Sunset and DiscontentI tend to be long-winded in my explanations of my exasperated nature towards love, infatuation and all good things, so I'll attempt to be short today.Sunset and Discontent
Raven-Haired Maiden, I can only imagine one perfect instance in which my burning Mortal Coil would be quelled, if only for a moment:
You and I, hand in hand, arm in arm, staring off into the sunset we feel we could touch. The sun and sky's fiery, glorious, furious palate of warm colors: reds, oranges, yellows and bits of purple, all so rich, looking as if God had just painted there and the paint's still wet.
We're overlooking the city, you see, on a hill,
Cast Into the FireA seat by the fire to warm my (still young) bones.Cast Into the Fire
(Ass is chilly, too.)
Hand planted on face, why?
(cradling my headache? blocking my face from the fire?)
Notepad in hand on a fine (actually, quite nippy) fall night.
Let's think of something profound, shall we?
(surely you can.)
nope
(apparently not.)
I think I'll write all of what was just said down.
(wait...)
Nope, write it, then fold it.
(yes, good...)
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ClickerNestled under fold after fold of sweatpants, sweatshirt, and soft blanket, that gleaming electric sex glares at me from its perch, ever-changing, but ever-same. I'm supposed to have control,Clicker
but do I?
Iris-in, fade-to-black, or however it goes, then ad-nauseum kicks in.
They're not moving, but a still-life slide-show, pushed into fast-forward. Too fast for comprehension, even, sensory overload a little at a time.
A Flick of the Clicker, the ocular berating gone, but the flashes remain still. Ears ring, too. The "Light" gave off a so
night.lighti took a walk to that place where we ran for our lives.night.light
in the darkness of night
the forest seemed to be against us.
roots grasping for our ankles,
branches coveting our eyes.
you followed me into the dirty river
and you led me
to the clearing.
we made it through;
your clothes torn,
your hands bloodied.
both of us with mud on our shoes
and bruises on our legs.
we found safety and i could not speak,
i couldn't breathe. in the light of day
those trees are not so consuming.
the route of our painful escape is far more tranqu
by *photoport
Gone, Baby, Gone.
Disgust
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Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it.
Tom
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If you were arrested for kindness, would there be enough evidence to convict you?
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Tom
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If you were arrested for kindness, would there be enough evidence to convict you?
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"I don't have anything to do, thats why I'm writing"
-- SBA
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If i could be as good at art as i am lazy ....i would have money for cigarettes
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WE ARE CuRREntLY UnDerrr CONSTRUCTshun!!¿
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I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!
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I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!
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C(")(")
BUNNY!
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