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Jesus, right, is it hot in here?Newest
quakeI see your face far enough away to be out of reach close enough for comfort, hearing your voice in the evening, the night, feels like something inexplicable aside from this uneasy, cradling, worrisome happiness. This solidity under my feet shifts as my mind forces it to quake. No seismic activity exists save that in my being, as I try to shake things and watch them tumble,quake
fall apart, but I’m lacking even the hint of tumultuousness that would cause the tremors to begin; and everything trembles, leaving me entirely shaken, unshaken, and sure.
by ~DelBlue
a hint of wintercrystallised in stasis and appearing so sleepy (little new england towns) so restful and resting anda hint of winter
unconscious to the hurry and bustle of the cars on the roads the work crews finishing construction the people opening offices muttering at the cold and how it's "so too early for this" breath of cold and tantalising hint of what's coming in the
next few months. So joyfully cold and appearing as if life has been trapped and frozen set in a mould of sleeping, delicate beauty with lace covered trees and silver lining the hills I swear thi
by ~DelBlue
To Recoverythe darkly wrapped moon with stars for company, cannot shine away the corners of pain, wind and sea triumphant in symphony, cannot wash places memories have stained, the softest words and gentles hands I’ve known, cannot soothe the thoughts or stem the endless tears, the harshest thing is; all that I have sown, in the time since, so swiftly disappears, when faced with demons summoned from the past, and buried things arisen from my heart, it seems what I’ve created; in the last, is ephemeral, not of a solid start, when one dark night can take courage away, and all thTo Recovery
by ~DelBlue
ColdI feel;Cold
his hands the cold my tears the shame
I see; the camaro the stars the lake the porn shop the police station I hear; his voice, my voice, interrogation, hysteria (wait, that's me) I want; to stop to run to notbeherenotbethisnothavehimnearme breathe you are not in control, you are not in control, get the hell out of the car stumble, stutter, shake, shiver, sobbing to an angel with a cellphone to the police station silence
to home.
by ~DelBlue
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Midnight Walkby ~jCobra
sandShe is the sand under my feet that burns me in a heavenly touch, cradling me in a sensuous fluidity, solid and sweeping beyond my eyes. I see so far beyond, to the end of the sky, where it meets the immortal ocean; and still all I can feel is her warmth and her support under me, her life speaking to my skin in a changing and sparkling sea of her own. Her color is brilliance, such that eyes must avert; she is made simply and in golden curves, yet she is made of ten billionsand
complexities and amazements.
Where the sea is eternity, she meets and slips underneath
by ~slowQuanta
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- Current Residence: New England
- Interests: A little bit of everything
- Favourite movie: Lagaan and Asoka
- Favourite genre of music: almost everything
- Favourite poet or writer: Rilke and Markley, currently.
- Operating System: DOS, damnit. :P (*sigh* WinXP)
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