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  1. Not Happy

    [COLOR=Green][SIZE=3][FONT=Garamond]So it’s like being shoveled to turn the door knob
    You’re sweating as they pushing you out
    Seems that everyone has grown bigger
    And the room is getting smaller
    One out many
    So sorry, they choose you quietly

    And it’s like being force to drink the glass empty
    Though you can’t stand and have to take a pee
    But you sit still and look happy
    And the cocktail feels like ****
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  2. windiest day

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Imported Poems)
    and i say
    and i say

    anything would've been
    easier than
    life.

    nursing this hematoma
    on my heart
    praying for strength,
    i try to forget
    to escape for one
    second the smell of
    you, your voice,
    my pain -

    why doesn't pain block the pain?

    i wish i knew your secret...
    i'm bad at backburning
    there are no firebreaks
    why can't i stifle ...
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  3. The Sunday Mourn

    [COLOR=SandyBrown][SIZE=2][FONT=Century Gothic]Shadow is he the dearest one
    Yet never too far, though beyond my touch
    As imaginary heaven
    Hides behind the laden sky
    A beautiful absurd figure, cuddle up in bright light
    The fairy sonnet
    The highest peak
    Everything I have
    Which my soul long to fill

    I call upon his name in the besieged hours
    In my solitude, the bitterest sour
    “Shall I compare thee to a ...
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  4. 911

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Imported Poems)
    blackened catfish sweet
    rivers grey ash stampeding through
    new york corridors
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  5. little girls in strollers againing

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Imported Poems)
    do you remember?
    when we milled around this cobbled
    street
    bricks overlaying grass, trees dying
    'round the city
    giving their lives to structures
    in the suburbs
    we stand here today
    on the corner of 11th and
    market
    the cobbles are gone
    replaced by pavement
    like amnesia over love
    in 100 years not
    one of our bodies
    will remain
    though we may return in
    new ones
    ...
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