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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:thenymphridesout.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/</id><title>The Nymph Rides Out</title><link rel="self" href="http://thenymphridesout.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://TheNymphRidesOut.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-09T21:16:39+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:thenymphridesout.blog.co.uk,2008-03-28:/2008/03/28/tempest-you-us-3958858/</id><title>Tempest-You-Us</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://TheNymphRidesOut.blog.co.uk/2008/03/28/tempest-you-us-3958858/"/><author><name>TheNymph</name></author><published>2008-03-28T20:04:14+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:04:14+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I laugh, in absolute terms&lt;br&gt;
No grim half smile measures here&lt;br&gt;
The screaming raucous banshee laugh&lt;br&gt;
Of warrioress sisters, mercifully free.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This plate is empty, like recent sentiments&lt;br&gt;
Hungry adjectives, delusions swallowing&lt;br&gt;
All but the rising dust of farewells feet&lt;br&gt;
Yet I remain, still just a thought, dangling in love’s sea.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I pass the time, polishing&lt;br&gt;
The mirrored emptiness of platitudes&lt;br&gt;
Marvelling at just how far ‘out of’ is in falling&lt;br&gt;
While romancing the shadows; dreams coldly sing.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This dance is a tempest&lt;br&gt;
Blowing indifference on the tides&lt;br&gt;
But I was your muse, your friend and lover&lt;br&gt;
Long before I became the thorn in your side.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://TheNymphRidesOut.blog.co.uk/2008/03/28/tempest-you-us-3958858/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:thenymphridesout.blog.co.uk,2008-03-27:/2008/03/27/caustic-3953210/</id><title>Caustic</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://TheNymphRidesOut.blog.co.uk/2008/03/27/caustic-3953210/"/><author><name>TheNymph</name></author><published>2008-03-27T22:17:18+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:17:18+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;caustic as my dreams of late&lt;br&gt;
as your untrue whistling into my fearsome silence&lt;br&gt;
as the steady erosion of last year's providence&lt;br&gt;
as the death i will not now witness&lt;br&gt;
despite my willingness, yes even despite that.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;angry as the thoughts that now invade&lt;br&gt;
my sleep, my frustrated breath, my nothingness&lt;br&gt;
the rage of powerlessness&lt;br&gt;
the vandals need to pull something down&lt;br&gt;
frustrated, small, castrated song.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;tired as the relentless break&lt;br&gt;
of empty solutions upon my mind&lt;br&gt;
is it, was it ever my mind?&lt;br&gt;
the rabid consumption of my willingness&lt;br&gt;
conformity, your cruel weight is just too strong.
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