

SeparationSmall-town night breaks away, leaves me in dreams of red sun and ravenous shadow, a world pondering its own soft end, long fingers gathering up all the music and filtering it through my too-small ribcage.Separation
Something stirs like a dinosaur in the fog of my own self, raises its ugly head and merely stares.
I feel as though I've forgotten something; or maybe, someone forgot me.


Rhyming DaysThe sun has shone again through glen and field and fen, and though old Winter glares the flowers grow in layers.Rhyming Days
Shy roses peer from overhead-- though we had thought them long-since dead, but with the biting wind now gone the birds have roused them with sweet song.
Around our feet brash poppies play to celebrate the end of gray. The daisies too cast out the gloom and spin their leaves from nature's loom.
Betwixt us lilacs lay so soft in sun-brushed day, I cannot help but say: I love you, come what may.


Burials for Cut FlowersThere is no space in the world for sympathetic girls. We, who cry at strangers weddings, for the beaten dogs on television, for all the squished ants and wilted daisy-chains. We, who spend silly sleepless nights agonizing over the fate of those poor starving Africans.Burials for Cut Flowers
Society closes its doors, tells its children to finish their math homework and balance their checkbooks and growupmarrywellhave 2.3 squalling babies of their own
tells us to grow up period, to stop using words like agonize and melancholy and I am green


Resurrection+Resurrection
You bury the dead as though resurrection
is nothing in the face of your M1-Garand.
I blossom like a deformed
rhododendron, my chin has
been suffering, my knees
have seen disaster. I tell you
to avoid the rock squirrels, they carry plague. You tell me
to keep researching these
types of things, you never
know when you may need to
hire roofers for your body,
bang your shingles back in place.
You install a vault in the house
walls & tell me to never seal
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XD ha ha!
I'm going to sakura con. ;D
but yeah, O: we all need to talk about this at the same time. . .like in messenger or something. XD
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That's quite a few days after the end of break for you, though. Are you going to miss classes?
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oh and btw, mine ends at the 21st, but I have to help at home for a couple of days before I leave. O: wood floors are being put in. XD
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but it doesn't have a radio. . . * sigh *
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Hey, are we still planning on visiting Liz this spring break? I dunno if you've got your car yet or not, but I could drive down to battle ground and then we could carpool back up to her place, or we could just meet there.
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Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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