2-1-07

ensuing writing frenzy
take 2!
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scalding my mind
the memory of those silver stars
it was cold and there was only heat
maybe it wasnt so cold, as much as i was quivering
that feeling of uncontrolled electric energy
ripping through your body with abandon inside
but only a shiver without -- and still the stars
Orion's belt so clearly sparkling, only mocks me now
crystal winter sky, night sky, the north wind's sense of humor
winter sky, my favorite, now only teases an unfulfilled summer
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all i have at my disposal is a poor man's vocabulary
a cursory knowledge of things superior
i lack the strength to stand with the quill
my modern voice rings out as a sour note
comparison leads to discord
but i lust after elevated language
after the elevated pen and its master
analogy will lead to invalidation
and still the ubiquitous nature of the proprietor of the pen placates as much as arrests
how 'bout that
to write is to mirror with flourish and insight
to bestow upon the clay of colloquialism an idiosyncratic notch
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run her fingers over the pages
her own personal braille
ridges telling the story of her days
upon the shattered sheets of trees
colored poisons spin her adventures
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bruise
a beautiful bruise
cherry-red purple bruise
tender raw and perfect
broken and beautiful