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October 7th, 2000, 06:59 AM
#1
Inactive Member
and posting <G> don't they go together? and I need to sleep soundly at some point tonight... heh.
After the Morning
After the morning, the world is yellow, melting
Ice cream. The sun opens doors
And shakes my hand, fingers greasy
Tubers tied together, a clutching paddle dragging
To porcelain my dream of drifting out
The wispy curtained window. Sharp edges
Get crushed into burgundy towels to match
The color of your coated fingers, as I see them
Rise, a puckered wall, to meet my face. Yellow
Tile and afternoon light streaking across the murky
Saltwater rushing into my mouth, as you
Smile and wipe away my only protection. Chill
lurking births deeper within me
Than the heavy sunlight can pierce, so
Dark that colors die and morning begins again.
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Fiction
You write like it's fiction. No one
Lives like that, screaming. No one wakes
With their edges pinned to the sheets, lips
Peeled back and gasping. You write
The pain without memories, so raw it must be
First, and the past a mere flashback after
The fact. You write, and I pulse until the last
Line, scars swollen, and I grasp the phone
To call, because I remember now, everything.
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Crossing the Line
I walk past picket faces, they do not
Know me except in hate. I make the choices
Outside their fence, pushing life
Back to the beginning to be molded
Into new potential. I tremble, almost
Turn back against that wall, but it is no
Greater than my own mirrored loss. Life
Throbs, a tiny infinity forcing me past
Fearful eyes and scowling words, yearning
For recreation into love. I walk
Back to the source, choosing joyful
Possibility; a decision I can only
Reconcile in my own love and fear, tears
Birthing new my face as I leave the faces
Behind, less a life but greater a chance.
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"Dark have been my dreams of late." -Tolkien
"Whore!" "Boy!" - conversation heard on street
"They always find money for floods." - Richard Shindell
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October 7th, 2000, 07:34 PM
#2
Inactive Member
I like the "Fiction" one the best. Keep up the good work! 
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"What about him? What are you doing with him?"
"What you should be doing with me..."
Proud family member of Jelymo, gollum, Kelly, Dano, Jaxom27, 5Cats, Fenix and others.
I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned
"Om Namaha Shivaya." ~ Dano
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October 8th, 2000, 05:09 AM
#3
HB Forum Owner
Wow. I like them all, but Fiction struck me the most.
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Branflakes, the ninja lesbian milk getter bunny protecting flirt.
The one called "brain" and "brandiflakes" and....
I'm tired of the silent majority. Silence equals death.
Life is what you make it.
"I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality"-Savage Garden
You're going to have to deal with my ego at some point.
A dark, black ray of sunshine.
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October 8th, 2000, 05:30 AM
#4
Inactive Member
Fiction, thought provoking indeed. The best.
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"I've had to spend the majority of my life vigilant against the thoughts and emotions of others pentrating my mind. But just this once, as the psychic dam begins to burst, I dont try to stop it... because the only emotion that comes crashing through the breakwall...
is hope.
It washes over everyone. Infectious... growing in strength...
Connecting us... uniting us... until suddenly...
strangers dont seem so strange anymore."
Jean Grey- X Men # 71
PROUD SLAVEBOY OF JELYMO
Enter Daredevil at Hero Realm
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October 8th, 2000, 06:22 AM
#5
Inactive Member
heh.. thanks
. the irony being the Fiction is the only fictional one. funny how it's so much harder to write closer to home - the metaphors get all flowery and distant. I always wondered how people who write devastatingly affective autobiographies do it.
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"Noctu, nihil pedalum pigmentum refert." - Discordelaidh
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