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15.1k · Dec 2012
Your Smile
Sean Russell Dec 2012
your smile reminds me of a picture of the cliffs of moher that was the month of june on a calendar my mom owned when i was eight years old in our old house not in that your smile looks anything like the cliffs of moher but in that i do not know why i remember that picture and in that i will most likely never forget it
2.8k · May 2012
in the Fall
Sean Russell May 2012
In the Fall is an addicted man;
a bronzed, beautiful, golden-crimson leaf
falling perhaps
as an impulse or a slight of hand,
as a half-thought will to escape the cold
but ultimately, an addiction
 
In the Fall
is a view from a distance and a height
with clear vision;
and a flirty nod
from your most tortuous insecurity
to your least confident self -
 
smoldering nostalgia,
that sullen, sable shade,
is the headless horse man
and you are lost at night
 
(as burnt leaves crumple
and are swept around,
as are you swept)
 
In the Fall is
Death's anniversary;
the dance that follows purity's last
attempt to hold his season fast
er than the horseman rides,
rise, beguile!
a swollen heart -
a lion!
a bronzed and rusted bleeding lion!
a shiver and a sunken sigh,
an unseen, unheard wave good-bye
2.1k · Feb 2013
several Puppies
Sean Russell Feb 2013
could i be your several puppies
all i want is you'r hands
on my head all i want is a lot of your hands to
scratch all of my puppy heads
and right behind the ears My puppies eears
i don't mean to hide away from
you i promise i'm not mad im just
afraid of the lightning
and the vacuum too
and sometimes the sound of the radiator
why is it so loud
it sounds like monsters
everything is monsters and you are sweet
your hands on my puppy heads you
are so sweet
891 · Dec 2012
Distant thunder
Sean Russell Dec 2012
your voice is a distant thunder
i wonder
if it is really there
719 · May 2012
Hours now
Sean Russell May 2012
hours now of fancy word doodles
fluttering fantasies
i'll stop when i'm sober
after all it's kind of shakespearean

your face is a sun spot
a glow stick silhouette
at the center of my vision when i close my eyes

i will drink of it
until i drown of it
or until i'm sober
613 · Feb 2013
Strange library
Sean Russell Feb 2013
we can peruse the Strange part of
the library the partt that burnt down all those thousands of
days ago
but, that they rebuilt with religion or science and
filled with Strange fictions
and even Stranger biographies
about people who prolbalbly never existed
or, existed in the ways unicorns exists

there you can read about
things like the history of snowmen
and the
history of how i ****'d her
,you can sit there and i will count your blessings for you you
dont have to i will do it
for you i will do it for
You I Will Do It For You I
am always counting them
for you

in the Strange part of
the library the part that burned down
524 · Dec 2012
a Sentiment #1
Sean Russell Dec 2012
you are called on in class but all i think is how perfect the shade of red is that your cheeks turn when you are embarrassed
467 · Dec 2012
U
Sean Russell Dec 2012
U
U are an endangered species
U are always one U away from complete extinction forever

remember that
449 · Jan 2013
for What
Sean Russell Jan 2013
for what is a well if not a falling-in?
for certainly i would fall if it means you

and for what is a hill if not a climbing-up?
a steep, our rite and gauntlet

and for what does jealousy cast if not a shadow?
now&
what of a ghost?

and silent the slow night.

the night but what for the bloodless ghost,
wan and ripe with death??

(the drawn dagger;
the heart for the cutting
and for the bleeding)

Of what do we die if not of love
or if not death then impregnable sleep -

is it that we have but to rot
in the basements of an ocean?

or is it our time a candle diminished?
A Flame Eclipsed, and for a heart a torment the greater

as it is, upon the precipice of Here we stand
alive(?)

and i am but nothing but i have the words that
my anger:

it was not for you
it was for that i would only have left of you a letter

when you are gone
Sean Russell May 2012
Somewhere off the coast of Nova Scotia
on an island called
Cape Breton
where the sky is only gray there is a black dog that is running in the snow
towards something in the distance
407 · Dec 2012
a Sentiment #2
Sean Russell Dec 2012
you have a very pretty nose and i think about it when you are not here sometimes
375 · Feb 2013
notes #1
Sean Russell Feb 2013
let's give the splinters between out dum
fat bodies some
time to cool just like a week or two
then i promise i will call or maybe
idk maybe i wont well
well maybe i will

it is snowing on and off for the last three days
only lightly and none of it is ssticking
355 · Jan 2013
new Spring
Sean Russell Jan 2013
i cannot name your smile
it is fragile and it does not
last
but i will give you hope
for it, for it most anything
i will give you
my laugh for it, and by it
regenerate,
through It a new Spring.

i would say to you that "i
do not know your scar"
, but i will give you
a kiss for it
to mend, Oh!
for it to mend, most anything
for you, for your health
i would
Name each planet your name,
each speckled rill of starlight, your name.

but what for
your heart your curse your
fleeting love?

for that, my
love i give you my love.
318 · Dec 2012
like a Rock
Sean Russell Dec 2012
i built a house for us
the one that we always talked about

it's in the pit of my stomach, now
and it sits there all day

like a rock
at the bottom of the ocean

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