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"Saxifrage" working titleThe sidewalk is cracked,"Saxifrage" working title
The image breaks my
Heart. The memories
caught
In leaves and cold
Air. Sky blue beautiful
Image. Here, fine grains
Of dust stain
my
Eyes with tears.
I
Won't forget you, I
Can't. This is
not
Wrong,; I left
you
With lips upturned Smiling
While waiting for
you
To come for
me.
But I waited too
Long and you
never &nbs
by ~agreen-and-goldlake
Take the InnocentTake the innocent and plunge him into obscurity It is what happened to me, I was young and needed light to guide my path I was guided by darkness Here are these tears I cried, in vain I don’t remember ever needing this feelingTake the Innocent
Take the child and make him a man, before he hits puberty of the soul Dress me up in my guise; I’m out to win a few souls tonight As I watch them decay in the firelight, I laugh in recognition of the deadened pain Their faces are raised to mine in adoration, I look out the window and they snap pictures to capture my ghost on film
It is ok, I say, to bre
by ~agreen-and-goldlake
I'm only dreamingThese nights all run by like giants lumbering past on their way to the next meal, but I’m only dreaming. I watch as the walls move in, and see the children’s frightened faces, but I’m only dreaming. My thoughts crush my head, pound in my brain like rats thumping their large tails on the floor, but I’m only dreaming. I remember when I had so many things to look forward to, my walks in the woods under the sun, I remember when I wasn’t so beaten down, when I didn’t depend on one thing to bring me happiness, but I’m only dreaming. I had a life outside of you, but I’m only dreaming. And I can recall moments like snapshots unaltered by digital effeI'm only dreaming
by ~agreen-and-goldlake
It never really changedIt never really changedIt never really changed
Despite the fervent desire that you would be proven wrong, past actions falter and memories whither in the face of the new
Yet, here is the same song dancing in your head, the same song recycled thoughts of past situations intertwined with glimpses of future realities - the melody of infinity
Forever, you'll move up the stairs, her arms outstretched to accept you, but just as quickly reject you
And all of the beauty glow of a moment frozen in time like icicles melting only to drip into snow - forever frozen landscape painting, emo-addict with passion and a gun.
by ~agreen-and-goldlake
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- Current Residence: PA
- Interests: English, editing people's stuff, listening to music, reading, writing
- Favourite movie: Dirty Dancing, Dead Poets' Society
- Favourite band or musician: I like everything...no lie - down to some rap and even bluegrass
- Favourite genre of music: I really like oldies, emo, and rock, but again, I'll listen to anything
- Favourite artist: Megan Morris, God, Van Gogh, Cindy Berg
- Favourite poet or writer: Nathaniel Hawthorne, Stephen King, Emerson, Victor Hugo,Edgar Allen Poe, Dostevesky, Tolstoy
- Favourite photographer: mmm....don't really have one. I like Dom D'Angelo's work and Jason Martin's...that's about it
- Favourite style of art: I like really random, weird paintings, that hint at something wild in the soul
- Operating System: a Windows computer
- MP3 player of choice: a nomad zen
- Favourite cartoon character: Stewie from Family Guy, and the members of Aqua Teen Hunger Force
- Personal Quote: I quit. and It/she/he/whatever hates me.
- Tools of the Trade: any lovely keyboard, the eyes that let me observe the people, paper, a pen, interaction time
- Email: sarah_rodi@hotmail.com
- AIM: godsmackianreign
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I watched a moth try to fry himself against a lighted candle a few weeks ago. I only wished that there were something I wanted as much as the moth wanted to fry himself. Perseverance is an element the moth possessed; why can’t humans possess this too?
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