Tag: literature
group name: tsopr
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August 04, 2009 11:14 PM EDT --
SHADOWS of DEPRESSION
On a clear day I can SEE SHADOWS
They mo ve, they dance, they leap, they prance
before me
Somewhat like water does . . .
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September 25, 2008 08:12 PM EDT --
For David Foster Wallace (1962-2008) who schooled us all.
I was staying in Claremont, California, less than a mile from where he taught at my old alma mater, Pomona College, considered . . .
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October 14, 2009 03:56 PM EDT --
The rain has arrived,
I tremble inside,
Its beauty has restored my pride.
I can now begin to dry my eyes.
I feel its warmth on my pallid face
filled with gentleness and grace.
Its mild hands . . .
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October 14, 2009 04:08 PM EDT --
This is actually an exerpt from a book I began to write, but never finished. I was about sixteen, I believe when I started to pen it.
As he walked toward me in the dark woods lush with . . .
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October 12, 2009 12:18 AM EDT --
The howling wind does slow, speaking to me softly.
I awake with a blow.
When I rise, I am befallen again just like each day,
when I go to sleep and wake up again,
The winter cold stings my pallid . . .
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October 16, 2009 11:29 PM EDT --
Ripped my beating heart from my chest!
Still feel the scar under my breast.
The tears have stained my cheeks,
burned the blue from my eyes.
There you were in the blink of an eye.
Your golden . . .
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October 14, 2009 04:17 PM EDT --
Her body is filled with ease,
false excesses run through her tainted blood.
He will is strained, her power drained.
Inside she cries. Her head is heavy,
her barren eyes dim.
Her eyes can . . .
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October 11, 2009 11:58 PM EDT --
May the moon cast its glow on the melancholy knight.
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