ROFLYou'd think I'd have done something with my life by now, with my work... Meh. Some people are trees, but there are a shit load more of us that are grass. :-P
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Burden of ShivaBurden of ShivaBurden of Shiva
It helps to realize you're dying.
See, the thing is, you never asked about it - never looked for it and it was there, at least for a moment, in the early stages that chance for innundation; revivification. It was in the eyes,
movement. A moment to realize, then its gone.
Maybe its better, maybe you're better off.
Sometimes when we talk about Canada, mention terrorism, any of the various other things we know nothing about suddenly an ape can become a god, hold his stick proudly and declare to the world - "you know what? fuck you." &nb
by ~manadrake
Eat or be EatenEat or be EatenEat or be Eaten
Its like this: two hours till sunset, two hours, and all you can think about is passion - the strength of man to belittle the storm. And outside blares warm Latino accordian, polka-esque, inside thoughts are much colder; calculation - as if Scrooge himself had never met the ghosts and instead partitioned out threads, strands of fate; of cost the wages of things.
And if you wonder, you fall. The television light dreams of dark things... you should be feeling sorry for the soldiers, those brave souls embracing death for a caus
by ~manadrake
The Post Office and MosesThe Post Office and MosesThe Post Office and Moses
I know two things -- People, and the Post Office.
Two colors: blue and red priority packaging and angry faces.
"After all, Son, the Pony Express could get a letter from Lubbock to Chicago in just under a week. -- Took you 10 days."
"Yesser, sorry. My horse was bred in India. He's used to
Asian climates."
by ~manadrake
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kerrville poem 37’žShe wants to kiss the musicians drinks water from a straw seeks to know if his wordskerrville poem 37
could detect her movements from across the world it seems that far this must be why she hasn't heard them
in so many days
She smiles into dark curls- moon face wants to kiss the musicians and pull him under her cover of sky and salt and sweat wake him in the dusty hours to whisper through sheets sees him turning restless from so far away
She misses having someone to sleep next to smiles into dark curls- moon face wants to kiss the musi
by ~panika
trailer trashwoodstained fakestrailer trash
glow lily white
linoleum peeling
back from a corner skystained carpet
wall-to-wall prefabricated
emotion
lurks
tap-tap-tap, deafening
rain on a tin roof
wind whistling in tune through the insulation cracks bleed black around the edge
pressboard
sink
tears
recycled
yellowing circles
tint the ceiling fan
swirling stale air
floor groans
at every step adjusting
to the weight
doors close,
locks
by ~milath
Midnight Dragonby *reeks
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- Current Residence: Lubbock, Texas
- Favourite poet or writer: Mark Strand, Charles Bukowski, Terry Goodkind, George R.R. Martin
- Favourite style of art: Fantasy
- Email: manadrake@aol.com
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- MSN: manadrake@hotmail.com
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Breaking entering
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Breaking entering
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