marine-andresonWhisper

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The clumsy oceanWaves - / glide towards the shore so gracefully / only to trip and crash headfirst onto the sand,
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Jun 22, 2012
Style and VoiceSuch style / Your clothing speaks - loudly / Serving the function of your voice
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Jun 2, 2012
Bodies of water at sunsetAir under the wings as we rush upwards, peeking out our windows / Molten metal winks and calls for us from below / Calling to be mined…excavated…or is that just our human nature?
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May 30, 2012
CloudsWhite drops on a colored wall / The mark of a distracted painter / blights or beauty marks on the celestial canvas?
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May 30, 2012
I miss youfloating on a plane of champagne / adrift / longing for those I hold so dear
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May 14, 2012
Faces as bubblesA wonderful flowing mess of wind, hair, and face. The face, swirling away amongst the clouds. Like water, it evaporates into the atmosphere, only to be rained down again upon the world. Beautiful face particles, hydrating the plants and animals and splashing upon the rocks. Face bubbles. But are they small individual particles, each a different color, a different shade of the face? Or are they all the colors of the face swirled into one? Swirl upon swirl. The plants and animals will take in these particles, growing with them, nourished by them, reflecting them in their own visages. Immortal? or inorganic?
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May 1, 2012
Leaves as birdsThe leaves, flittering like birds, birds that have been attached, captured, leashes of fishing line around their neck, allowed to float in the breeze, tasting the freedom. The taste rolls off their tongues, down the back of their throats. It tastes like more. But there is not more to have. Tethered in groups to their branches, swaying, holding the branches up like balloons. They bring such pleasure to those watching them, watching at the zoo of nature. Occasionally, these visitors will throw a crumb, a disturbance in the air, sending a breeze to them, scattering the birds, only to regroup momentarily as they are ****** back by their leashes. / (Yet only the flitteringest of leaves are birds. The needles, poised like popcorn of green starch, stick out from their branches, frozen after their explosion into the air, paralyzed at their first breath.)
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May 1, 2012
Forced WritingFingers tapping on a keyboard / Tendons clacking up and down / Marching towards oblivion
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Apr 27, 2012
an interesting thoughtWhat does it mean to be interesting? / Is it: to be captured in the thoughts of another, their mind giving a projection of your self a life of its own ? / (Yet how can they know
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Apr 27, 2012
DiscomfortAll I wanted to do was dance / now I am faced with a squeaky keyboard / All I wanted to do was dance
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Apr 26, 2012
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