Like dispersed matter,
we coalesce to her inky mouth.
She pulls us in
Slick rocks- crisp, gleaming dark depth;
clinging droplets of wishes.
United forces to keep from falling:
we exist.

His glazed eyes travel along with his impolite hands; the crooked fingers tracing in impatience- a familiar routine it seemed by now. Tonight, I played the part because I was dry on excuses; the last one I was proud of for its creativity but felt a pang of guilt at how obviously desperate it sounded: "If Queen Elizabeth the 1st suffered by refusing ( Read more... )

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This is way over my head
I don't know how to take it

He would make me smile and laugh

Okay I know you guys wouldn't care but if you want to see the most beautiful picture of Bob dylan look at my page

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OH LORD, i'm so happy Tina's going with me to Ocean City holy hell thank you, thank you!!! I'ts gonna be the shizzniz!

It just keeps getting worse. Thanks God just keep taking a big shit on me and my friends.

JESSI'S GUNNA LIVE DOWN THE STREET FROM ME!

when the maple stretched her back-
first twisting,
then arching,
collar bones
exposed, red
curly hair breaking over dark shoulders,

a hundred pounds of ash
traveled down the mountain
just to breathe on her neck.