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Thursday, November 18, 2010

Parted

Parted. I am so much like you, the window reveals The Autumn rain it simply feels just for a moment, that yesterday’s touch quivers, as sensations must. The empty sky scrolls across yesterday’s eye The window fades, that time has passed by. So now I shall miss you, for now you will be remembered as... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Elements

Elements. So many streets and indifference pales, form is certain to appear; always as mysterious, always mingling with suspicion. The awareness of processing and drawing inward, what might be a smear of inaccurate information. To assess and idealistically embark upon a mission would make the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Sometime. How close do you come to bend this iron rod? These are but whispers, as wistfully I plod back to reality. These starched clouds shall not drift, my head is bowed, it will not lift to look at this calamity. Ripples run far from a pebble that is thrown into a pool, the colour of the water is... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 15, 2010

Life's like that

Well no wonder. She comes across the Desert sand that walking stick within her hand. Is that for protection pretty girl or just to sort for a collection of pebbles in the fiery sand I have a little lizard planned to compliment this warm event I’ll add another for perfection. Why doesn’t she lie in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 14, 2010

Closed

Closed She wishes, but the doors have been closed Beyond was the starry night and a pathway I stood dreamily allowing for who knows Copying that which is needed to allay The doubts that might form subconsciously. Was this person the most desirable one? Would time pass and one would see this mistake... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, November 12, 2010

Jane

Jane on perilously. What would you tell me if I let you Come closer and whisper Would it always be true Will the same words always stir the same reaction or is this all repeated in moonlight to enhance nothing that I shall recall Only that it was named as romance. What is it I wonder, fused in soft... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 11, 2010

A poem by Jane

Pebbles by Jane I would really like to stay Although I ought to run away. Now I am enfolded in your arms I have these teeny-weeny qualms. Those are the things I wish to hear. Well if you really want to dear Do you, can you moderate wishful feelings which you state? I know, I know, I feel the same... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Frosty

10/11/10 Frosty Well I just can’t stand it China and I’m not going to design a different way of speaking. So get your lips a popping because I am not stopping to be always light and hearty. I may be inefficient or constantly deficient in original conversation. But if I say good morning I don’t mean... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Sweetie

Sweetie. What a long chin you have today. Your pretty smile has passed away Little lips; hide in a crease. I search for one original piece. It feels so cold the warmth just goes. You are pure ice from nose to toes. You seem so small; I’ll make guess just half of you is in that dress. You just look... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 8, 2010

Mood

Mood. I need the mood that wakes you in the drifting season; to twist your thoughts softly, far from reason. With a rampant ache that searches and begins as the colour of a moonlit lily, and swiftly changes things. Low whispers send a challenge to the senses; too late to change the worth of the... Sign in to see full entry.

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