

OverdueLike the novel in my bookshelf, the best read you'll find.Overdue
A shallow brown and clear taped box, "For when it rains" inked on the side.
-For every time I had to drive 30 miles north of the city.
....the stars there, never looked so pretty...
And smog from towers in the air, make constellations dissappear.
Sex on the drive back, for every headlight that we met. Shed a piece for playings' sake, naked just for nakeds' sake.
Like only those you'd ever really want to see could be close enough to walk away -
Like only those you'd


Channel surfing.Nothing could ever be as beautiful or suitable for losing, Though if it weren't for you and me:Channel surfing.
Nothing here is gold- Where cash is bought and sold- Lies are taught and Truth is old.
Talk is cheap for what it goes for- Words are heaped and burned For hours, because the warmth is needed- Burn them slower.
No road could ever be as slick and unsuitable for cruising, As when we collided towards our tree.
Nothing here is gold, Simply fillings from the teeth. Clenched tight to tongues, Where bleeding sounds Are poig


For only last words.She wrote from mountain tops. Anthills, really.For only last words.
"I love you", until the ink ran dry.
Tears are mearly water, and blood too hard to sign.
She is the epitamy of existential-
A miscarriage for this widowed bride.
And if for only lettered keys and post marks, with no reply...
At least for all we gave, "We always gave it our best". We tried. .
Canning jars and moon pies, a holder for this heart of mine, and a rocket so it may fly...
If this destination still leads me nowhere, she'll be there- I'll be there, just in time. &nbs


Home is where the house isCome, But you won't when I call. You'll still come, though.Home is where the house is
And if it weren't for long distence, there'd be no distance at all.
None, at all.
-We share beds, and breakfasts by keyhole-light, when we've no candles or shades to draw.
We rest heads and rip dresses by shot-glasses, when we've no bottles or glasses to fill.
We've no more room for fillers, in stomachs built to spill.
And it was all, but not all.
Devious Comments
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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~QwithoutaU
Is writing what you couldn't say...
-And living what you promised wouldn't happen.
It's nice to know that there's more than one of us. :]
If you been poked it shows you are either a very good friend or a very good artist. If you have been poked then you must poke five people on DA you view as a great friend or great artist as the person who poked you. Happy Poking.
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Everyone deserves love and respect.
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Katers17 rocks my world
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N8
She said-
"What's cause for all the hassel?
This towns' still full off assholes..."
What's left but printer paper,
Blank for the words that's saved her.
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~QwithoutaU
Is writing what you couldn't say...
-And living what you promised wouldn't happen.
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There is more to this I know.
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park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
~the-collage-box [link]
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Staff member of the few, the proud, the *Manipulators of
"A man is but the product of his thoughts; what he thinks, he becomes." - Gandhi
m.
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"...Neither Here Nor There: Everything & Yet Nothing in Particular"
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Swallow your pride. It's not fattening.
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