Spring CleaningP.S.- I love those purple trees that flower on my campus. They call to the poet within, waking him from his long winter nap.
Quarters"Quarters"Quarters
[1st Part]
There’s someone I want to introduce to you. Oh, yes…. Hello, nice to meet you, glad you got the position, hope your dog gets better and all that. Now please save the rest of your infernal salutations, murmurings, and professionally-competitive chatter for later. There’s something to be done and my lot don’t hold with idle hands. Anyway, that’s the one, and he’s just finished his job. Wait, THAT is him leaving the building right now. Alright, it’s been a busy day, and I think I’ve a migraine or embolism or something. &
To a Friend's Conviction"To a Friend's Conviction"To a Friend's Conviction
As ever, stands your strong beliefs so tall and proud. My friend, the flames of your convictions calm the nerves and warm with care's commitment all who sit about its steady glow.
To a Friend's Voice"To a Friend's Voice"To a Friend's Voice
You always sing and croon and laugh your funny little laugh, then sing again. The wealth of nations is but change to the unchanging joy of your sweet, friendly voice to me.
Unwashed Memory"Unwashed Memory"Unwashed Memory
Tired and numb from ear to ear, he slid the key into the lock. Old lock, it seemed, not because of any external sign of wear or decrepitness. It just felt old, the way the ridges of the key scraped along the inside and the hollow sound of the turning reverberating through the door's light wood. The inside was a mess that smelled of makeshift meals, leftover pizza and dust. Still, it was an obviously coordinated mess and an eminently appetizing smell. It all alluded to a cluttered lifestyle so specific to one frame of life, unmemorable at 24 per secon
A New PassionBeneath the waves of your soft and timeless beauty I dive deeper with every passing day Fully immersed in the depths of your secret places Where merely a sigh washes existence away I am consumed by the fire in your ardent eyes Your glance ignites my soul’s wistful ember Arousing a new passion burning intense and wild Loosing the fetters of life’s cruel encumber Come into me and I will come into you Like wind stirring across the starry night Unseen hands caressing the everlasting creation Enamoring hidden wings of dauntless flight Willfully I surrendeA New Passion
We The ArtistsWe are the artists, and We lay claim to the stars. Frequenting the corridors of Metaphors of broken hearts. (Never empty of emotion, We dive head-first in parts), And we lay claim to the stars, And our own broken hearts. As we stumble through twisted dreams, Without a backward glance. And, like demons, dance and prance, Inciting vicious visions 'til our very last, breath. Until my own sweet death.We The Artists
We are the artists, and We pray for falling stars. 'Cause only stars th
HappilyAnd I don't think cancer would bother me, Terribly. I would welcome the lump in my throat, Irresistibly. Weaving out a repetition of my father's life, Posthumously.Happily
And I don't think I'd want to lose you, Finally. I would run nightly to you, Endlessly. Spinning out a present with a certain future, Beautifully.
Living without doubt or fear, Happily.
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"Many a man hath done so; sought to fence
In straitened bonds the soul that should be free,
Trodden the dusty road of common sense,
While all the forest sang of liberty" -- Oscar Wilde
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"Many a man hath done so; sought to fence
In straitened bonds the soul that should be free,
Trodden the dusty road of common sense,
While all the forest sang of liberty" -- Oscar Wilde
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[link]
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Fæ dør
Frænde dør
Selv jeg dør engang
Men et jeg ved
Som aldrig dør
Dommen over hver mands død
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Drafted memeber of [link]
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§ister §tyx
~~~~§oft music may carry you off to sweet dreams, ~~~~
~~~~~~~~but swift wings carry you off to silent §leep.~~~
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3 days left
Deadly Widows
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Love is a choice.
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