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You guys are all awesome, as usual... and again, I'm currently hanging out at [link]this-epiphany is my new account name.
once again, thank you... many, many times over!
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The places we almost went.Lover, I wanted to go everywhere with you, tie our kite strings to the nearest boat and let it drag us to the other side. I wanted to kiss you in Paris. I wanted the acoustics of the sky over Amsterdam cupped in my hands, to pour it over you whileThe places we almost went.
you slept and to lick the northern lights from the corners of your eyes.
I wanted to build forts in our bedroom and call it paradise. I wanted to hunt wild animals under the covers. I wanted Africa's heat in the middle of December, and
a plane ticket to Russia when I was ready for the cold, an extra pair of mittens and
by ~sweet-lyrical
I'm settled here...tonight is the echo of a sunset and the shelter I built for myself from the rain. the sky was orange and I hate that colour and I hate the way this feels but I never hated you.I'm settled here...
honey you made everything beautiful, except for the monsoon knocking at my door, the one
they'll give a name to one day and sigh
for everything they lost. I know a thing or two about losing. oh do I ever.
but not tonight. tonight's just
an echo of that feeling. the feeling of standing with feet planted firmly on something real. the feeling of being safe from the storm until the &nb
by ~sweet-lyrical
what's left when...i. it ends without a single shot, all our weapons long retired and bitter words saved for later. we're in bed together for the last time with nothing left to fight and nothing left to fight for, nothing left to do but love each other quietly for just a minute longer.what's left when...
our hearts are one of many things we lost along the way.
ii. it ends quietly, the latch on the door catching like it always does and you slipping on the hardwood floor with your shoes in hand. that was me spilt sloppily on the floor, love leaking out of the wounds in my chest where you re
by ~sweet-lyrical
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Poems that aren't about youPoems that aren't about you (but everything around you)Poems that aren't about you
i. The light refracts and fractures, splitting itself between white lines (the lies resounding, broken paper-planes, quiet things) before it condemns itself back against a spattered wall.
ii. Color is a way of overlooking the differences between white, black, and a world of gray.
Blood turns red, blue, red and spends its day racing around a colorblind world.
iii. One red carriage torn to shreds, can't hear the babe, but I can
by *vespera
A Short, Endless Biography...A Short, Endless Biography of TushiA Short, Endless Biography...
Tushi was a cat who could have been an ocean.
She could have been other things as well like – a blanket that smelled of warmth, a puddle in your green yards, a broken wristwatch, a collage of photographs never taken together, a pair of socks or even, a grey, cloudy afternoon.
But she must’ve been destined to be an ocean. It’s unquestionable.
Tushi wasn’t always a cat. Before becoming a cat, she had been a balloon. Red with yellow-freckles. Hydrogen filled. After the kid had left the string that connected the b
by =clownscape
Love Poem..Love Poem
last night I made a man out of pillows and forgotten fragments of clothes we’d pushed into my drawers. I held my pillow-man’s hand and made sure he wasn’t too warm because it is summer; I’m on the second floor; and that was always your biggest complaint.
this morning I tried to shower but would turn off the water and run like a soapy dog, complete with loyal tail wagging, to the door thinking you’d come knocking. You hadn’t.
tomorrow will taste like the food of a week ago and I’ll wear sunglasses, whi
by ~WhoKilledKirov
cardinals and brown hair.aaron, i want to tell you about the red-haired boy i saw standing in the rain.cardinals and brown hair.
while the other students ran to class, he paused and stared into the trees and i paused and stared at him and we might have smiled.
i want to tell you about the cardinal that we were pausing for, and how the red of its wingtip matched the colour of my scarf--
but i know if i pick up the phone and tell you about my cardinal and my red-haired boy and my rain, you will sigh and reminisce and tell me that "isn't that nice," and "yes, it's raining here too," and, "i always
by *estallidos
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Victoria, BC.
- Interests: Poetry, music, photography, travel, food and wine.
- Favourite movie: Ever After, Casino Royale, Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind.
- Favourite band or musician: Coldplay, Keane, Goo Goo Dolls, Dave Matthews, Frightened Rabbit, Taylor Swift.
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative, Rock, Country.
- Favourite poet or writer: Richard Siken.
- Favourite style of art: Black and white, street life, pictures of foreign places.
- Operating System: Mac Leopard.
- MP3 player of choice: iTunes.
- Favourite game: FF12, Prince of Persia, 007.
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2, XBox.
- Favourite cartoon character: Grumpy Bear.
- Personal Quote: The more I live, the more I think that two people together is a miracle.
- Tools of the Trade: Magnetic poetry and a lot of heartache.
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get a book out there,
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Thanks!
It's all so incredible, you should.
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once upon a time, people believe that bear cubs
were born without shape, and were licked
into shape by their mothers. isn't that beautiful?
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We're all pawns, my dear.
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"Nobody will ever win the battle of the sexes ... there's too much fraternizing with the enemy" (Henry Kissinger)
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once upon a time, people believe that bear cubs
were born without shape, and were licked
into shape by their mothers. isn't that beautiful?
I wish I could say more than that but I'm kind of speechless
Also, grats on the DD
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once upon a time, people believe that bear cubs
were born without shape, and were licked
into shape by their mothers. isn't that beautiful?
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