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A Young Woman

The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star. -Henry David Thoreau
For my Bau-Bau
Act I   The old woman wanders through the apartment, a vague sense of purpose residing only in a need to finish her dishes. She walks the twenty steps across the room to the sink, ignoring the muffled sounds of the arguing couple on the second floor. The sink is filled halfway to the brink with soapy, dirty water, and she catches a brief glimpse of her own wizened reflection in a calm spot before

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A Young WomanThe light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star. -Henry David Thoreau
For my Bau-Bau
Act I   The old woman wanders through the apartment, a vague sense of purpose residing only in a need to finish her dishes. She walks the twenty steps across the room to the sink, ignoring the muffled sounds of the arguing couple on the second floor. The sink is filled halfway to the brink with soapy, dirty water, and she catches a brief glimpse of her own wizened reflection in a calm spot before A Young Woman
by ~MadocBitur

Song of a Bleeding PomegranateThe trees whispered to me And they didn't say anything I understood. They rustled Rustled And the leaves were soaked in red paint That looked like blood Except it wasn't Because all the blood was sloshing in the ocean And the bathtub Making waves that covered my soul.
The trees whispered again And I got it this time Because the morning dew rinsed all the paint off the leaves.
The sun came up And I was surprised And it bathed the fields in red That looked like blood Except it wasn't Because the blood was busy soaking all th Song of a Bleeding Pomegranate
by ~MadocBitur

Gods or LoversSwallow nectar from a diamond glass And taste ambrosia on my lips.
Scatter the stars Turn the tide Dance with the fates Kiss the bloody sky.
Their devotion never dies And sacrifice springs eternal.
We’ll find the fountain of youth- We can swim in golden waters Walk under the golden sun Sleep on the golden sand.
I can love you across the universe As we twist the Earth to our pleasure. I’ll give you the moon, the sun, the stars.
Haven’t you heard, love? We are the gods. Gods or Lovers
by ~MadocBitur

Come Sail AwayThere’s blue somewhere. Electric blue. Innocence blue. Love blue. Peace blue.
I want to sail away with you, a little boat just for us, floating slowly across the blue. It would never ripple, our boat on the blue. We could live on the blue, love on the blue, and never wonder where we were going. And no matter how the boat rocked, we’d never change the blue. The sharp electric blue.
Come love me on the blue, sleeping in our little boat as it drifts on in its journey to nowhere. I promise we won’t sink. Come Sail Away
by ~MadocBitur

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If I Were A LineIf I were a line I think I’d be curled, billowed and swirled, and slowly unfurled. I’d sweep over a page, if I were a line, with the wind in my hair, and my heart laid bare. That’s what I’d be, if I were a line.
If I were a spot I’d be round and fat (now how about that?) like an old, well-fed cat. I’d have drizzled and dropped, if I were a spot, pittering and pattering with a slight hint of smattering. That’s what I’d be, if I were a spot.
If I were a colour I’ If I Were A Line
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Mars StarHe stood wide and grinned at you His bold body screamed at you from beneath thight shirts and loose jeans only as you followed him did his meaning become clear stepping though red clouds of scent and broken bottles
you refused to cling, attitude moved by his undeniable possesion of two Ys
He led you into the blood bath that he loved in and how you wished he'd love you now nevermind sexuality, fidelity, or prior commitments he burned into everyone's soul but never noticed
he only lit up leaned down and told you his plan Mars Star
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Joon MoonStars slipped from your eyes and fell into her palms Her young fingers pushed them back into your shoulders But her fragile body shuttered nervously Her narrow hips fell into the cushions below While you reached for her you coined a name “Jun” And she smiled in response
But you realize she smiles at everything Her thin limbs are only supported by that happiness Medicated or not With no out-standing features She’ll slip from your mind as quickly as you from hers Shock therapy does that to a person. Joon Moon
by ~Sandi-sama

Girls Like PoetryGirls Like Poetry
The archway of heaven is poetry, For true love transcends the mundane. Forget the sun, forget the moon, to me Tired clichés are the root of disdain. You are like... well... you're kinda like a pie. Flaky crust on the outside, warm within. You've got some funny lumps, I can't deny, That dwell about and below your dry skin. Or a kiwi perhaps, round and hairy. But beneath that... well no, that's sour too. Then like a T-Rex, angry and scary, For which only blood and sweets can subdue. And I...
&nbs Girls Like Poetry
by ~Shifachi

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Wed Dec 5, 2007, 6:58 PM

So. I haven't put up hardly any journals lately. So here it goes.

Life is actually relatively good for once. Grades aren't ideal, but that can be remedied. I'm satisfied.
And that's all I can ask of myself or my life.

Latest soundtrack obsession, by-the-bye: [link]

Mother wants to put me on anti-depressants. I don't think it's a good idea, but what do I know? I don't exactly have a say in the matter. Whatever.

Writing has changed a little for me. It's getting harder to be satisfied with my work, but I assume that has to do with understanding my work better. I don't know. That sounds really serious. More serious than I would admit to being.

I think I'll write a list. Let's call it "~~Ten~~ Seven Hobbies That Occupy My Free Time".

o1: Procrastination
o2: Pretending to have photography skill
o3: Reading excessively
o4: Downloading and listening to soundtracks from shows I've never seen
o5: Pretense of life
o6: Trying to write good poems
o7: Trying to finish good prose

Hm. That's only seven. *renames list*

-Sam (love.u.all)

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Listening to: Spring Awakening
Reading: Great Expectations
Watching: Full House (blech)
Playing: Life
Eating: Waffle Fries
Drinking: Caffeine Free Dr. Pepper

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~yexy

Dec 21, 2007, 9:30:31 AM

Hey, man! Thanks for the fave on Whistling tree. I haven't talked to you in forever and a half, I hope you're doing well. Have a merry Christmas!

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~Me-Oh-My-Argentine

Nov 9, 2007, 9:18:02 PM

Sammy!! I'll get pretty pictures soon I promise. I just have to get to work. >>

~Fae-Wilde

Oct 23, 2007, 12:03:17 AM

Thanks for the fave! Much appreciated!

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--Robert Gant as Ben Bruckner, "Queer as Folk"

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--from the Vorticist Manifesto

~MadocBitur

Oct 23, 2007, 3:44:16 AM

you're very welcome

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~Dirty-Paint

Oct 13, 2007, 11:26:45 AM

thanks for the fav

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~yexy

Sep 17, 2007, 9:02:02 AM

Thanks for faving Music.

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~Onthedrummachine

Sep 5, 2007, 3:30:16 PM

Thank you for watching me!

~MadocBitur

Sep 8, 2007, 9:04:38 AM

Very welcome ^^. And thanks for the watch and the comments and the favorites!

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