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oh how you've captured me and oh to be captured
i'll accept my quiet fate
transfixed in your spells and confused with your magix
with glowing and growing i'll have to compose the night's song
and rejoice in the sweetness of being alone...

mild twistings in the narrow aisles with a thick patterned sweater. down low to the ground to hear the good earth. she whispers sweet nothings in his wide open ears. she speaks the language he knows so well. the answers he gives make no sense to me.

she says run run little girl. you'll find your manchild someday. he's waiting for you. i'm sure of it. with an epic pointless note and a snap of the wrist she was gone. away to the frozen tundra.

there's a rag between the door and its frame and rosemary burns beneath my bed. my hands protest the cold, dull winter but a red bird still hides in the leafless bush. the table is long and you sit on its end. i guess i'll have to forget your vibrant blue bike.

"But he turned into the wind" said the hand to the man. Like a quick flash breath and a hard top wink. No cage could catch him. Nothing heavy, nothing strong. He dances in the currents of the big moon's glow and speaks only what the white dog will teach. Of the earth and the herbs and the bountiful lust. Quick on his toes, he escapes fortune's ( Read more... )

it was tucked away, tucked deep in my boot. protected from the damp snow and close. real close. absorbed through my skin and contaminating the blood. rushed straight to my limbs and fingers and toes. passed the 791's and 658's. no shadows but hidden behind the towering shelves.

So, I've decided to make a live journal. It feels a little surreal. I suppose I made one because I've recently been posting a lot of blogs on my myspace page and I think that this could give me a little more room to write without feeling like I'm saying too much....or something. I'm sure it'll be fun, even though my friend says live journal was the ( Read more... )