

We are DancingYou Bastard.We are Dancing
You have a way of reducing everything I have to say to the rubble of a house after a fire.
There are no longer even any flames. No longer any color except black. Ash blowing in the wind from the debris,
darkening even that which wasn't burned.
It leaves a smell, of soot, of melted plastic, of charred wood, of burnt flesh.
You
Bastard.
You don't
interrupt. You don't yell. You just nod and smile with that expression on your goddamn face. &nb


EstrangementI. Falling, or, The Two TogetherEstrangement
Tumbling and streaking in an emerald sky, Pride flashes and burns as it falls. Fastening a fishhook in each of their sides, It catches a hold of two stars.
The three are tumbling speedily downwards Through the green sea of space, Silently plummeting, flying like birds, Giants declining, they race.
The angels above, whose souls are the stars, Catch the gleam in the edge of their eyes. Turning their heads, they avert their gaze far From the hearts sudden flaming demise.
Their city it sparkles, its crystal wa


Taking off the JacketA mouse Dipped its little furry feet in paint The color of a cat's rough tongue And ran from her wrists to her elbows.Taking off the Jacket
A spider Spun webs of delicate white lines From her elbows to her shoulders. They stick resolutely to the skin.
A crow Danced up and down beside her hip, Until the imprints of its stamping feet Almost formed letters and words.
A worm Burrowed into her brain And made her think it was alright
To romanticize the art of an animal.
A sparrow Is singing outside the window Of the thawing of winter


FloridaShe’d been serving at the South Beach Grill for as long as anyone could remember. It was a close-knit place, and while nobody knew everything about everybody, most came damn close. Not her, though. Nobody knew a thing about her.Florida
And that started with her ethnicity. What the hell was she anyway? She had skin that was coconut-husk brown, weathered, with a slight reddish tint to it. It wasn’t sunburn; that was just the color of her, and it made some guess she was Indian. That didn’t quite fit, though, because all the Seminole they knew of were huge. And nobody’d measured, but she looked to be just skimming five feet. A couple though


the day Love forgave him.Disappointment walked into his room, took a seat on his lap, kissed him deep, and kept him.the day Love forgave him.
The sun rose, the sun set,
the nights ate each other up until October set in,
and the leaves did not wait for him to change.
He tried to fill the empty spaces; he tried to paint her pictures, but they werent worthy, and [he tried to paint pictures of her,] but his colors were too few.
Stoicism tried to break in, would have taken her knife and stabbed him, [wouldve told him not to scream] but he had already locked the doors and barred the win


ReachSo stabilize;Reach
and reach, and fall,
and grip the earth in strife and vain, and find a fine place to lay the blame, and writhe again beneath them, who live,
and say you can't live up to them, and feed a drive that can't satisfy, and deny the truth shoved in your face, and ignore the mirror burning holes through your eyes, and accept the voice on the other side, and reach, and fall, and submit again, and never think you could control your sin, because you're weak and fragile and frail, because you think you can deal al
Devious Comments
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here's the day you hoped would never come / don't feed me violins / just run with me through rows of speeding cars. / the paper cups, the cheating lovers / the coffee's never strong enough / I know you think it's more than just bad luck.
Thank you for that.
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I fear nothing other than myself for nothing and no one can do unto me the harm I can.
La Vie est une chanson et le destin est la musique sur laquelle
nous écrivons les paroles à chaque instant.
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"There is a time to stop reading, there is a time to stop trying to write, there is a time to kick the whole bloated sensation of art out on its whore-ass..."
Charles Bukowski
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I fear nothing other than myself for nothing and no one can do unto me the harm I can.
La Vie est une chanson et le destin est la musique sur laquelle
nous écrivons les paroles à chaque instant.
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Dum spiro spero.
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(I am an anarchist
an anitchrist
an asterisk)
That is beyond rad.
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She choose down.
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I suffer from chronic cases of AWS, or Avatar Withdrawal Syndrome. Be warned: relapses can happen at any time, unless treated with a steady intake of Avatar: The Last Airbender.
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She choose down.
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Why deviously deny me if we all know I won't be commenting on your pieceofshit page anyway?
On my way to the glory of victory! Or a glorious death...
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Nothing as it seems.
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"I am like a prisoner who happens to enjoy an imaginary freedom in his dreams and who subsequently begins to suspect that he is asleep and afraid of being awakened, conspires silently with his agreeable delusions."
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"Sorry I'm late everyone, I had to brutally assault someone."
I'm Neo-Queen Serenity in the deviantART Cartoon Obsession
And I like the stuffs I have read so far!
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She choose down.
I don't mean for them to be so long! I just start writing and then I have to write more and more and MORE. If you ever get around to critiquing any of it, tell me to just chop out whole sections.
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~Haley~
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"If you can imagine it, you can create it. If you can dream it, you will become it." -William Arthur Ward
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She choose down.
*<3* Allise
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She choose down.
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