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Not quite a river
It's not quite a river but not yet ocean
the air is salty, heavy, fragrant
with the melodies of humanity
all piled one on top of the other.
It is no place for me; you say it
is no place for you either.
We aren't strangers but not quite
yet more. I could stay, but
I would likely fall in love just as you fall out. So
it's better if I go.
The memories of these nights wading
through the humidity and clashing
brass will be far sweeter
aged in whiskey dreams to come.
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Literature
Distillation - working title
And if all I get out of this is a poem
then I'll say that's all I wanted.
And it will be enough, this
distillation. I'll look
back and it'll
make sense
or not.
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Literature
I won't tell
I won’t say what my favorite song is,
I’ll say I have hundreds; I’ll say
I haven’t got a favorite place: why choose
between the mountains and the sea?
And I’ll never give away my favorite color,
because I’d rather chase rainbows, I’ll say--
when truth is I’m adrift in possibilities
that I’m always picking up and discarding.
My favorite song is the rhythm of breath in sleep;
my favorite color is eyes mid-laugh
and my favorite place is the arms of a lover
for I have never mastered the knack of not-loving.
I can’t explain why, when the white tipped
fingers of the sea beckon to me, I
dive from the mountaintop and fall
into their questionable embrace gladly
and that, when they toss me to shore
I race back the brink before my hair is dry.
I won’t even tell you, can’t tell you
because you’re just as much the sea
as the mountain, and it is your breath
that I miss as the ocean rocks me
to a dream of your laughing eyes.
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No Perfect Union Installment 1 :iconwonderkitty:wonderkitty 1 0
Literature
Just Like Paper
When I close my eyes I see you,
lips moving as you say what I already know.
I repeat it like a prayer,
imagine it written on the back of your picture.
I fold it up three times, put it in the pocket
right over my heart and go.
It's just like paper, I tell myself,
it fades, burns, falls apart.
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Literature
With Antigone
We have been bearing our burdens
buried under a city of doubt.
We compared ourselves to Atlas,
bent double under this weight we made.
We likened ourselves to Sisyphus,
suffering our chosen toils.
You and I, sister in shadow,
we have borne this misery as if
we two would weep all the world's tears.
In the dark of this tomb we have shivered,
imagining miles of dark earth
filled with worms, with decay, with
death and the dead and here we have
lived in our quiet fear of what—
But
the dark earth is filled with life;
the decay is sweet food for new growth.
We have lived in our shadows
so long that we shut our eyes
against the sight of our veins,
the life stubbornly pulsing
through our pale thin skin,
blue and desperate and warm.
We aren't buried yet. We can tear
down this dungeon we built; build
a windowed house, a growing house,
where the sun will warm our skin;
a place where our old fears decaying
will fertilize a new courage
for whatever may come.  
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Literature
An idealist's view...
I am an idealist.  This is simply a fact of my nature.  It's a fact that gets me patted condescendingly on the head or shoulder as if it were clearly indicative of some developmental impairment that I have not developed the cynicism of many of my peers.
Well, to all of you who find idealism cute, as a kitten is when it's still chasing dust bunnies, I say "thbbbbbbbbbpt."
Idealism is not always foolish, head-in-the-clouds daydreaming.  As an idealist I simply see no point in settling for something less than what could be by copping out on excuses of human nature, the impossibility of fulfilling the ideal or simply "it just can't work."  
Take, for instance, an interesting, if marginalized issue of this year's presidential campaign: Ralph Nader's fight to get on the ballot and what the Republican and Democratic parties are doing to help or hinder him respectively.
I've heard many people who call themselves Democrats declaring that they would like to keep Ralph Nader off the ballot, and,
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Literature
Gutterballs -finished-
Caught in a crossfire and groping,
inelegant, but alive
we were gutterballs, revolutionaries
in love with defunct dreams.
In the dark of a lonely cell
we set ourselves on fire
and burn, unconsumed,
as if touched by God.
Broken, but undefeated,
surrounded and unnamed,
gutterballs, but not alone,
we search for an unbreakable destiny.
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Literature
This poem is about nothing
A nickel in one pocket,
a quarter in the second,
a hole in the third,
the fourth is empty.
This is a poem about nothing;
this is a poem about you.
Someone whistles in the laundry room,
it's too quiet, there's noise in the hall.
I have finally arrived
to where joy is simply
the thought of clean socks.
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Literature
Poems inspired by Shikibu
When comes the moment
when I will forget
at long last—
not before the irises
glow as bright as the moon.
You passed once
and did not see me
but I watched
and now
there is no forgetting.
How quickly the earth
responds to spring sun's
warmth, but quicker
would I rise
at any kindness from you.
The stream runs over rocks,
teases and calls to me
to follow into unknown woods
but without my ears
it would call all the same.
Every winter snow falls
and buries the dead flowers
will these verses be covered
corpses, or will they be snow
covering me?
The clouds look so soft
but they are too far to touch.
Perhaps it is good
that some lovely things
remain distant.
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Literature
What Can Be Said
What can be said?
I could fall in love again,
so could you.
The world is limitless;
there is always something new.
I'd like to see it all,
try it all, taste it all.
I'd like you
to see it, try it, taste it
with me.
What joy is there we don't share?
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Literature
Last night
Last night when it was getting cold
I went out and stood naked in the shadows of my yard.
I think the neighbors saw me,
but they said nothing over the newspapers this morning.
Perhaps they thought I was a ghost
or some Midwest Indian spirit,
but it was just me,
waiting for the all-over ache
to remind me I'm alive.
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Literature
Sometimes
For some it's an act of will just to go on,
sometimes the sum of everything wraps around back
to zero and the tumbling of the beads of the abacus
cannot answer the simplest equation of the total value
of fighting on and on,
sometimes you lie in the ash
of your crumbling boundaries only
because they are softer than the living
grass in whose layers are hidden corpses
that prick your skin in spite.
Sometimes it's an act of will and will is fragile,
like a burnt log still giving off heat
that could at any moment crumble
into ash and tumble through the grate
with no resistance.
But sometime the will is also elastic that stretches
thin but farther than you think it can
and, though worn thin in spots,
sometimes it holds,
holds tightly with the force
of will buried in the words "this too
shall pass."
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Literature
Even When We're Asleep
Even when we are asleep
No moment is perfect.
Suspended between the power and
the inevitable
(like a Green Man waiting
to be sacrificed for the next spring)
each joy has its corresponding pain—
if only the fear that joy
is a mayfly born in January.
This is Persephone's sorrow,
the tension of the cross,
the smile on the morning after,
the grip so tight it hurts.
It's how we know we're alive,
even when we're asleep.
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Literature
Ode to a Math Major
Ode to a Math Major
Is Math some other country?
Its own language, its own customs,
all foreign to me,
a simple poet.
Math is a language; and though
I can't understand it, I love
to hear it spoken
by someone who can.
Perhaps there is an ocean there--
though I'll go on ignoring it--
and an impoverished poet,
like me, can't afford passage.
It isn't fair; there should be
some exchange program:
a few lines of my verse
for a few of your equations.
No, I refuse to believe
that some wide ocean divides.
You're standing right there,
but you simply won't look up at me.
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On the cusp of turning 18, Monique is generally bored with life.  She could go to college, but she doesn't really feel like it and her parents aren't really pushing her to - not that they've had many conversations about it, Monique's parents are divorced, independently wealthy and spend much of their time traveling around with their new significant others.  Monique doesn't mind, really.  She has all the liberty that every other teenager craves.

And it's getting boring.

She isn't stupid, she doesn't do hard drugs, just smokes like a chimney and drinks from time to time.  You'd think everyone at school would be lining up to be her friend, with all that she can do and get away with and the toys her parents buy her to make up for never being around, but she doesn't play the usual high school games either and hasn't really bothered showing up to her last semester much anyway.  Graduation's in the bag, she's not planning to walk.  Her parents won't be there anyway.

She's smart, sarcastic, suffering from heavier than usual adolescent ennui, and still has the fearlessness of a child who hasn't learned about mortality yet.  She was bound to get into some kind of trouble eventually.

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United States
Current Residence: Somewhere between where I've been and where I'm going
Favourite genre of music: like something of everything.
MP3 player of choice: IPod
Personal Quote: I get all the alone time I need in the shower, and I'd be willing to give that up.
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phantomphan2309 Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
So, I wanted to continue the RP...?
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JonMan94 Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2012
:poke: are we still rping?
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JonMan94 Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2012
Hey ^^; sorry about today, I got really busy XP
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LadyPhrasieclea Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Sorry was eating!
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LadyPhrasieclea Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I had to put the child to bed. See you! :D
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Hello random deviant heres a llama for you enjoy!
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:nod: consider yourself WATCHED young lady! (amazing writing.. i like lots! :) ) remember me? :D
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Emilya282 Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2009
Um, me?

I want to roleplay, sorry..
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ChimeraEmpire Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2009   Digital Artist
Sorry, but this chain letter is for real.
When Anne Wichert got it for the first time, she ignored it and a week later the love of her life dumped her for no good reason so BEWARE, and just send the stupid letter!!!!!!


The Lovers of the Heart


In order to form a more perfect kiss, enable the mighty hug to promote
to whom we please but one kiss.


Article 1:

Statement of Love:
The Kiss


1.Kiss on the hand
I adore you

2. Kiss on the cheek
I just want to be friends

3. Kiss on the neck
I want you

4.Kiss on the lips
I love you

5.Kiss on the ears
I am just playing

6.Kiss anywhere else
lets not get carried away


7. Look in your eyes
kiss me

8.Playing with your hair

I can't live without you

9. Hand on your waist
I love you to much to let you go


Article 2:
The Three Steps


1. Girls:
If any guys gets fresh with you, slap him.

2. Guys
If any girl slaps you, her intentions are still good.

3.Guys & Girls
Close your eyes when kissing, it is rude to
stare.

Article 3:
The Commandments


1. Thou shall not squeeze too hard.

2.Thou shall not ask for a kiss, but take one.

3.Thou shall kiss at every opportunity.

* Remember *

A peach is a peach
A plum is a plum,
A kiss isn't a kiss
Without some tongue.
So open up your mouth
close your eyes, and give your tongue some exercise!!!

Here are a few reasons
why guys
like girls:

1. They will always smell good
even if its just shampoo

2. The way their heads always
find the right spot on our shoulder

3. How cute they look when they sleep

4. The ease in which they fit into our arms

5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world

6. How cute they are when they eat

7. The way they take hours to get dressed
but in the end it makes it all worth while

8.Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside

9. The way they look good no matter what they wear

10. The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think
she's the most beautiful thing on this earth

11. How cute they are when they argue

12. The way her hand always finds yours

13. The way they smile

14. The way you feel when you see their name
on the call ID after you just had a big fight

15. The way she says 'lets not fight anymore'
even though you know that an hour later....

16. The way they kiss when you do something nice for them

17.The way they kiss you when you say 'I love you'

18.
Actually ... just the way they kiss you...

19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry

20. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly

21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt
22. Then the way they apologize
when it does hurt. (even though
we don't admit it)!

23. The way they say 'I miss you'

24. The way you miss them

25. The way their tears make you want to
change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore..... Yet regardless if you love them,
hate them, wish they would die or
know that you would die without them ... it matters not. Because once in your life,
whatever they were to the world
they become everything to you.
When you look them in the eyes,
traveling to the depths of their souls
and you say a million things without trace of
a sound, you know that your own life
is inevitable consumed within
the rhythmic beatings of her very heart.
We love them for a million reasons,
No paper would do it justice.
It is a thing not of the mind
but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.

*

This chain started in 1887.
It is a love chain letter.....................................

In an hour you are supposed to send it to 25 people.
It is easy, just look into chat rooms and find them.
Anyway, send it to 25 people in 1 hour..
Now here comes the fun part.
You then say the name of the person you like or love and then the person will say 'I love you,' or 'Will you go out with me?'

NO JOKE!!!!!


NOW

THE CONSEQUENCES


The consequences are:

If you break the chain letter,
you will have bad luck in future
relationships. If you don't
break the chain, then you will be a
happy camper!!!

CoNgRatULaTioNs!!

You have been chosen
to participate
in the
LONGEST
and the
LUCKIEST
chain letter on the Internet!
Once you read, this letter you must
IMMEDIATELY
(meaning within
the hour)
be sent to
25
people After
you send it,
make a wish
and it will come
TRUE

YOU MAY NOT WAIT
FOR A CERTAIN TIME
TO SEND
IT........ REMEMBER,
IT MUST BE SENT
TO
25
PEOPLE WITHIN 1 HOUR, OR
YOUR WISH WILL NOT COME
TRUE!
If THIS CHAIN LETTER IS
CONTINUED UNTIL
THE YEAR 2010, IT WILL BE PLACED IN
THE GUINNESS BOOK
OF WORLD RECORDS!

PLEASE CONTINUE IT NOW!!!

*WARNING*


IF YOU DO NOT PASS THIS ON,
SOMETHING BAD OR WORSE
WILL HAPPEN TO YOU:

NOTE*

THE MORE PEOPLE YOU SEND THIS TO
THE MORE LUCK YOU WILL HAVE IN YOUR LOVE LIFE.

IF YOU BREAK THE CHAIN LETTER
(IT HAS BEEN GOING SINCE 1887)

YOU WILL HAVE BAD LUCK
WITH YOUR LOVE LIFE

FOR SEVEN YEARS. THIS IS NO JOKE.
GOOD LUCK
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