard my way!... – by shelina denise chapman | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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He stood on neither ground, walking the dead.
His good pistol, Peacemaker, began to bellow his emblem.
The vampire who once was locked away in the Shinra Mansion began to growl; he was a Beast in the Spirit and a dog in the saddle.
Minds rolled... – by shelina denise chapman | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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I hail Satan as the pillar of my heart; a cauldron of darkness flame, embrittled.
For what is He know but the emissary of the Flame upon my swollen heart, that a mere dandelion filtering the autumn Sun into a blaze?
Hail, my Imaginary prophet,... – by Shelina Chapman | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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Rae's light begins to shine ever so brightly as she swiftly dreams into the darkness of the night sky;
no other power can be ever so inviting than the loiter's realm of ANTI-GO-NINE;
Without reaching to receive her, the bottomless dreams echo with... – by Shelina Chapman | 1 View added 1 year ago
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Whether my heart bleeds, I give no fewer mention
Then the braves, tessellated fires of retribution deep obsessions.
What fires, echoes inside me turns swift shrill scintillating rows of teeth and tooth-horned vigilance brought down by winters'... – by shelina denise chapman | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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He said he didn't want to be Personified; that loathsome Pegathur; a sleek, silvery moon of a god that Diyonisis tormented on the steps of Bag's End of The Lord of the Rings, Middle Earth, Bagador.
He was a dragon of a god, and an esteemed Pagathur... – by shelina denise chapman | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Evanescence,
I picture the world around me
is pale and grim
A void of my scizhorprenic mind held by Odin,
waiting to pounce, waiting for me.
In his dreams I see him, goddess of imaginary light, I cry to thee. Whilst I listen to the classical... – by Shelina Chapman | 14 Views added 1 year ago
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One of the many Titans I've heard of
Recoome
takes the least
a Squalled Lionheart
fair and sleek
The DBZ character is one of the Nephilim,
for which I, the Virgin Mary, gave birth.
Oh, dearest me! The... – by Shelina Chapman | 1 View added 1 year ago
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My son, Frieza, the globe-trotting Nephilim
named himself Sisyphus
called himself, Nephilim.
His nerves are black and brainy as steel, the DBZ character with a shark0luttun feel
I'd no, for he was born from my womb that never bleeds; a beautiful... – by Shelina Chapman | 1 View added 1 year ago
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Love has no weapon's scorn, no Taliban to describe it. No Artemis Gorden heels, no nobility to describe it.
Love is a tapestry of odds and ends never failing nor fading; where
greek gods embrace your odds and ends in a world never fading.
Love... – by Shelina Chapman | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Love has no weapon's scorn, no Taliban to describe it. No Artemis Gorden heels, no nobility to describe it.
Love is a tapestry of odds and ends never failing nor fading; where
greek gods embrace your odds and ends in a world never fading.
Love... – by shelina chapman | 1 View added 1 year ago
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The pack, the power
the passion
of honesty--
to be truthful to yourself and of yourself first and foremost BEFORE anything and anyone else--
such meaningfulness spite restitution, other quarries, Well less of a god more than a man am I to say... – by shelina chapman | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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Renewal? Revisited?--
the Virgin Mary, mythos or myth?
stand alone complex of Rei Ayanami--
my latest diva, my latest gift.
Vir--GUN--? Hah. Unlikely. Like a pale horse's fecal fluid pouring; It was done stirring, eating, and unbinding.
He... – by shelina chapman | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Witchers! His spirit is binding.
Oh, how many cradles od dreaming have thou art been binding?
Ten? Twenty? (annoitioned gasp) One-hundred, thirty thousand!
The spirit of Alexander marks your grave. You keep a Bag-Hound named Frodo Baggins... – by Shelina Chapman | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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Au, the Sons of Saturn,
looking back down at me
inauspicious lots, calling--beckoning,
What fierce winds guide these deities
to look back down at me,
and keep swaying their incarnation words
which carry away like white, raven doves
upon... – by shelina chapman | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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I don't know what words I can say
the moon has a face
reflecting me
Flowers sleep, a silent lullaby,
I pray for a reply
I'm waiting.
Somewhere, the day calls me
oh, Serenity, someone, please
tell me, what is it that they say
maybe I'll... – by shelina chapman | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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K-R-U-S-S spells pussy
It's CROW pussy,
the legal and the... – by shelina denise chapman | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Catastrophe, thy name is mortal woman.
Hades, the Unseen ONE, by name and venture.
He called me Virgin Man--
NOW I'm virgin WOMAN!!!
THAT's how easy it is to fool... – by Shelina Chapman | 18 Views added 1 year ago
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Being able to hear and see evil...Hmm, I am "Melfina" codename: the kid in the red jacket by barbra block. I cherry, rosary lips against the craftmenship of my pen, for "I" am the Android Melfino. Hmpt, well excuse me...I think to my subscience... – by Shelina Chapman | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Sun rises, Sunset
sun rise, Sunset
whereever you go.
It becomes a shrill hope
out growing among the sourly
depicted prospects of our reality.
Sun rises, dust falls
over the Vampire glaive.
The Vampiress fills her heart with
delight,... – by Shelina Chapman | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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What time is left amongst the Dead?
His house is separated by the tree of Yggridril, the tree Sephiroth of Life.
It came to her a silly serpent tail, and laughed amongst the trees of yesteryear, to the trees of the Aries zodiac sign.
I have... – by Shelina Chapman | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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Squall Lionheart; the dream, the rectangular prism...Why does he spiral out of control with me?
Dear Diary, I am a lost voracious cloud of doctrine(s), and I pressed then angrily against an impatient knee.
Come here, and you'll find me! That's all... – by Shelina Denise Chapman | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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be or not to be, that is the question?
Or is it?
Many may TRY to emblem hope
by the by, hope is noting but the hype.
A hype shot of words, a pelvic of songs, sounds, and reiterations that inspire you. US.
Who and what are they, US? THEM? Hmm.
I... – by shelina denise chapman | 7 Views added 2 years ago
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