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Forget.Some write to remember. Others write to share, to detail, to extrapolate, to do whatever they please with words.Forget.
But who writes to forget?
I’m charged by this kinetic energy that moves all around me as I stare at the blank paper in front of me. Words, half-formed in my head, dance around with a heaviness before landing on the page. And when the sentence finally is formed, I cringe and start over again.
How can I write her away? She seems so near to me right now, as I sit here wondering what could have been, what should have been, what will always remain…and damned if I know what comes next.
by ~b-a-n-e
Sweet Nothing[When you didn't cry for me, ISweet Nothing
wrote this instead.]
Trailed off, down the street, as we're pursuing the red light ever changing. I push and prod, afternoon stars invisible in the sky. Rather than be unlucky in love, I am
enraptured in your chance affairs, stories and miscellaneous happenings.
New Years is gone, and what you've always said has grown to be such a swelling contradiction. Ether and conversation welling in our times, the car outside the house and other things. Something like that. &nbs
by ~b-a-n-e
Duplicity -Her-Duplicity (Her)Duplicity -Her-
i. The day impacts, boldly waking us from sleep's shallow edge.
Daybreak, heartbeat, another downtown coffee downed. Eyes are laid out in her mind, clicking furiously with esoteric charm.
She unravels into the smooth sun-swept day, brilliant as the winter cloak falls in flakes around her.
Taking the time to breathe, she is in-kept with the light.
“No promises,” she whispers softly, carrying the weight, “What we can't have we must take.”
ii. can't sleep in the night she won't stop breathing &
by ~b-a-n-e
Duplicity -Him-Duplicity (Him)Duplicity -Him-
i. Have you heard the story told? Simple story in book of old. The story guided by His light, the prelude to the Rapture's fight.
Have you seen His immortal grace? Which shows itself on His heavenly face. His face which shines in heaven above, the face to which our people love.
Have you heard the story told? Simple story in His book of old. Have you seen His immortal grace? Which shows itself on His immortal face.
ii. Whispered words, like prophets of black, smear over the tomes written in &nb
by ~b-a-n-e
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- Current Residence: Red Deer, Alberta, Canada.
- Interests: Films, writing, poetry, photography, stuff in general.
- Favourite movie: The Usual Suspects, Sin City
- Favourite band or musician: Garbage, Genesis,
- Favourite genre of music: Rock
- Favourite artist: Andy Warhol
- Favourite poet or writer: Anne Sexton, Tom Waits, Leonard Cohen
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hi
This is Mobster Lobster.
Good day.
The honourable Pompous Man will be my second.
Pistols at dawn, then?
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My second will be the spirit of the universe.
Again, I say good day.
keep it up
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he world will know that free men stood against a tyrant, that few stood against many, and before this battle was over, even a god-king can bleed...
~King Leonidas 300~
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You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
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