

Can you?Can you love oneCan you?
you don't know? Can you taste the fruit
before it's ripe? Can you walk on previously
untrodden snow? Should you kill yourself before You've lived life?
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Like a lame war horse I, Struggle through this, Forest of two trees, Of flowers, And bees


Tribute To The TenTRIBUTE TO THE TENTribute To The Ten
Ten dead. One too many, none the ideal,
To which we aim and yet, One too many families made to feel, A pall of sorrow more black, Than the clothes they bear.
Is it that we cannot see, The sorrow our carnage created? We feel it though. Dearest departed, Oh, we hardly knew ye.
And now with ten more head, of stone to add to the yard, I hope it will be said, In shame as the dead are lain, "The weekend may have hit us hard, But with us must lie the blame."
Oh, one more dead! The news breaks. &


WIP:The Lonely FishNobody had known weather this severe before. Everyhing froze where it was. Nobody and nothing could move. The only noticable movement was in the snow which dangled and settled in the hollow city. The parklands seemed devestated by it's emptiness. So much effort had gone into todaysWIP:The Lonely Fish
preformance. It seemed like something conjured from a child's dream. The pond, pristine and frozen,
looked like a set stage. Reeds, cold-snapped to attention, framed the stage and served to focus the
audience on it but of course there was no audience. Light, filtered through the trees, was p


Am I?~ I'm so bored. I've finished my test twenty minutes early & I have one of those cruel supervisors who insists that we keep our papers until times up! - Poor you. ~ Should I be writing to myself? - Will anyone catch you? ~ Probably not though I don't care. - I'm sure ~ You're not very talkative. - Sorry, I'm but a whim of your boredom. I'm not very developed as a charector. ~ You seem developed enough to me ... - You're very bored aren't you. *insert ~'s scribble here* ~ Don't you just hate it when your pens refuse to work? - Indeed. Please stay out of my spaceAm I?


10 moments of silence10 moments of silence
[Ten moments of silence.]
I
I fell in love with the full, fluffy heaps of white on sidewalks, the icicles that clung to gutters and railings.
II
My mountains changed; They’re blue and ridged now. The summers bleed the pavement like steaming gray socks.
Shade does not offer solace from moist, viscous air. In the afternoons, if luck chances by, the humidity lofts into thick purple clouds and rain slaps hot pavement.
I can breathe.
III
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In the end, no matter how much you have fought, you'd be alone. No matter how many times you smiled, you were broken.
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"we all have rough patches, but with or without us life keeps going, so we have to move with it, and if we have to you'd better do the damn same"
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