Value...So, because I do love all my friends, I am heartbroken over the actions one has taken recently. Her choice will probably leave her somewhat scarred.... and she already has so many. I cannot save anybody, this I know and have known for some time now.... I am just deeply saddened over her choice. She was worth more than what she sold herself for.
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Heart of the MatterI am the four chamber driving mechanism. I amHeart of the Matter
the power and the light of this beast, this woman who stands but cannot move without me, and my keeping perfect rhythm, pumping and
thumping in her chest. I am
the rise and fall of her ribs, I am the mover and shaker of this simple woman.
I am the still beating heart after you broke the brain that won’t shut up. I am the
still born heart; I didn’t want to live a life of breaking and mending but I am living, and it was the love of those who came before me than hande
by ~Psytatious
Never Easythere is not worth in easy no envy in a short walk, or downhill roll after. shoot for the uphill with snow underfoot, or in sun and sand. beg for the blistering red to glow again across shoulders while you navigate the dunes.Never Easy
peel back the layers of irradiated skin, let the newest wound drain onto the
pan overflowing from the last adventure into things we worked for. we’ll burn at both ends and not be slow, wicked.
once we learn to stand again, count the scars left on the spine like storybooks.
magnets aligned and pulled us fourth
by ~Psytatious
9 FracturesI keep the music loud in this space to9 Fractures
be white noise in my ears instead of you and your drumming. Some rhythms aren’t for me to dance with. You are the art of seduction, the candles lit in the chandelier. It’s perfect you’re perfect. Am I? Only human after all.
This is the division point, where we see how many more times I can be shoved into you by hands and feet. Where lines blur and rotate,
no more symmetry; all the pushing and pulling apart has become an issue.
There is no yesterday to
try again here; no eraser
by ~Psytatious
Your Girl in a Purple DressShe’s on his arm, finally. Cowardice aside, he finally asked and received some grace and serenity from her existence.Your Girl in a Purple Dress
They share a space, and he is unsafe; riding this trail into an unknown.
She’s your girl in a purple dress that makes no sense in any way that resembles something seen before. She’s trance inducing; like a car crash or Broadway show.
Friend, remember she’s not only yours but also mine and the worlds.
Hold her up; don’t trip and fall or drip the liquidity of this onto the carpet.
Bring her h
by ~Psytatious
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brittni's sour milk poemToday I am sad My milk has gone bad And I miss my dad This must be a passing fad Because it makes me madbrittni's sour milk poem
by ~britt-lipy
by ~britt-lipy
deathThe low murmur of hushed voices seemed to dampen as soon as they left the foyer. The room was filled with the muted sounds of sniffling and whispers. He sat on the uncomfortable pew, his gaze always finding its way back to the doors. He was waiting for her to make the final steps. He had seen her earlier, given her a hug, and left her with her tears and memories. She would have to enter the room on her own time.death
Finally, she crossed the threshold, her mother two steps behind. She was pretty, not gorgeous, or beautiful, but pretty. She was wearing a dress; he had never seen her in a dress before. Her hair was plain, long,
by ~britt-lipy
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- Current Residence: In a dorm room near you
- Interests: Horses, People, Poetry
- Favourite movie: Silence of the Lambs
- Favourite band or musician: RHCP
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, Country
- Favourite poet or writer: Rachel McKibbens, Marty McConnell, Alix Olsen, Taylor Mali
- Favourite photographer: Britts.
- Operating System: OSX Tiger, bitches.
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Shell of choice: Sand Dollars
- Skin of choice: My own, thank you.
- Personal Quote: This life is more than just a read-through.
- Tools of the Trade: Good people who have terrible luck and make it anyway.
- Email: apike@wou.edu
- AIM: Psytatious
- MSN: rantnrave70@hotmail.com
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