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Ariadne New Member
since 2000-04-09
Posts 8 |
hey, i know something is amiss here, so please feel free to critique all you want, it could only help ![]() Jacie's Path Somewhere between the hectic tumbles of Austin and the weary bowling alleys of the Carolinas moaning with age, flutters the wavers of memories baby fat I no longer feel on your cheeks Somewhere along that artery you flung all sentiment, all remembrance: me out the window and zipped yourself: fresh into khaki capris aiming your view face front, one foot to the journey the fallen heal to me the ageless caped cursador once of boasting stature-- of sprightly step and learned eye now sulking upon her rusted bones her loosening grip, her reluctant pride as the once towering altar is wrenched from lodgment and fitted anew below the tender soles of Mary Kate & Ashley This time you visit I find cheek bones that were never there: wavering curves that can't seem to agree which way to bend. Yes, this time you visit ghost stories are fed for little kids --true what am I compared to Mtv when now you eat a lady's palate? |
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Broken_Winged_Angel Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 994Small Town, Somewhere |
I am not sure what you were talking about when you wrote this, but it made me think of my Grandma and her struggle with cancer. I really like it. ![]() I awake to a world I don't want. There is no transition for me. I am in heaven. I am in hell. |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
I like this -but I don't know why. It feels desolate and it has a yearning quality to it. Yeah I like it. Jon |
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