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A Back TurnedLife / An infinite symphony if moments / That all scream 'now!'
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Oct 9, 2011
A Few HaikuTearing at my heart / biting wind of your farewell / when will you return?
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Oct 9, 2011
All I SeeYou may believe, but you need to know / When I close my eyes, / All I see is us-
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Oct 9, 2011
AloneI dream no warnings of the pain yet to come / in the night before my heart comes short yet again. / I've never been so glad to see you turn your back
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Oct 9, 2011
ColdUnconcious hopes change into filtered dreams / barely remembered as centuries turn bones to dust- / we despair as crippled loves just fade to ash.
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Oct 9, 2011
For Every LightBecause of you / I got a glance of my darkside, / But it got a better look at me.
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Oct 9, 2011
From France With Love: a 2 a.m. NarrativeIt started as it always did. A distant rumble, like the roaring of a far-off storm. Distinct. Unique. It was a tremor in the earth, shrinking with his every footfall. Changing, becoming something else, like a seed planted within his heart. Within his mind. All of the words that came afterwards, they didn't matter. They left his tongue turned to stone. They crumbled to dust in half an instant, as if they'd aged a million years in the space of a heartbeat. All of her words, though, every breath, became a whirlwind, blowing the dust of his words around him. A sandstorm of cliches and withering feelings, like so many wilting roses. Alone, he wanders the desert of the world. A desert because of the dust, the shadows, the hollow echoes of her promise. He stops. Glimpses a star in the distance, wipes his eyes. Everything is bright again, even in the night, the moon shining bright. He takes a moment, takes a breath, tastes the night breeze. Exhale. The remaining motes of sand and dust glitter faintly in the moonlight, disperse. Become nothing more than memories- a trail once walked, with no reason to climb back down. That's when he sees it. The desert, it was just another mountain in need of climbing. He stands not at the peak, but further along down his path than he had thought. His path was just one of many, though. He looks up, ahead. A valley between mountains, lush and teeming with life. Only, his path changed as his heart did- only he could decide where it lead.
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Oct 9, 2011
From Heartbreak to HeartlessWe were always somewhere in between / hello and goodbye. the extremes of our emotions- / our joy and our lust, our anger and our despair.
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Oct 9, 2011
GoneHands clench slowly into fists, / I try to let it go- / let the worries just fly away
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Oct 9, 2011
Help MeThe last tear falls and we stand up, / you take me from myself, we're born again / we used to worry about life, but now we just live it
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Oct 9, 2011
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