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Birdsthe birds endless cry reminds of that thursday in april when we went tromping off into the unknown the place where the houses stopped and nature began I remember I got misplaced amid the tall wet grass the warm mist clinging to my skin wet earth, sucking at my shoes and a god whispering in the clouds aboveBirds
later on, as we sat inside the safety of home I couldn't help but think I'd left it- behind with the birds.
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WakingSunlight streams, no glares, through window as I slowly open my eyes. And quickly shut them again. If you can imagine what it is to mentally glare at something, that's exactly what I'm doing in the direction of my alarm clock. The sheets cling to the cold sweat leftover from a nights dreaming. A pillow softly thumps onto the floor as legs reach out to the bottom border of my bed. Arms reaching up. Bones creaking. Try to glimpse the end scene of my dream that skitters at the back of my mind. Almost touching it, almost recovering that place. The caterwauling of the new day relentlessly going on and on. Carefully, tentatively pulling the sheetsWaking
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AbilityI'm losing the ability to live: not that I can't breathe, or walk, or talk, or feel, but there's this sense of loss a hole where I used to be. but that wasn't really me, only what seemed to fit at the time. and I regret the times in my life, when I felt most alive.Ability
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Perfect Dayour laughter falls a note short of sincere these days as we joke about the end of our world Jim says "on tuesday, that's when Love leaves", pause -as if the knowledge wasn't already known, "and good riddance too." there was a false heap of agreements, spit past clenched teeth. we had only prepared thus far: 1. take a deep breath, 2. take the blow, 3a. and hope for survival 3b. hoping to make it out in only a few pieces dread chases after all our smiles; knowing it's place in our hearts so we cut our losses and fake our farewells oPerfect Day
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E958.9~April 4 3-2006~ Looking down on hisE958.9
drained countenance tears flow They lowered him gently into the accepting ground His playful smirk still frozen on his face April winds carry off our happiness Recalling fondly of his ambitions to be successful his ability to give off kindness even to those who were undeserving his authentic intelligent compassion YET the laughter
lies
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| This is pointless. I don't even know who I am, so I'm not really one to tell you all about me. I'm a wreck. I'm generally happy, but I scowl lots. It is not 'done good' it's 'done well'. And that's all there is to know. |
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- Current Residence: Brantford, Ontario
- Interests: cereal, rats, sleeping, webcomics, society, oh and art
- Favourite movie: currently, Weirdsville
- Favourite genre of music: alternative, trip hop, hip hop, light rock, house
- Favourite poet or writer: Blake, Mann, Findley,
- Tools of the Trade: ink, bad typing, camera, adobe
- Website: http://ozbakedcookies.blogspot.com
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