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The Shimmering VoiceHe had to make his own light, his own beauty, using touch and imagination. Slowly, he ran his fingers over her face. Feeling - memorising -the position of her cheekbones, the shape of her chin and the length of her nose. Tentatively he stroked her hair, it was soft and short.
"Can I have her back....?" The voice glimmered through the darkness.
The blind tramp looked up, and handed the young baby back over to its mother, "Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
"You're welcome," Came the timid reply.
Sound grated against his ears as the pram and child were wheeled quickly away. A distant gurgle kisse

For A Genius Dying YoungFor A Genius Dying Young

I have always pointed out
That stars are brightest when they've died
And that the miracle, that we can still see their light
Is precious. A treasure.

You burn, not like a candle, not like a comet,
You burn like a star.
And when your fire ceases
Your light will still go on
Blessing all of us still under the same night sky—
You will be beaming down at us even after we say goodbye.

I will take the end of you
The flutter that will close your eyes
Knowing that everything bright like you
Too quickly and too unfairly
Departs from us and
Dies.

Shining, showing, growing soft
Dimming, but bright enough a torch
To Ill

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I'm dead, I thought to myself. I watched as a crew member began steam cleaning part of the walkway in front of me. I watched as football stadium lights began to lift out of nowhere, and lit up the street. A breeze flew past me, playing with my dress for a second as it passed. Suddenly a thought occurred to me. If I'm dead, I looked around, then why am I in the park? Why was I here, where's that tunnel of light I'm supposed to see?
I looked up at the bright lights. Are those maybe it? I thought. It doesn't hurt to look at them, but then again, nothing hurts me now. I looked at the cast member, watching them was so compelling to me. I could

MatthewThe silhouette in the back seat seems to say,
what's a few more miles per hour?
Jesus, there ain't any cops around at two AM.
The needle on that glowing green dial shivers, taunting.

After forty days of temptation in the desert,
I turned his breath bitter and blue from nicotine.

The illuminated cone of open road chokes the windshield
And he cranks the gas, feeling his back press against the seat.
A rush of lines and blue-grey pavement.

His fists were scarred, probably thought even Behemoth
was wary of his mirrored sunglasses.

And he thinks: bitch, you're gone,
You're all gone.
Bet you didn't say your prayers right.
He grips th

absolutei once had someone who was like my favorite blanket.
i held him close, felt his warmth and inhaled his scent that helped me fall asleep.
clothed or naked, he treated me indifferently.
all i'm most certain of is that whenever i'm with him,
i'm like near the ocean, or under a shady tree on a scorching day.

i spoke to him the way i spoke to myself in my head; careless, familiar, unafraid.
i used to lie in his arms with a selfish grin, knowing i have found something most people never will.
i don't exactly know what, but whatever it is, it's definitely worth every ounce of my sleepless nights.
i think we never really had to talk; because

Grandma Rose's Story: OneOral Tradition
She told this story one day while she did beadwork and a few of her grandchildren played nearby. She remembered her own grandmother, the one who raised her as a little girl. She talked about a time many years ago, the last time she saw her grandmother.

"My grandmother lived on a place where she had a barn and grain holders and chickens and horses. She used to let me help her take care of the chickens. The horses roamed out to pasture, coming in sometimes for hay she always had ready for them. She and I lived there together. My older cousin, a young man then, stayed w

Things you never forget.You never forget:

Your first day of school.
Your first boyfriend.
Your first kiss.
Your first date.
Your first time.
Your wedding day.
Your childhood.
The day you graduated.
The day your child was born.
The day you did something amazing.
The day you get hired.
The day you get fired.
The day you got recognized.
The day your dog died.
The day you cried at a sappy movie.
The day you did something stupid.
The day you had fun.
The day you didn't care.
The day you wanted to die.
The days you were happy.

All these things happen.
Things that you will never forget.

You might not remember all the details or the date
But you r

soul eater tribute.:: soul x maka ::.

"the fear of touching
others? me too, i have that
fear." and he smiled,

and realized
that the blonde girl by his side
had always touched him.

.:: death the kid ::.

seven syllables
that's all it takes to make it
NOT SYMMETRICAL.

.:: black star x tsubaki ::.

he shouts, and she hears
the small whisper of a child
unsure of himself.

she whispers, and he
hears the hidden inner strength
no one knows she has.

.:: soul x maka ::.

she can't remember
the last time she saw a true
smile on his face

and she can't help but
hope that she'll be the one to
bring it back for good

Prostituteshe struggles from the hardwood like a creamy stallion
drowning in a raging surf. her limbs

the appendages of a white crab spider sprawl bent,
slender supple bones. her eyes

caked on fingernails caked on like dried blood caked
onto her fleshy thighs. her eyes

are wooden chambers locked stone hollow, key swallowed,
dwindling human. Although

her fingertips are faultless pearls, beet hair stiffened curls,
vision whirls, she's still a girl. the atmosphere

folds in like an origami crane collapsing slowly, sharp
corners slicing mostly. Pelvis bony, snowy

shivers, scintillating silver rivers (stream) dampen her tinder.

a dream: li

She is...Her hands are not flawless anymore. Her nails not manicured and perfect in polish.
They are worn, and a little wrinkled with cuticles that seem tired and old. Her nails are cut perfectly, but no polish or manicure grace them.
Her hair no longer falls in curled perfect ringlets of thick wavy strands... They are now mostly tied up carelessly, held in a clasp.
Her lips now wear an all day moisturizing gloss instead of that creamy lipstick that smelled like sun ripened fruit.
Her curves are fuller and her body seems to have grown to adjust for providing comfort and care... and not to tempt.
But her eyes still wear that sparkle... and they are livelier than ever. Her laughter rings out like peals of silver bells and fills up the house, overflowing, till it spills out of the doors and windows and lets the sunshine in.
She may not be the girl I brought home, years ago.... but she is the woman who stayed by my side, through hail and sun, as perfect smiles got replaced by visits to the dentist.

VeritaphobiaYou. Yes you.
Remember how we used to play? Back when you and I were young? Remember how we'd run all day, and please recall the song we sung? It's different now though, isn't it? Your soul is dead, your heart is black. I've never met such a miserable git, you're always so eager to attack.
With your words of venom and wit of ice, I find it harder to cling on. Because of you my old recollections of love are nearly all but gone.
We'll never feel the same again, I cannot see you anymore. You're the one to blame, not me, I mustn't feel guilty for pushing you out our door. I just don't want you anymore. Please don't hit me whilst I lie upo

I broke a mirrorI broke a mirror today.
What it showed me horrified me, so it didn't deserve to live.
The mirror's image was terrible,
it was an ugly mirror, it lied.
It deserved to die.
I crushed it into a million beautiful,sparkling shiny peices with my clunky bare hands.
They carved into my already torn skin, spillling lovely rivulets of red onto the floor.
The mirror was beautiful now that my reflection was gone from it.

Wedding RingWedding Ring

This ring I wear—
On hand, once bare
This symbol that I bear—
Beautiful, like you.

I never wanted diamonds
Eschewing that cold rainbow
I wanted something blue
Sapphires…something that I knew
Diamonds were truly new.

I met you.
Someone stronger,
Sober, loving, true—
There are so few
So few like you.

And what did you think of when you met
And set your eyes on me?
Sharing another drink
Stronger than your tea
And a bond
Breathed in, then yawned
As you brought it from the sink…
We knew we were in sync
I accrued you from beyond—
You, so eager to respond.

This ring I wear
Your ring, there
Upon the

O Dan Rot.Dan Rot, a man
of considerable comic timing
who came on rackety wings around the globe
in thirty days or so,
visiting once again with a night on his heels
copping feels on innocent ladies pillowed in bathtubs,

i.

i was black like night
and i was ringed in rainfall
i was so glorious

a spiraling psyche led me to one thing
and this town never could have contained me
a spinning science to my insanity

bends in the system and curves of the power lines
a beauty to plywood and splinter breaks that cannot be defined
bends in the path, a northward slide

strand you in a parking lot
i was vicious and viscous
and i was perfect

as i die

Le vent du coeurI pretend
the pulse of rain
is a lullaby —

when I say your name
it feels like
thunder in my lungs

— and the howling wind,
sometimes,
sings me to sleep.

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by ~pmadison, Aug 16, 2011, 11:23:06 AM
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I don't remember even going to sleep; I thought to myself, come to think of it, I don't remember even coming home. I closed my eyes tight and tired to rack my brain. Come on, where was I last? Something clicked, and then I was there. It was like watching a movie, I could feel the wind, the bike handle bars, and I could even feel my heart beating.
I watched as I waved goodbye, to my friends as they got into the car. They shouted something to me, but I couldn't understand. I turned back around, and started moving on my bike. The sunshine blaring in my eyes. I squinted, trying to see in front of me. Someone yelled watch out, and a dog came running towards me. I felt the bike bump, as it turned off the curb. I heard barking, as I fell onto the cement. I looked up, hearing a car horn.
I opened my eyes. No, I can't be dead. I looked around suddenly noticing crew members cleaning the street. I'm here; I can feel the wind, I'm breathing. I took a deep breath. I must be dreaming, I have to be dreaming. A feeling sank in me, realization of what happened. I felt the need to cry.

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Sponge you will be missed. Rest in Peace

I have been getting lot's of comments of the picture, (I didn't even think about it when I started writing), The picture is not mine, trust me I wish I could do something like that. Here is where I found it [link]