IiieeeYou can’t hear the traffic from this campus. There’s a busy street that passes right by it, but you never hear the cars. The snow, when it falls, falls lightly, and stays pristinely white and untouched while the snow outside begins to melt away. You can’t see the city at night, but you can see the mountains past it. The sky is always blue, even if it’s discolored by pollution a mile away. There’s no garbage, no papers, no cigarette butts; the walkways are not cracked. The grass is bright green, all the blades are the same length. When leaves fall from the trees, they do not fall on the walkways. All the colors match;Iiieee
Wine-reddened facesL (New Years Eve)Wine-reddened faces
I hear music coming from strange places On a moon-lit, star-less, un-warm night While bidding goodbye to all sweet wine-reddened faces,
All long-haired, human children and singular joy traces, And after ten seconds counted almost exactly right I hear music coming from strange places.
Apprehended at the door, numb fingers unable to tie laces We exit the living room, slipping silently out of sight And, flattering, the night forgives our wine-reddened faces.
In un-warm wandering, cloudy breath the emptiness erases, Heavier than feet co
water under the bridgewe are: inconsistant or water under the bridge a sum of two opposing variables a sixteen inch tire burning bright under the weight of a dull river spilling into the sovereignty of bloody ocean a land constant with change speckled with nickels and dimes from the sunwater under the bridge
on the surface; we are lacking gravitas or gravity the situations arise at the slightest inconvience lackluster but hardly abused for our worth
we mean little but all too much and it's at a moment's notice
when our doors go ringing through the littoral neighborhoods; burst
'tis appreciated!
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.. L'enfer c'est les autres ..
Jean-Paul Sartre
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I like walking in the rain...because no one can see I'm crying
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"Catch white handed nymphs in shady places to woo sweet kisses from averted faces" -Shelley
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I like walking in the rain...because no one can see I'm crying
well, ... official welcome to your new devart id and felicitations on this most auspicious(?) day.
i am very gladdened by your comment on my poem
bye for now
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-if you believe the gossip you hear about me then why are you so torn and trying not to believe it?
-definition of gossip- sad, bitter people spreading rumors about people they want you to disslike just cause they do.
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"Catch white handed nymphs in shady places to woo sweet kisses from averted faces" -Shelley
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