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Personal DayA day like this cannot be caged by barred calendarPersonal Day
squares. One cannot tally and tick off the raindrops as they are swallowed by her pores. Her empty and cold office chair sits rigidly somewhere in the city; it
is waiting for her blood to warm it again. She knows she cannot escape forever, but, for now, she can just
think of freer times as she watches raindrops carve wet trails like translucent tiger stripes down her leg.
by ~anelle
Beauti-product-ful WomanHer lipstick looked like wax, like crayonsBeauti-product-ful Woman
had melted above her teeth in a gruesome semblance of youth. Her skin was bronze, and I wondered when she would become one of those statues, oxidized and green. Her hair was yellow, wheat-chaff dry and styled like an aerosol spider queen had spun a cobweb and a lie (too much mascara is only what people want) above her truest thoughts. I wanted to know what she knew of the world, but
I asked her a leading question instead:
"Would you have, had you been born blind, made up your face or made up your mind?"
by ~anelle
Beautiful Day I was like one of those music box ballerinas. I moved my limbs stiffly in practiced, predictable gestures along an imaginary track as I walked from the end of my register, behind the conveyer belt, and into my little cashier box walls made of grocery bags to the left, register keyboard in front, and computer screen and register drawer to the right. In the background, tired old nineties and eighties pop songs echoed over and over through the grocery store aisles.Beautiful Day
My painted, plastic smile
by ~anelle
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Bird CallI remember moments in your eyes the friction of skin on skin, and the sound of breath on my neck.Bird Call
I remember speaking to you with my eyes, how the sound of your laughter rebuilt me, how, when you sang, it flowed through me like the sound of water cascading over stone.
I tried to tell you, make you see that you are the light reflecting, molten blue, in the waves. You are the feeling of budding roses, and the space between raindrops.
Even when I know every inch of your body, each fear, and joy, and dream in your heart. I still feel wonderment, and
by *Zarathustras-Crown
Circadian HomeWhen tomorrow's dawn brushes dreams into memory I'll still be bathing in the luminescence you leave in your wake.Circadian Home
I don't think you understand the beauty you house, when the outline of your frame gives birth to a pensive smile and you open yourself to contingency.
How, even after all this time, I still harbor the feeling of electricity when the circadian consistency of your voice peels away my ego like paint.
How even after the war when my faith in myself had been repackaged as a hand me down toy, My faith in you still remained.
The only prayer
by *Zarathustras-Crown
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- Current Residence: the honors lounge at university, probably
- Interests: writing, music, drawing, reading, watching
- Favourite movie: Princess Mononoke
- Favourite band or musician: The Shins, Radiohead
- Favourite genre of music: anything excluding rap or country
- Favourite artist: Escher
- Favourite poet or writer: too many to choose...
- Favourite style of art: original
- Operating System: Dell (unfortunately, and never again)
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Shell of choice: conch
- Wallpaper of choice: Those pre-made ones that require no technical know-how
- Skin of choice: untanned
- Favourite game: The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion
- Favourite gaming platform: yes
- Tools of the Trade: pencil, Sharpie, ink pen, colored pencils, word processor
- Email: dweeks417@yahoo.com
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