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 Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 10:54 pm
random write anyone?
debilitated transcendence
coursing corroded
displaced fragments of "meant to be"
and the misunderstood chaos of the "is"
as she tapers her soul to the dreams of her skin
concentric motion streamed lined in spontaneous imperfection
she is born to the unraveling and re-raveling of her soulistic is.
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 6:27 pm
"Do you... often hurt youself?" he asked, bemused. I rolled my eyes, trying to shift my weight to my left ankle, praying that the sprain wasn't as bad as I thought it was. Sighing, he lifted my leg and applied a bag of ice.
"You need a keeper, you know that, right?" His eyes were serious. "I think you need someone to look after you. How about my brother? He's got a nice house, a good bunch of kids, you know."
And then I slapped him.
((Well, that's not coherant, but whatever.))
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 8:20 am
Here in my dreams shadows lurk towards the beam of light where I dance.
They snicker and sneer trying to put me down to a place of dispair.
I do not listen for the light where I dance is like a 80 foot wall.
I haven't defeated my shadows, not yet, they are still there.
But I have learned to get the best of them...
By dancing in the sky made of diamonds and jewles.
please excuse my spelling i'm very bad at it...
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 11:21 am
when we fall like this
every time it reminds me
of what it was to dance on ice
with too much fire
in the fractures in between
in the shape of a softer nightmare
the night taught me what it was to dance
while i am dying,
giving way to the new beginning
a life growing in the breaking
a beauty meant for every edge of the end
when we fall like this
it reminds me of dancing
and the illusion of breaking.
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 6:50 am
Love has no 'why'. Asking one why they love someone is like asking why the sky is soft or the ground is hard. Sometimes 'why' just doesn't apply. Sue, there are things you love about someone. But, do these things really make you love them?
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 2:50 pm
What If
If I told you would you run?
If I said all that's on my mind
Would you still think I'm the one?
Would you leave me, would you go?
I know that I would still love you,
Would you love me? I just don't know.
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