11-20-2003, 07:38 AM | #244 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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Disarm hurts I pulled a muscle
Damned if I can find a cure Legs a wobbling when I walk Heart is broken minds a blur Lucid I are in a memory Day seems cloudy when I talk When the one thats broke is mended Pockets full of nothing more
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
11-24-2003, 10:17 PM | #248 (permalink) |
Psycho
Location: Ouuuterrrr Spaaaaacccceeee
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The Burial of the Dead
April is the kindest month. Mixing
rainwater with winter grass, browned by the forgotten snow and cold. There is warmth in the water now, and dust is no longer charging fear into the old dead sockets left by ice displacement. A skull in ground, and not a care left in my mind. And not a care left in my mind. The lake was shimmering, sure. Also, the breeze cooled my overwarm skin, but the flashes of heat from your eye never quite left the impression you had hoped. The following winter’s blizzard chilled every last bit of you from me. Hope springs eternal, they say. I never had hoped for a miracle. I wasn’t dissappointed. |
12-02-2003, 07:56 AM | #252 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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The fog rolls in
I see but I am blind I hear a muffled cry I feel numb The sun trys to hide The cold wraps around me The wind whispers my name The nightmare continues
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
12-07-2003, 02:56 PM | #253 (permalink) | |
Tilted
Location: Dingden, DE / Centennial, CO
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Re: The Burial of the Dead
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Waiting... to be born again Wanting... the saddest kind of pain Waiting for the day when I will crawl away |
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12-13-2003, 07:13 AM | #254 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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A smile is born, from deep inside
It brews and warms my chest It flows up from my crinkled toes And runs along my arms It climbs upon it's shoulder perch, and runs toward my face It hits me smack dab in the middle Tis then I show my teeth I thank you all for giving me A Happy Birthday wish
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
12-15-2003, 05:06 PM | #255 (permalink) |
Naughty Just Right
Location: Euphoria
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It has been a while since I have visited lit and your thread. Please forgive my lack of response to your absolutely wonderful work. You make me PROUD dear sweet friend of mine. Thank you for sharing so much of you here and IRL. You are a true gem and a gift to all who get the pleasure of having you as part of their life.
BTW: The Burial of the Dead....WOW! I can't begin to express how that made me feel. Very impressive indeed. Keep it up!
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus |
12-15-2003, 09:05 PM | #257 (permalink) |
Psycho
Location: Ouuuterrrr Spaaaaacccceeee
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Tree of a Wasted Life
Trees grow so slow that you don’t even notice
when they finally stop reaching upwards and rest, content, waiting for the fall. Waiting for their offspring to take root they pray silently. All the while getting only fatter. |
12-16-2003, 05:06 PM | #258 (permalink) | |
Naughty Just Right
Location: Euphoria
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BUT, it is really good, enough so that I would recommend you start your own thread where people can read your stuff and reply directly to you. Your work certainly is worth it's own place.
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus |
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12-18-2003, 07:59 AM | #260 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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I see red, and it soothes me
The color of money is greed Blue is a day where the sun shines White seems to free me of need A yellow rose bud makes me queasy A black heart was burned the last time Pink panties get me excited And purple boots help me to climb A rainbow is filled with all colors I look at one and sit and smile Emotions remembered once doormant These colors make my life worthwile
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
12-29-2003, 10:59 PM | #262 (permalink) |
Naughty Just Right
Location: Euphoria
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*bump*
Your work is worthy of viewing often...so I'm bumping it up top. Can't be having you fall off to the second page! Thanks for sharing your work!
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus |
12-30-2003, 07:18 AM | #263 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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Thanks to both of you. It is very awe inspiring to get praise from two such as you. Sorry I havent ben around for a while, With the holidays and the new house, I am trying to squeeze 26 hours into a day. Will be here more soon
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
12-30-2003, 03:03 PM | #264 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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If you looked closely, you could see the corner of his mouth
It was the only indication there was a part of him missing It wasn't like a man who had lost his leg, or arm, It was something different The smile that once covered his face, was still there, but one corner would not turn up Try as he may, he couldn't make it do it It may have been the years of toil, or maybe innocence lost, or the childhood, maybe none of those Somehow it seemed it would always be there, he was known for it When people would speak of him, they would comment on it He did a good job of being he A piece of him was missing If you looked close, you could see
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
12-30-2003, 03:13 PM | #265 (permalink) |
Naughty Just Right
Location: Euphoria
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With eyes and heart wide open...I can see the missing piece.
Your words took my breath away. You have the most amazing gift my friend. You inspire me. Thank you for you.
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus |
01-09-2004, 07:22 AM | #268 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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You wake up and your still there
What a bitch you think, as you look down at the mirror Today was supposed to be the day, you wonder what went worng You fumble for your feelers Another day, another way, Deja vu might work today Tingling toes release the pain, and soothe away the heat The smell you taste will tell the tale, and rush along your haste, Succeding in the failed attempt to see and hear your fate
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
01-13-2004, 02:29 AM | #269 (permalink) |
Naughty Just Right
Location: Euphoria
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The tangled world of addiction.
You captured it well my friend. This says so much between the lines. Great work as always. ~Angel~
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus |
01-21-2004, 06:46 AM | #271 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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Your sentiment of sediment is rudimentary
Extolling loquacity you sporadically loom in me Proposing propisititions predisposes perplexity, propititious as an army ant, sailing out to sea. Lopped upon the looking glass, it seems to be the key The incidence of occurence, as sumptuous as it seems, adversely tipples to the tune, of fond past memories To filch away another day,bequeaths a quality, of prophecy when harvestmen, crawl beneath the trees
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
01-26-2004, 04:44 PM | #272 (permalink) |
Naughty Just Right
Location: Euphoria
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After disecting and digesting your work, more than once, it amazes me that you can write something that at first boggles my mind with it's complexity and once understood and felt, boggles my mind with awe and my heart with wonder. You impress me.
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus |
02-07-2004, 06:29 AM | #274 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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My spine starts to shiver when I think of you
remembering days and times that werent blue A walk in the park brought me from the dead a twinkle inside from the words that you said A heart noer pure encompassing time a heart that I wished was somehow still mine My heart somehow beats, though cracked to the core repairing its self, and longing for more
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
02-10-2004, 09:18 AM | #275 (permalink) |
Insane
Location: Where You Live.
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'My heart somehow beats, though cracked to the core
repairing its self, and longing for more' I like this very ryhtmic style, and the imagery is nice an emo'. 'The incidence of occurence, as sumptuous as it seems, adversely tipples to the tune, of fond past memories' I like this especially, but the rest of that piece i thought was a little contrived. I love the word 'sumptious' too, and the theme of differing perception (that i presume is intentionally) lent to the piece by 'as it seems' is evocative. Nice!
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02-26-2004, 07:57 AM | #277 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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We go on
The look of knowing in our eyes The words twixt two are no surprise We hold within our trembling hands A world of dreams and pending plans We wonder why the days roll on to soon we know they will be gone "If only" plagues our weary souls we ponder times of different roles On we go today again, a smile perhaps we'll somehow feign A step to take a thousand flights we look toward our guiding light
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
02-26-2004, 04:30 PM | #279 (permalink) | |
Naughty Just Right
Location: Euphoria
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Thank you my dear sweet friend, for all you have been and continue to be to me and my life. Thank you for being a constant, never failing me. And by the way...it's about time you put something new here!
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus |
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