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Mind Your Orphan HeartThose enchanted Muse did, the loudest, laugh with fingers pushing red the button of denial. Split the casing fair, they did - abusing loudest static, and with only florid faces showing effort extracted as they turned away from me. They offered me ablution, except to bathe only made meMind Your Orphan Heart
feel dirtier - filmed over
with illness (I, tainted)
and torn between my mind and self
Your greatest love: puppet on a sp
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Still in progress. Add to me"Pardon me, miss. Did you just ask me for directions? I suggest you take your blinders off. Go two steps forward, three steps back. Don't blame me when the quicksand sucksStill in progress. Add to me
at your glottal efforts to matter. Enjoy your trip." Silly me! I'm auditorially dyslexic! I thought he said three steps forward,
two steps back! Look at these spotlights! Look at this usher! Hey! The latitudinal leper has his arm out for me to take!
Ignore, but, toss him a smile, to show how much I care. On with the show! Careful, now. Suitcase latches don't align when filled t
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Dangling From the RaftersDangling From The Rafters...Or The Raft.Dangling From the Rafters
Compelling lies that compromise the meaning of the truth Left behind are savaged ties degraded to uncouth: piles of dimes, glimmering trash dead roaches tell the tale traitorous pupils 'neath the eyelash just vacancy, lost in the hash.
But Her eyes they speak to me in colors undefined Her voice falls softly on my ears and Her Truths, they meld to mine in
skin, so much skin, so much time, unavailable to use kissed with bubble gum breath her name all over my skin &n
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Been invited? READ THIS!First things first. This is an experiment.Been invited? READ THIS!
The "invitation only" members have a few things to know.
There are 3 categories of writings to be placed here. You must...MUST indicate in the description what sort of work you intend it to be, and the others must honor said description.
1. Solo. Someone wants feedback on a finite piece. Fine. Give it. Freely given, freely accepted. If you do not want feedback on it, do not post it. Please. This is a listening room, a sounding board.
These works may only be commented upon by other members. Do not comment within the piece, by u
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- Current Residence: Averaged out? Earth. >.<
- Interests: I can only vouch for 3. Poetry, fun, and _______.
- Favourite movie: The range would stupefy.
- Favourite band or musician: I dare not guess.
- Favourite genre of music: Likely...all.
- Favourite artist: The Greats. All of them. In time.
- Favourite poet or writer: Each other? If not now, soon enough. Time enough for that. I'm sure of it.
- Personal Quote: "PRAISE THOSE OF YOUR CRITICS FOR WHOM NOTHING IS UP TO STANDARD." (Dag Hammarskjold.)
- Tools of the Trade: Mind. Humor. Love. Poetry. (Doubt I'll find objectors here.)
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Before an important decision someone clutches your hand---a glimpse of gold in the iron-gray, the proof of all you have never dared to believe.
(Dag Hammarskjold)
Let us see, shall we?
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Before an important decision someone clutches your hand---a glimpse of gold in the iron-gray, the proof of all you have never dared to believe.
(Dag Hammarskjold)
I forgot the password.
Ah well. At least these emoticons are great.
Thanks!
High! --->
I'm off to go
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Before an important decision someone clutches your hand--a glimpse of gold in the iron-gray, the proof of all you have never dared to believe.
(Dag Hammarskjold)
Let me know if you ever need anything
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"Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence." Franz Kafka-The Silence of the Sirens
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"Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence." Franz Kafka-The Silence of the Sirens
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