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grace-bryson
i skipped the years of my youth.
Sometimes the world comes too close Swinging less gently trying to crack my skull with its earthern armor Take over my black holes and fill with tree roots and wormholes, dirt. The soil that will cover my casket. I need air.
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Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 3:07 PM UTC
world invading
these pages are stained these pages are broken these pages are swollen with pain so much doubt so much hurt so little joy so little hope these pages can be torn these pages can be burned these pages can be remembered for the ending is brighter
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Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 3:05 PM UTC
pages
little bird girl keep flying east. if you soar quickly, no rain can dampen your wings. little bird girl hide behind your feathers. keep your head down, as the sun scorches in your joy and the moon glimmers in your despair. little bird girl nurture that tree of yours. your supposed home. remember, the damage has been done. your bare breast proves it, an imprint. little bird girl don’t take my advice. for i am you and we are just a little girl. no wings for flying, grounded to the earth.
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Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 3:04 PM UTC
little bird girl
lighten up the load, replace it with stone. one rock of the densest sort breaks through my glass ribs suspends in hollow silence void of a beat. keeps me comfort, in a life with no soul.
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Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 3:02 PM UTC
Oh, Sacrificing Stone
*She sits, as a lady does, in a stiff-backed chair with her hands quietly folded and her legs daintily crossed.* *She stares off with unassuming eyes and an innocent mouth flawlessly carved on her doll face. She lightly drips of jewels, purposely placed. her pale grey dress of silk and lace shines against her fair skin.* *She is watched by others. “otherworldly” they whisper as they sit, captivated, at every poised move and eloquent word.* *She sits, with a soul of an ancient ache. She stares through eyes that have witnessed pain. She is watched with vapid glances of oblivious peoples.* *but, She keeps the truth hidden, her face beautifully blank. a Portrait, for nothing else is regarded, when clothed in silk and lace.*
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Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 3:00 PM UTC
Silk and Lace