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Young girl Happy and grounded Another face lies of mistrust He walks by staring into the girl whose face is quite content All is right with the world The little girl looks up peering innocently at the man whose parts are misbegotten Hes a tall man whose hunched over trying desperately to maintain what has not been relinquished His eyes are in disarray His hands come up with fingers like fangs The body of the man tenses and is ready to attack if he needed to He is afraid The eyes look down sullenly Ant then the young girl trembles...

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the art of becoming meThe art of becoming me every moment in life is yours, its yours to keep, every sunset, every bird, every breeze, every time the water crashes in the ocean, the smell of the salty air, the scent of a sweet perfume, every time you experience a new view of the world around you, this is yours. No one can ever take that from you. cherish it, cherish the moment because in another moment it will be gone, no one will ever be able to see or taste or smell or hear or feel that exact thing that you did again, and neither will you a great photographer, a great poet, a great painter, or musician, even a great scientist can only try to recreate the art of becoming me
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morningI love the cool contrast of the morning air against the warmth in my bed. The light creeps through the fruit filled trees outside my window and into the room. I wake with my eyes half open still dreaming, and loving this moment. The blankets are smooth against my legs and i feel them softly with my hands. Oh what a glorious morning, this gift from God himself. Can I stay here all afternoon filling my mind with peaceful euphoria? I'm happy, though the problems of the day are still around. The soothing sound of the wind outside, I'm safe in my room. morning
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eggshells4:30 in the morning up all night eating up the words that leech on the chords that wind in my body the tendrils that break
and the song is never heard again should i repair these strings or wait till its all in disarray? with one step brings an avalanche of hatred and sorrow the tongue lashes out and the spit aches my heart should i stand strong with arms to my side fighting the fight until I crumble I fought strong and hard and could no longer or should i walk away with no direction to get repair the master teaches the skills of life yet left me with n eggshells
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questions in chaoswhat is the point of all this drama clouding everything good so that good things don't make sense only problems can ground me is there a reason for this stepping down on the ladder slowly till I'm down in the ground how low do I need to be for goodness to arise i see the beauty in this moment of chaos turned expression but in the same way i still long for the same end in simple happy things does everything have to be so intense for there to be a meaning? as the drama approaches all the goodness I longed fades quickly behind the dark clouds questions in chaos
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a few works in progress

Sun Aug 17, 2008, 9:10 AM

i'm working on a few pieces right now but they are not at all near what they should be. its not like my previous poems where i could write it in a few hours. no i'm really thinking about these ones. i need inspiration and time to update them properly.

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