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Guardians, close your eyes.We have twisted crowns against our skulls for honor but for love Breathing life into these lines of doing and undoing Slipping back to rest within the leather-bound arms of the boy Who strikes matches on his cheek, cannot be neon, or writhes against my scars Oh I have found a place to dwell when the sands forgive the sea My body, swollen, finds itself appealing to the edge Falling softly curve by curve out, beneath reality.Guardians, close your eyes.
by ~apodo
The grain as we have worn it.When glass has aged the panes adjust to curves and cracks & illuminate my shell or the dust i emulate It settles plainly refusing breeze, forgoing breath Only as the sun imposes can you witness my starting waltz A slow tribute to the song those who pass it by those who pass it on For I stand unbalanced atop this very sill that once claimed my corners softened their edges Leaving of me A worn frame & a single thought At this junction I can recall my feet on the tracks the skinny metalThe grain as we have worn it.
by ~apodo
parcels behind the iceboxi watch this drawing like it's a moving picture only it doesn't move and my stance becomes lonely, butparcels behind the icebox
determined a wasted moment they say, but
it's mine, i bundle it assured
into fabric
into MY arms still we're all so soft and bolted when the w-End blows and the man in that drawing
extends a look his eye twisted into this knot that can read
my mind it scratches the top middle of its eye-head it leans toward my chest and says 'peculiar neck tie' we agree our teeth agree and in a white-locked cho
by ~apodo
revising the don't saywhat's in this hollow if not you brazen walk through intended for the shortcut children with these old glass bottles and old glass bottle caps. green is what they'd call them if they weren't-how sound can my structure be? composed of plain text, don't need to say. so whisper clarity as it breezes fluid through the bedsheets (the glass) onto the pretend glaze. hoping your grin grasps more than a red locked jaw with the sun's onset hurting. do you remember, i was once as much as an endeavor as her. slashing poetic nothings, only glimpses realized upon my muddy landscape. &nbrevising the don't say
by ~apodo
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where are you?
i was reading back over a comment you left on "." and i realized.....you and i need to find each other again
and remind each other that we are not lost
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I don't know if you remember me or not, but I was that weird guy in your Spanish class a couple years ago. I found your DA by looking through an old friend's AOL favorites list, which was saved on my computer (sort of intrusive, I know
Also, I hope you didn't get the impression that I thought I was too good to talk to you when we were in groups and such, like everyone else thought. That wasn't it! Oh, and I'm also not racist like most people there thought. I just had to get that out of the way, because when contacting some other people from Atherton they would reply with "ur that nazi kid, fux off."
But, anyway, what's going on with you these days? Are you still in school?
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Millions will die
But nothing will change
Your writing is superb.
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You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
hey! i just wanted to drop by. According to your page you visited about eleven days ago...but i haven't seen you in that many months! how's life?
Cheers
Anne
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