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Snow Fell...Snow fell on my house, and I thought of you. Out dancing Thursday night, I thought of you. Feel your fire; feel my love inside you so Bright... I almost wish that I felt alone Again. I want an excuse to call you And tell you how often I think of you. Almost. I stroke the face of my cell phone With my thumb, teasing the latex buttons.Snow Fell...
I think and think and then rethink anew Of a heartfelt whimper, a fevered moan,
by *anarchypress
Is That Your Truck?Is That Your Truck?Is That Your Truck?
“Stepping on the gas is like flushing a toilet,” my father used to say of his ¾-ton Chevy pickup. At one time it had been used to haul pigs.
He first taught me how to drive in that great white pig hauler. He sat beside me as I idled it in second gear down the dirt and gravel ruts of our driveway— out beyond his garden and his workshop and into the freestanding garage that divided our backyard from our way way back yard.
It would be years before I mastered a cl
by *anarchypress
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- Interests: Poetry
- Favourite movie: Blue; White; Red
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- Favourite poet or writer: TS Eliot
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(Dark-eyed Boy, sing me the blues
your sweet southern blues;
I will always want you.)
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but, mainly, Stay Classy
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You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
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when she walked, her knees cracked like a pick-up truck driving full-force over a deer carcass.
~stupidvagina
~M
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You are the circus, I am the freak. [link]
*swings away*
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I hear
your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.
-LeRoi Jones
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