

Stumbling After YouI want toStumbling After You
shout it
from the mountain tops, not whisper it in the alleyways,"Tomorrow is far away, and too crowded." Let's stow away in corners and letters until the coast is clear, the sun goes down, when the fireflies come out to find lovers of their own.
I want to know what they've known. I want to bear all of these delicious burdens.
Your mouth is like waking up early on Saturday morning, warm and difficult to leave. And when you go it takes


Low To The GroundI thought of hurting you, but I've had darker notions, like calling you up for coffee or drinks at 3 in the morning. Or becoming your shadow, only coming out when youLow To The Ground
aren't spreading someone else's legs. As of late, all I can do is sort and sift through boxes and photographs, think of sleeping around until you call again. I've got the money if you've got the time to stop in and spoon-feed me fairytales of love, and restful nights, and beauty, and of never feeling this low to the ground.
I'm all knots and tangles. You're d


Quickly, SweetlyI'd forgotten what joy is -- what it's like to hear California play the house sits in holy stillness of these trembling keys, they mimic my insides when he touches my shoulders in the sunlight or when he asks how long it will be until he sees me again I wish I could give him my heart, (the way he picks up any idle instrument: quickly, sweetly, truly) but he oQuickly, Sweetly


Seasons Spun Times Square was deserted, save for the hundreds of snowflakes and their icy partners, dancing through the air. And myself. I was a lone, solitary figure, dwarfed by the city's enormity. I stood with my hands at my sides, impatiently. So much so that it made me nervous, frantic even. I had been standing there a long time. Longer than the snow had been falling. I had oulasted the leaves, the blossoms. The seasons spun on without me. Or perhaps I had journeyed on without them. &nSeasons Spun
Devious Comments
-Le Sprite
i really like your writings... ur very talented ^.^
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~this is just a dream~
shouts to the other 2/3s of the .:three-o:.
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DEUS EX MACHINA!
Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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Today is the perfect day to die...BATCH!
At any rate, I'm glad that my poetry was able to inspire you.
-Kans
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No, i don't live near there. I live more in the northwest part, around Gary-ish.
and i think you're wonderful.
Keep writing.
i have to watch you, : )
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i give it all. now theres a reason why i sing. so give it all. and its these reasons that belong to me.
today i offer up myself to this, im living for my dying wish, i give it all. now theres a reason...theres a reason...to give it all.
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"But he who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose" ~Anne Bronte
OMG! you're a GENIUS! Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ? Free to enter, 100k prize. You MUST win it!
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