The Yaris -in the style of Poe Once upon a snow day dreary, while I drove home through glass bleary,The Yaris -in the style of Poe by ~Glitt3r
Over many snow mounds and ice patches on, my way from the store,
While I slowed, fingers tapping, on my brakes was gently tapping,
Praying to turn without crashing, crashing into someone's door.
Tis possible to turn here, I thought, without crashing into someone's door.
Prayed I this, and nothing more.
Then, methought, the car moved faster, pushed in speed by unknown caster,
And swung by panic, now my foot pressed hard upon my Yaris floor.
'No,' I cried, 'I will not hit thee – red car, oh why there sit thee!
Begone – begone and let me roll continued upo
Nuevo Maria by ~Glitt3rFog perhaps... I stopped.Fog perhaps... by ~Glitt3r
The yellow brick path was hidden
I couldn't see through the thick fog
fog like from movies... I thought.
A puzzle lay before me.
But I couldn't see it to find the pieces.
I looked up desperate
as if calling on spirits from sailors of old
to let the stars guide me.
It was cloudy but for one star.
I let go of fear and followed the star.
untitled Sometimes I drive with the windows downuntitled by ~Glitt3r
and listen to all the wind
and let my hair blow
It's so hot my air conditioner can't be felt
but the breeze can take me away
My hair whips around my face
I take the back roads so I can speed
It makes me feel famous
I turn my stereo up
and dream I'm in a music video.
The Pitch of Slumber If time should take me to the fieldsThe Pitch of Slumber by ~miss-construe
Split my hands with labor
and bend my spine
like a green stick
I will craft a roof
to rest beneath
and quiet the shuffling of my thoughts
with the rhythm of diligence
If time should set me adrift
Harden the soles of my feet with distance
and paint my face with lines of inquiry
I will keep my possessions
on my back
and my thoughts far from destination
If time should round my belly
Sound in me
a consonance of heartbeats
I will mold my arms with new significance
and tune my voice
to the pitch of slumber
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Use Webshots by `vest| I write and I can't stop. My desk is cluttered with ink pens and post-its. I have started short stories on paper towels. I envy poets. I hate my own poetry. I do it as a therapy but I have no illusions of my skill. I used to be addicted to photo-manipulation. I had some great stuff. It's gone now, because I had a moment. I currently spend time writing/going to school/making useless items for the Sims 3/playing way too many games. I am married and enamoured. I have distant dreams for children but I have a stronger dream to write, teach, and travel. You're perfectly flawed You're perfectly incomplete Like cracks in the glass And faded photographs |
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Lock up your daughters tonight, General.
Sheep-Lovers-Club is looking for some new members!
Would you like to join?
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Sheep everywhere.
Sheep planet!!!!
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i thought that was a very good question,
you's need to have the most high tech phone to show some one like, say he1z's work.
bells gone, next class.
bye bye
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...down to the earth I fell
with dripping wings
heavy things won't fly...
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My mind is writing code all the time.
I canīt liberate myself of this obsesion.
Please help me.
While(!Me.death)programming++;
Isn't it funny how just because *you* do something (like your example of the 'emo' style glasses). It's like they think just because THEY did it, nobody else can do anything even slightly akin to it.
Sigh. People are so narrow minded.
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