justin-lee - Hello Poetry

Death is an odd number. I have multiplied an even temper, an even heart, an even playing field, two parents, two major traumatic events, four major moves, eight stages to a break down twelve stages to a recovery four times. I have mulitiplied tens of girlfriends and hundreds of friends, all with even little zeroes sitting at the end of their quantities and qualities And all I get is 7, 25, 57, 143, 1, 1777, 945, and 3. And no love can exist if not divisible by 2, so I imagine Death is just the absence of love. I feel cold now.

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Dec 2, 2011

Dec 2, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC

justin-lee

No Odd Evens Please.

Death is an odd number. I have multiplied an even temper, an even heart, an even playing field, two parents, two major traumatic events, four major moves, eight stages to a break down twelve stages to a recovery four times. I have mulitiplied tens of girlfriends and hundreds of friends, all with even little zeroes sitting at the end of their quantities and qualities And all I get is 7, 25, 57, 143, 1, 1777, 945, and 3. And no love can exist if not divisible by 2, so I imagine Death is just the absence of love. I feel cold now.

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There is a small tree which I used to pray under. I would pray for my mother, my sister, my dog, My old army men as they stood frozen in war and watched the horrors of Vietnam in blank perpetuity. I would say prayers for my grandmother who collected clocks to remind her that time was still going forward. I would say a small prayer for the kid in my class who wasn't a kid at all, at least not to the fingers prodding *** and *** like feelings in and through minds less than the more they could become. I would say prayers for everyone-- Except for you.

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Nov 27, 2011

Nov 27, 2011 at 10:54 PM UTC

justin-lee

Sexhasabluefaceinthislight.

There is a small tree which I used to pray under. I would pray for my mother, my sister, my dog, My old army men as they stood frozen in war and watched the horrors of Vietnam in blank perpetuity. I would say prayers for my grandmother who collected clocks to remind her that time was still going forward. I would say a small prayer for the kid in my class who wasn't a kid at all, at least not to the fingers prodding *** and *** like feelings in and through minds less than the more they could become. I would say prayers for everyone-- Except for you.

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Every time I say goodbye I don't mean it much. I will be bookends and you will be a hat rack and people will use our memories to sell cars. There will be suits hand-woven from our handshakes and I won't cry even a little at the soundtrack by the fountain when your lips get fuller and your eyes take on planets. I will just say the words and remember that when they refashion me for proper use you will be holding a businessman's hat.

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Oct 30, 2011

Oct 30, 2011 at 4:02 AM UTC

justin-lee

ohwecouldhavebeenadresser.

Every time I say goodbye I don't mean it much. I will be bookends and you will be a hat rack and people will use our memories to sell cars. There will be suits hand-woven from our handshakes and I won't cry even a little at the soundtrack by the fountain when your lips get fuller and your eyes take on planets. I will just say the words and remember that when they refashion me for proper use you will be holding a businessman's hat.

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