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22Oct09I guess I ain't been on a real tear in a good bit now. And that's good. That's great, really, except I can't I can't deal and more importantly, I can't write.22Oct09
I love you I love you I love you but this, &nb
by ~elzorrito
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time-gods.poets call these hidden hours of the morning, the lovers-hours, that blue-gray-silver-gold light swathed in magic, seen by the naked, blushing-bride eye. the time for honey-hearts, honey-tongues. i am no poet, but even a kaleidoscope away i know that these hours always have, always will, belong to us.time-gods.
here - without you these hours have no greater meaning than to remind me that it is a birds-chirping-seven in the morning and i have yet to stumble through dreamlands, because i don't sleep anymore. or no, they remind me of what they are. of when you were less than a hairbreadth away - wh
by *etre-aime
like a kidlisten - i know i still have heart. though some mornings it feels more like a heavy slab of stone and others nothing more than a wisp of air. and my voice may be small, but i can still speak, i can still cry out in the middle of the night or whisper to my pillow love songs to you that you'll never hear. and i can walk. i have two legs, i can get up and stand on my own two feet, though most the time it feels more like crawling. but i can, i can do it if need be. and. i do believe in love. i believe in it with all my being. but - look, i also believe in santlike a kid
by *etre-aime
Donna Wasn't Happy+Donna Wasn't Happy
Donna wasn't happy. She was sitting in a pool of violence and hair in her living room. She was thinking that it was like on television, NYPD Blue, real simple: cut the tendons at the leg, saw a little until the entire piece breaks apart.
Last week Donna decided she wasn't going to mess around anymore. In life there is always the get-up, the walk-the-dog, the make-yourself-breakfast, and of course: the I-should-have-killed-him-when-I-had-the-chance.
Donna is a good girl, she goes to Church, she reads the classics under the Japanese elm on her front lawn.
by `queenhrosie
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- Current Residence: Brooklyn, New York
- Interests: Music, movies, sleeping, eating
- Favourite movie: High Fidelity, Smokey and the Bandit
- Favourite band or musician: Driveby Truckers, Goodie Mob, The Avett Brothers
- Favourite genre of music: Good.
- Favourite artist: Salvador Dali
- Email: rlamon@gmail.com
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Yay. =]
you are now the second person, in the past couple of weeks, whose poem I featured as a DLD, to receive a DD on the same poem a few days later. =queenhrosie is the other.
congrats again!
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