a little bit of rain i'd say is fairyay hot hot heat.
i am going to leaving for a week to new jersey for thanksgiving. i'll comment/talk to you guys afterwards [or maybe there, who knows!] & i'll post a few pictures that i take.
yaay. au revoir.
summertime is old.“and that’s why I hate the starving kids in Africa” she says with a wink. I pull onsummertime is old.
my bathing suit and ready my face; thinking yoga-bent thoughts as a younger sister flies by;
screaming ‘me too’ to my dirty complexion.
then I start writing a poem backwards felt marker on a fake leather table cloth with a
burnt candle stub confessing its sins.
and there is this girl who has written to her best friends. in a small cabin she slaved away writing the same words again and again.
bitchbitchbitchbitch. that smile floats up o
five1.five
this was really hard for me to write a poem without using your name.
because your name is so poignant on my tongue.
and one time, I looked up ‘poignant’ and the old type
said it was something made beautiful by sadness.
and I shut the book quickly; as if I shouldn’t have read those words because for some reason that wasn’t what I had in mind when I wrote
poignant on my page.
I thought it meant enriched, full, blossomed and yet deep I thought poignant could describe your name.
and it can’t.
so.
I am really stuck now.
words are only wordsyour fingers are pulsing like time bombs. threatening me to hold them a little tighter and then blowing up in my face, leaving my half spat out similes smoldering at my feet.words are only words
[I’m used to the smell of ash]
and you are something more atomic;
something dangerously close, eyelashes like car wrecks and freckles like French wallpaper. and of course that smile strung across your face like holiday lights of some over the top neighbors.
and my lips brushing your cheek was something innocent compared to
Erratic WhimsAmidst the volatile display of fireworks that exploded the skies and made them fall as ash upon our watching heads, a kite that was once mine drifted through the starbursts of vibrant colour, almost unseen against the emptiness of the dark night.Erratic Whims
I might have let go of a million other hands as I pushed through the crowd, but I would not have noticed for all my urgency, punctuated by the thud of my sneakers as they clipped the wet asphalt, drenched by the erratic whims of a midsummer thundercloud and illuminated by the orang
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No rest for the weary or the wicked.
this much:
+ infinity. because there is no end
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to days of inspiration, playing hookey, making something out of nothing; the need to express, to communicate. to going against the grain, going insane, going mad ...
la vie boheme
(leave your conscience at the tone)
You, my dear, have been hugged!!!
RULES:
1- You can hug the same person who hugged you.
2- You must hug at least six (6) other people you know or are your friends.
3- Random hugs are perfectly okay so try to hug another six (6) random deviants.
4- Paste hugs on user pages. Hugging is a public show of affection.
5- Only one hug per person is allowed. Otherwise you have to start all over again.
6- Get started right away
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to days of inspiration, playing hookey, making something out of nothing; the need to express, to communicate. to going against the grain, going insane, going mad ...
la vie boheme
(leave your conscience at the tone)
therefore
you = awesome
HAHAHAHA.
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I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
in an open tab when your judgment's on the brink.
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
albums back as you're lying there, drifting off to sleep.
the postal service is love.
Take gentle care of yourself.
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Since when are the first line and the last line of any poem where the poem begins and ends?
~BlueAeroplane
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I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
in an open tab when your judgment's on the brink.
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
albums back as you're lying there, drifting off to sleep.
the postal service is love.
Spread the DA love around! (You can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
*dingding* RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You can't hug the person more than 3 times
3- You -MUST- hug 6 other people
4- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page!
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!
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"It's probably because I'm a mad scientist and teachers tend to like normal people." - Andy
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You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
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