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| | Tags: | poetry | | Current Location: | my parents' place | | Subject: | i'm good at writing retarded stuff. | | Time: | 10:31 am | | Current Mood: | numb |
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| the little bird sings brown feathers brown wings she sings for you
with papers and strings tied up around rings a present for you
a smile she brings to those without wings including just you
but with charming spring that gift one would fling away from you.
- HJST
Okay, seriously, leaving for work now.
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| I deleted a lot of my pairing icons on this journal, with the exception of a few. Like this one. Because I mostly wanted to use those in context of the boyfreeend. Ex-boyfreeend. Whatever. Icons like this one I think can be also used in a lot of other situations, too - hence the word in this icon's keywords being "Friendship".
And now, random poetry.
the wind burns brightly across your face all the prickling of memory
your feet have not rested and the earth's musing travels faster than your eyes
so look onto the horizon; the frosting sunlight bitterly descends
until the twilight of dream ending, resuming, sustaining at last satisfies your soul.
- HJST
--- 3751
EDIT: He's taken me off his Skype contacts list, though I haven't once tried to contact him. I don't know why this makes me feel so terrible. | The mirror shows: Shine a Light  |
| | Tags: | poetry | | Subject: | "Guilt" | | Time: | 01:40 am | | Current Mood: | crappy |
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| "Guilt"
the silence grips inside my bones pours out the cracks running, running, down the hall thundering in my stolen shoes
your eyes accuse and the verdict settles down upon me heavy and fat the steam curdles upwards, sour
she waits upon the very hour doling out patience in spoonfuls every drop given tearing old paper out of their homes
that silence grips inside my bones.
--- HJST | The mirror shows: Shine a Light  |
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