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Five seven sever Full.. mostly climb to hethen Complete still weather
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[22 Nov 2008|11:53pm] |
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Kissing and touching; blurry blind we find ourselves tangled up somehow.
Sometimes I miss you a lot more than I want to admit. I'm sorry.
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[20 Jul 2008|01:14pm] |
coffee sat all night all of the cup’s fractures look like tree branches
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[17 Nov 2007|03:54pm] |
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I was cleaning my computer out a little bit, going through and putting old documents in the recycling bin and whatnot, when I found a project I'd done in the fifth grade about the various cycles in the world (star, butterfly, seasons, etc.) Curious to see how I wrote when I was ten, I opened the document and started reading. Apparently in addition to assigning a report, my fifth grade teacher also asked us to write a haiku to go with each cycle! So here they are. The haikus I wrote when I was ten. I hope you like them.
[Stars:] Start as nebulas, Their being depends on mass, They go on and on.
[Carbon:] Life supporting life, Circulating through the air And through the water.
[Butterfly:] Egg...Larva...Pupa, And now it's a butterfly. Aren't they beautiful?
[Seasons:] Earth goes round and round, The season's always changing; The world is tilted.
[Rock:] People think that they're Rough, hard, and unfeeling but I think they're just shy.
The rock cycle is by far my favorite. I was even romanticizing inanimate objects in elementary school.
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| Economically disadvantaged. |
[07 Nov 2007|07:17pm] |
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Dr. Allison Is a docile old man with giant bifocals.
Soft chord progression O Magnum Mysterium sing, sopranos, sing!
Regina Spektor is my long time lady-crush. I saw her last night.
Heavy in her womb, New sin sinks Ophelia down into the sea.
Forgetting myself, Beckoning with the wrong arm, You saw my bruises.
I was embarassed. You watched me pull my sleeves down. Neither of us spoke.
It was chilly out Bodies smashed against bodies Like in catacombs
You're silly sometimes! You like to count my freckles and connect the dots!
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| Going Back..... (Hui Qu) |
[28 Feb 2007|02:55am] |
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 I wrote this Haiku in Chinese, even though Haiku's are a Japanese form of poetry. I tried following the 5-7-5 format. It reads from left to right, from the top to the bottom. It Says:
Zai deng-zhe ba yue zai xuexi hanyu yi bian wo di-er guxiang
Which Translates to:
Waiting for August Studying Chinese Again My second homeland.
What do you think?
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[11 Dec 2006|09:09pm] |
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Your scent still lingers here, between these love-worn sheets. How I wish you'd stay.
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| Dichotomy |
[19 Nov 2006|02:35pm] |
Kissing, at the time is the simplest, rightest choice you could ever make
Kissing, afterwards is the most complicated thing you've ever done
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[24 Aug 2006|01:21am] |
gaining weight is fun! summer summer sum summy hos in their swim suits
there were three popes once all at the same time, steve said his penis is huge
(that is in reference to my history teacher steve. he has a huge penis and we can always see it in his tight jeans. all of us noticed.)
mel gibson, you suck you fucking fucker ass-douche why you be hatin'?
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[27 Jul 2006|10:51pm] |
This sweet rush of lust: around you I might as well still be seventeen
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| The usual. |
[30 Apr 2006|10:51pm] |
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Speak like a child. Showcase scraped knees, and flash your missing-toothed smiles.
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| New to community.... |
[20 Apr 2006|08:00am] |
Climb the humid fence - rainbow gallery awaits dedicated you.
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[13 Apr 2006|06:23pm] |
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Go, you heretics, You estranged children of God, Dance with the Devil.
Oh, it makes me sick. Von Bismarck said, "No bullshit." The realpolitik.
Could have been more wrong, I guess. Thought you loved me once. Should have known better.
You’re all gussied up And you have nowhere to go. Dab mascara tears.
Here is my secret: I used to hang with Jesus Before he was cool.
It’s chilly out here. Pink cleavage shirt, brown slip-ons... What a nice twilight.
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[12 Apr 2006|10:43pm] |
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There are spring flowers that resemble magic art pixie paintbrush strokes
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[12 Apr 2006|02:23am] |
Undying weeping All this pressure is leaving My eyelids swollen
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[03 Apr 2006|09:47pm] |
having a virus sucks balls like a cheap hooker but i dont miss school
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[29 Mar 2006|09:33pm] |
Life is meaningless; but, then again, so is death. Five more syllables?
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| as you can tell i had a really good dream |
[27 Mar 2006|03:59pm] |
ever feel like you want to shoot someone because your dream was not real
i had the goddamned best dream ever last night, FUCK! why wake up-- reality?
boy with short blonde hair painting in a bright blue room i think he is real.
AHH THESE ARE THE WORST HAIKUS I HAVE EVER WRITTEN. consider them not haikus but haiku-shaped statements.
okay trying again
calmly
cool place beneath your eyes like a cheek only not no burn, just whiteness
sticky like syrup i try to kiss your cheek and pull away-i'm stuck
why are you like bees the bees that infest your hair honey covered boy
these seem to all be about sticky people- what the fuck, but i guess this is what i get for writing them on the spot... what is going on in my subconsious?
why are you like bees who raised you, forest boylet small man of the wood
why are you like bees humming like a device for death or like a carton
i'm not in love with these... and they start with the same line, but i felt like being creative. feedback?
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[26 Mar 2006|03:50pm] |
no promise is served from a warm day, tomorrow i'll pretend blow smoke
i want to be an exhibitionist because it's hilarious
how seriously do you think haikus should be taken? my answer is not very. i usually recognize them as shallow fun. karli... keegan... renee... post something in this community
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