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White Elephants Waldorf called Tuesday. Tiny elephants were coming.White Elephants by ~SirIsaacLime
On the ride to the zoo, the cabbie kept looking at me in the rear view. His looking at me didn’t bother me too much, except I could see the wild scrabble of nose hair reflected back at me every time he tilted his head back to look in the mirror.
“What takes you to the zoo today?”
“I’m sorry?”
“I said, why are you going to the zoo?”
“Oh,” I said, “Just meeting a friend.”
I looked out the window to show I wasn’t really interested in chatting. He shut up, but kept looking in th
hold me dystopia this morninghold me dystopia by ~SirIsaacLime
she told me my tie
looked pretentious
outstanding, i said
i grinned all day
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from the roof of your mother's house
i could touch the sky
if i reached hard enough
if you were next to me
if the clouds were silk sagging low
on horizons
but you were never home
and the clouds never rolled in
i could have been an astronaut
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every man an island
he said
you got it wrong
i said
did i?
he said
he winked at me
on his way out
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i talk to echoes and laugh
when i'm alone
i want to feel
like i'm still together
i press my ear to the floor
smear lint o
smile on me snow came in soft slumber, caressing yousmile on me by ~SirIsaacLime
and i, solitary on the rooftop
streetlights sang careful eulogies of love
shared in empty library floors
darkened warmth of dust soaked stacks
the sky was farther away tonight than you
thought it should be, disappointed
you said, this is a story of heartbreak
would you like to hear it
and i watched the snow
melting upon your mittens
Separate Ways-Worlds Apart The first thing John says to me, when he sits down, is “I’m writing a novel.”Separate Ways-Worlds Apart by ~SirIsaacLime
“Yeah?” I say, “Everyone’s writing a fuckin’ novel.” Right away, I feel kind of bad about that, the way I said it. I guess I wanted to sound pretty cool about it, really, but it just came out meaner than it should’ve. I shouldn’t have said fuckin’. That was my only mistake, really. I should have just said, everyone’s writing a novel. It wouldn’t have been true, anyway, being that most people don’t write novels after all, but
what i can do I grew up in the Petrified Forest, a National Park in Northern Arizona situatedwhat i can do by ~tearsinbriteyes
in the middle of the badlands of the Painted Desert. I had a handful of
neighbors, all adult, none suitable as playmates for the raucous ways of my
brother Jacob and I. Growing up in this environment without television
nurtured a keen sense of imagination in both of us, but what I am about to tell
you was no act of our clever imaginations. It was not a game we made up, nor
was it something we even could have dreamt.
It was the kind of night that spoke of something ethereal, something unnatural.
Dark nights in the Petrified
Sand Castle by ~Suzuko42
Sta.sh
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don't take yourself too seriously, chances are that you really suck but no one has the heart to tell you
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don't take yourself too seriously, chances are that you really suck but no one has the heart to tell you
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Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ~ Dylan Thomas
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don't take yourself too seriously, chances are that you really suck but no one has the heart to tell you
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how you been?
i miss you!