December 2010
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I am a God
I am a God I can see a hundred days Into every direction I can hold a hundred years Unto my weightless shoulders But I am nothing
I am a God I can hear the sound of Wool growing on a sheep I can hear the sound of Age creeping into your hands But I am nothing
I am a God I can breathe the life Into a hundred wooden soldiers I can breathe death Into a hundred fleshed soldiers But I am nothing
I...
Post-its
Post your drawings Post your sewings Post your laughings Post your sketch book OR I’LL DO IT FOR YOU.
For harimau-king: I promise you a real poem one day (notrly).
Ghostly Shenanigans
“Speak O apparition!” He said They keep running round and round
Round and round Create a spiral
Round and round Of unimaginable chaos
Round and round Laughing wildly
Round and round Run!
Run!
Before they catch you In it
For ghostlymobster
Walking on Little Steps
When you took that step
Into the spiralling darkness
We cannot stop you
But
We will
Be the little
Steps that hold you
Cushion your heavy foot
And guide you gently downwards
Land
So we can
Show you steps
Small and lightweight
Not too solid nor too empty
To guide you back all the way up
For candyrotsmyteeth: To be honest, I’d stick with beaverdroppings. Also I couldn’t align the...
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Vintage Laughter
Like a grainy hackle
From bleary reminiscence
Faded colours
Laugh lines
Delicate dresses
Now frayed at the hem
As the shadows approach
For theroadtolife
Little Tiger
Leave a tiger By your room Guarantee joy Chase away doom
Leave a tiger For the child Pull them away From the wild
Leave a tiger To bid adieu Exorcise evil Exorcise you
Giraffe
For giraffeparty: really, you’re not worth the effort.
Cake.
I’m going to write each and every follower I get something. Most probably a poem.
a) because I feel like it
b) I need to write more anyways
c) actually how many of you even look at this blog? You make my heart break, really.
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Dear Santa
It was a minute past midnight You creep down like a mouse But more stealthy Past the living room A quick glance beneath the tree Disappointment You walk
Outside into the cold It’s okay because you have a hat And you told him You had no chimney Your mailbox will make do Until further notice Your sock taped on the side (What was a stocking?)
It flies in the air Like a polka-dotted flag Empty and...
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on msn with raru
nessicake:
It feels like someone just stepped on my own heart.
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Jacob Black
Sister 1: Yeah I'd marry Jacob Black but he's already...what was it? Implanted? Transported?
Me: ...Imprinted?
Sister 1: Yeah that.
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Wawawawawa.
Been watching/reading Durarara.
Shizuo is a very, very unfortunate child.
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Watchkaramsama:
A day of high school students in Korea.
This is also what goes on in my head.
The Sound of Sadness
I have heard the sound of Sadness It is a fearful cry. Not hideous or fierce like the shrieks of children Or weak like the selfish whimpers. It chills the blood, horrific and melancholy. Strangled and smothered in pain. I have seen Sadness in her glory Pale and frail I have seen her eyes. Burned by Despair’s cold, sharp rain. But still dry. Empty. Enclosed in a tomb. Reason...
