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Published: Feb 24, 2010

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Divert the River

Winter is meaningless, coming and going Like a careless feline, I don't care what you'd think. I'm still here in the cold, and I have braved the world; Dug under the granulated snow for acorns. They say freezing is the most beautiful death; You fall back like falling asleep, Nothing more than blue sparkling cold in your lungs. Everything breaks as it is: Fingernails and hearts and ribs. Air is just the opposite of constriction, And I dare you to breathe someplace else Than there. Go ahead and tell me about my mistakes. At least I have not yet betrayed my friends Quite this much. There is no river in your home, the waters pollut

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World of Pain

Within this world I created, The hatred has permeated, The care, the heart, the soul, And turned it to molten coal. It has made me suffer on, Turned me into anger's little pawn; With rage ruling the throne, There's not much I can do on my own. Without the red in my eyes, I look up to see starry skies, And cry for days long ago, When I could just go with the flow. It hurts so much to be this mad; For many a month it wasn't so bad, Until it sat too long ashore, Too rampant and evil to ignore. Like a leech upon my chest, It had long since built a nest, With guilt, hate, and resentment too. I was lost, alone, without a clue; What was happening an

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and who's to even know if I've gone ghost again together alone skin now silent where once my caress was comfort where once my hands were conductors of symphonies and sparks in the dark I felt you flinch my chest caved in despite lack of intention . we kiss closed off I no longer pull joy from you . it is not my lot to be missed so I'll softly fade while you shift you have taken the moon from my mouth

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Time

Today it is a pile of rocks, clay, and sand But once it was a mountain so tall and grand. Now it's just a stump and not much at all Though it was once a redwood so great and tall. Today it's a desert where no water can be found But it used to be the floor of an ancient ocean sound. Today it's just an island with very little to see But once it was a continent with lakes and trees. The waves of the sea turn the rocks into sand As do the glaciers grinding slowly across the land. Wood becomes dirt and rock becomes sand; Ground becomes ocean and sea becomes land. Stone into sand then sand into stone; Bone into soil and soil into bone. Nothing will stay the same; In time nothing will remain.

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The cat's name is Isis by the way. And she is beautiful. And more often than not she's too lazy to play with anything.

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metal-ossi

Mar 2, 2010

Wow, you in a kitchen?!

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