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don't let the words die in you
day one: shifting. + OTL
Sunday, April 1, 2012

we found shadows
on the balcony, of our
new home
shadows that danced
their hospitality, flickered
in jubilee
like there was nothing left
but to leave in ecstasy
like the heat of the work and day
would pound and pound and
dissipate

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Hey guys, long time no see .__________.

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not even gonna apologize
Thursday, October 6, 2011

Right so exams are coming and therefore I think I'd like to just ease into this blog by posting a pwoermd. After which I'll archive, update and write. (Also, new blogskin)

paintive


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the wind chimes
Monday, July 25, 2011

A slight lilting
The air tastes fake
But sweet. Pleasant.
Inimitable
It sounds suspiciously like
Your voice
Does the wind carry it
From wherever you have been assigned
To reside, by someone who
Believes us not?
Please, continue to resonate
The things you say are far
From clear or safe or
Even me.
And now, even as I begin
To begin to move, I
Tuck it safe within me
Like the wings of a stuffed toy
Memory, skirting
The horizon this wind has
Given us

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green
Sunday, July 10, 2011

(I haven't posted in two months, I really must remember to keep this thing update. I shall keep a link of it on my msn to be all blogwhorey O:)

John Green
French the Llama
Will be a thing although
I'm not creative says published
Author

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Envy
The greenish hue
Found in the hearts of girls
But also in forests and parks
Nature

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Some cinquains for your viewing pleasure (: More stuff is coming soon, including blackout poems if I'm lucky :D

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day twelve: dear future husband
Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Dear future husband, dear, I do not think
I know you yet and yet I can see you
Behind my eyelids and atop the sink
I'll search till there is nothing left to do
But proffer my heart and hand in greeting
After which you'll retrieve them in due course
Though moment forged will surely be fleeting
The fruits of fate will never grow remorse
Why then, does stubborn doubt possess my heart?
Of futile search and lasting reverie
Far more than I can settle for apart
Are you but tale of fabled chivalry?
My eyelids, lies and mirrors, trick of light
It is unwise to look to dreams for flight

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This probably sends a Very Different Message than I intended but OH WELL :D

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day twenty nine: the wind chimes

A slight lilting
The air tastes fake
But sweet, pleasant
Inimitable
It is suspiciously akin to
Your voice
Does the wind carry it
From wherever you have been assigned
To reside, by someone who
Believes us not?
Please, continue to resonate
The things you say are far
From clear or safe or
Even me
And now, even as I begin
To begin to move, I
Tuck it safe within me
Like the wings of a stuffed toy
Memory, skirting
The horizon this wind has
Given us

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I admit that I copied this one, I'm sorry ):

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To Rationality
Monday, May 2, 2011

I need you

As much as
A fish needs a bicycle

Tumblr needs Facebook

An ex-lover needs a hug

I need you

As much as

My tears need to be

Understood

That is to say

I would rather walk alone

If you were the only companion
I could have


However


I will go as far

As to admit that

Sometimes, rarely

My yearning

For the life we once had

Strikes me with such

A mistifying clarity
I cannot help but revoke
My previous sentiments

But without shame!

There is no shame in clarity!


Therefore


I need you

As much as

A frog needs water

A writer needs a dictionary

A child needs a paintbrush
I need you
As much as

My tears need to be
Understood


(That is to say
I may need to
Choose you someday)


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Not a NaPoWriMo. But. You know :D

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