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Tuesday, April 1, 2008

not clear

mountain rises above it can you see me tall on this tower? waiting, I am hiding behind this tree nervous, my stomach pouring out I open my book lost in this crazy world long arms I want you to comfort me please release the grasp your killing me taste my honey pain stop teasing my wounds this line I... Sign in to see full entry.

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a thought on...

When I was very young ( oh so long ago:)!!) we carpooled. We recycled, composted religously. Cars were turned off at stop lights (now some say this can do more harm). We walked, used bikes, buses and trains. I lived in Switzerland then. Now I look at my little sister at the same age. She does not... Sign in to see full entry.

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happy one for taps

maybe i am just iam just part of warm nights nature singing, crying peacful, dim nights white crisp clean blanket clear sky stars bright trees watching grass smelling flowers nourishing sleepy friends dreaming wondering were my wondering will take me Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 30, 2008

clear black

anger surrounds stress is king happiness are servants deceit is rich love is poor the queen is me for i can see you and me are no longer we you and me can no longer be we are not we like a to b i can not find z Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, March 29, 2008

marzipan

arms wide open let me welcome you this is a new life embrace it as yours for it is to keep yet please do not be fooled curiosities and dreams will never say their good byes the turtle still chases you creativity introduces himself lets be known we occupy the building Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 28, 2008

taste of pain

speckled dotted emptiness plotted molasses could make your heart burn your feelings churn mind starts to race finger tips out of pace confusion craziness no stranger to this very flavour Sign in to see full entry.

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begining

your stride lengthens your eyes fixed on mine I am minutes or hours away I have not been introduced to this yet lips kiss my back slowly reaching my neck hands on my hips your grasp so tight deep emotion our world no soul can reach no one can touch you never pass the line there is no need little... Sign in to see full entry.

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our hole

what gives you the right to lick the blood to taste it and laugh my heart open hands closed in a fist behind my back with a smile on my face as I see the fire in your eyes I too have to laugh I can be cruel and I will be with my arms around he he is a part of my grasp he pulls hard harder away this... Sign in to see full entry.

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childhood simplicity

do you know what it is when you hear click and pop liquid meeting solid rising bubbles very excited to calm them pour slow your nose tickles i am 31 today but at this moment iam 8 sitting by a lake Sign in to see full entry.

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i am clear

A twist in your smile like nervous branches shake in the wind this sprawls and pushes down through earth and appears somewhere foreign a new ray of light a freshness in my eyes a look in the depth of my brain skipped past the rocky stream passing all who fell in I stand on dry land vividly clear and... Sign in to see full entry.

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The ways I cover lie and sneak around no one knows maybe suspects alittle but only for a moment I keep it to myself everything I don't reveal myself to anyone I wouldn't even know how I am sober now but I feel fucked up or sadness or confusion stick this into me prickle my skin shake me up-just a little bit

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