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  1. Windows

    by , 12-23-2007 at 05:05 AM (Reflections on the puddle of life)
    Every day she undresses
    with the curtains open.

    Her window is a watchful eye
    looking outside.

    Sunset spreads like a blush
    along the horizon, slipping
    into creases of time
    and skin.

    He watches from a room
    in a house across the street.

    His window is a dark eye,
    impenetrably deep.

    Light forms a pool
    between their two rooms.

    When she dives it will be summer
    ...

    Updated 03-07-2009 at 02:25 PM by TheFifthElement

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    , Poetry
  2. Cloud Song

    Cloud Song

    Sweet pink blush
    stretched across the sky
    the rosy tint
    as the suns goodbye

    Soft powder blue
    merges through
    to hold on to the days
    remains

    Soon though
    gentle colored clouds
    will be dissolved,
    transformed into nights
    eerie mist

    With moons-eye
    hanging above
    just barely seen through
    a hazy light fog

    Just a spot
    ...

    Updated 08-20-2008 at 09:38 PM by Dark Muse

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    My Poetry
  3. just three more days!

    So the Christmas tree is still naked in my living room. We spent family fun night last night making paper ornaments for the tree and it was a lot of fun. Today we are going to decorate (I’ll probably take the tree down on Wednesday or Thursday so it seems a little pointless) and go to a friends house to play games. I’m making a big pan of cinnamon rolls to take in exchange for a turkey they can’t fit in their deep freeze and everyone is happy with the deal. Tomorrow we will do Christmas with ...
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  4. Gravity

    by , 12-22-2007 at 03:41 PM (Reflections on the puddle of life)
    It was my birthday last week. It came and went quietly, as these things do, in a day of tiredness and mixed emotions. My daughter was sick, and woke me at 3:30am. At first I didn't realise that she was sick, neither did she, and I wasn't overly sympathetic. Later I was racked with guilt, and so I wrote this :

    (poem deleted)

    which I posted on the forum. This version is slightly different, I have cut the ending. I think this may be for the best, though I am torn. I wonder, ...

    Updated 07-05-2009 at 06:31 AM by TheFifthElement

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    , Poetry
  5. More of the unknown story

    by , 12-22-2007 at 03:39 PM (My Blog...How original.)
    Auni dropped her backpack on the ground next to the door of her house, Eligantia following. They went passed the hall and to Auni's room which she shared with her little sister, Madonline.

    "Looky, Looky, looky, Auni!" Madoline said. "I made picture of you playing piano."

    "I don't play a piano, Mad. And you need to get out, I don't feel good."

    "Then why Eli here?"

    "I'm going
    ...
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