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Third-hand LobotomyAn asterisk of the every day Means fewer thumbtacks finding homes And wire frame flowers budding on the wallThird-hand Lobotomy
High gear consequences clot cobwebs in the corner of a clouded vision Requisite urgent needs meet sleep In the moments in-between The disadvantage is lost to fevered new perspective
Greetings to the outside from further without The centre is a lie No other
Futile scraping grates the scathing eye of fate Cyclopean muses prove untrustworthy While mathematical translations interrupt intentions
Through the hedge Unseen hearts and
by ~morejolli
My smileWould that I could do more. No tragedy is to small for me to regret. I am the pillar, the tree, the encircling sky.My smile
I am where I am needed most. At least, I try. I listen, offer comforts, and give meagre advice. But most of all I am simply there.
I earn every second with them in this way. Because I love them. Because I care. Because, though they do not know it, they do the same for me every day.
Every day... ...they say hello. ...they talk, and laugh, and hug. They save my life without trying.
And so I know the value of my tim
by ~morejolli
WrongThe words are so hard to say.Wrong
To confess weakness in the face of adversity is painful. It galls us to admit, but it is true as often as not. Even now it doesn't come easy:
"I don't know."
It is perhaps the most truthful thing we can ever say.
I do not have the answers, and could someone please help?
by ~morejolli
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Do you truly love me?When you say you love me Do you look into my eyes, Or is it my lashes that entice you? When you take my hand Is it really that you want to hold it, Or that you are afraid to take a step alone? Sleeping next to me you say you feel safer, Even though I turn my back to you.Do you truly love me?
Do you truly love me, Or is it just the idea of loving,
which makes your head spin; it’s all just a short indie film.
When you introduce me Your voice rises to a child’s excited pitch As though receiving, A chocolate gift.
When we argue, Do you eve
by ~zuioha
Your ArtI’m through asking you to understand me, because it’s not so big to be miscalculated. I only thought so because it seems to distress you so. How could you be expected to wrap your mind around mine? I don’t expect to wrap mine around yours. I’ll simply let you be and watch you, entranced by your mystery. There’s an art in you I’d never touch, never stain, never question nor judge. So do for me the same, don’t ask me the wherefore and the how, don’t tell me the why which you’ve only guessed. I am a soul trapped in a body, liYour Art
by ~FreakMachine
What an odd sort of thing
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: Soma sema
- Interests: friends, writing, reading, gaming, music, movies
- Favourite poet or writer: William Carlos Williams, E.E. Cummings
- Personal Quote: "Not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious." -Brendan Gill
- Tools of the Trade: My eyes & wits
- Email: morejolli@yahoo.ca
- MSN: morejolli@yahoo.ca
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"These carbon shells,
These fragile dusty frames
House canvases of souls.
We are bruised and broken masterpieces,
But we did not paint ourselves."
--- "Economy of Mercy", Switchfoot
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"All the principles of heaven and earth are living inside you. Life itself is truth, and this will never change." -- Morihei Ueshiba
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I want something good to die for,
to make it beautiful to live
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"All the principles of heaven and earth are living inside you. Life itself is truth, and this will never change." -- Morihei Ueshiba
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The man who never alters his opinions is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind. ~ William Blake
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
~ Lord Byron
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"All the principles of heaven and earth are living inside you. Life itself is truth, and this will never change." -- Morihei Ueshiba
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...Memento Mori... ...
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