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Gray, Cold Sky
The brim of his hat
is dusted with snowflakes,
he shakes it out on the stoop.
Birds sail past,
their song catching the wind.
The dull crunch of
children's boots, leaving trails
in the day-muddied snow.
A stillness to the air
chills him to his bones,
entities gone brittle with age.
Clomping his shoes on the mat,
his flings open the door,
greeted by a welcome
one can only expect from
a respite from such chill.
Green Apple Lips
Green apple lips.
Tart to taste,
words flow
sweet and sour.
Pucker, darling.
I like the apple,
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| 03:24pm 26/11/2006 |
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Orion's Belt
Orion's Belt:
Three crisp dots
visible even through
the city's smog.
My heart rends for
Orion, for his sense
of duty must be so
to outweigh Atlas'.
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| 11:33pm 21/07/2006 |
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Two new poems that I just wrote. I usually never post poems that have just been written because I can never tell if they are good or not, but I am in a weird mood tonight.
( Poems written only minutes ago ) |
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| 12:52pm 07/07/2006 |
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I.
You won’t see yourself in this.
I refuse to let you see the whisper
of an echo
in a cavern
in the distance
through the wrong end of a telescope
trivial, miniscule, glimpse of you.
You’ll leave today without a clue.
Your eyes with their
probing
searching
lovely
deep-set gaze
will remain figuratively shut.
Your voice with its
laughing
sensual
honeyed timbre
will continue to run unchecked.
You will never decipher my code
as my words are cloaked in mystery,
and the next time you hold me
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| 10:47pm 24/08/2005 |
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I am now going to post a massive amount of poetry. If I've ever shown you my poetry, you've probably already seen them. So don't bother. Again, it is for me. Especially since if my computer ever crashed I don't have them backed up. And that would be tragic.
( The Older Stuff )
Whew. I feel the need to light a cigarette after that post.
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| Greetings. |
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| 10:26pm 24/08/2005 |
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mood:  accomplished music: Coldplay
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Hey, this is just Stephanie, and from now on I am going to post poetry to this journal. It is mostly for myself, to keep track of them and whatnot. |
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