

afterwordsafterward/ itsafterwords
the things i want outside of me and your hands remind
me of satin dragging against the grains how it snags on splintered wood when our teeth scrape and our lips move like two virgins
raping eachother it makes no sense how i hate how
i love
your hair on my skin how i hate
anticipation and how i have to keep myself
from closing my eyes
always


followwhere ever it may bring you never be afraid to listen to the silence what ever the rain bringsfollow
know there is another waterfall
to chase you down if your sorry when your forgotten you misled the disciples and your future but hold fast to your feet dont let your dreams sleep through the cool breeze and freeze on the chilling dead
sea


passis an empty vase the same as a dead field?pass
people talking in circles around the edge of a cracked egg shell carve the evidence of inadequacy breathing or seeing prelude the next 5 minutes and the concrete like stairs jumps in front of you carrying you higher toward stars and god to surmount the cliff
you step off a ladder but the climb has no abrupt end only so fast as to remove
or rewind the last 80
minutes of your life young footprints in the sand make a wall
craving some confiding shadows but smiling is l
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pleaDUB
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check this out ~Final-Overdose
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You might remember me... I used to read and comment a lot on your poetry, than I totally disappeared.
Well, the reason for that was that I totally disappeared from devart for about a year. There are some reasons for that, just as there are some reasons for my returning, but I'd like to say I'm sorry for disappearing from here so abruptly.
I see you've been submitting stuff, and once I get myself sorted, I'll get around to reading some of it and maybe even commenting.
Anyway... I must confess I'm not sorry for deserting the whole devart thing for a year, but now that I returned, I feel pretty terrible about deserting the community--especially the people I had regular contact with... Like you.
Please forgive me.
Peace,
spacefly
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"If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it truly is, infinite." -William Blake
cuz i don't wanna look like a dumbass on here
Thanks-Feel free to read and comment on my stuff frequently
~~Cory (SoftParade8)
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Start living or die...
Alex
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Der folgende Satz ist ein Lüge.
Der vorige Satz ist wahr.
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As small as a world and as Large as alone
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My Gallery: [link]
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*not the brightest crayon in the art box, but 100% bishoujo*
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//for we are many//
wonderful gallery!
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don't think, feel
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a prayer for the wild at heart,
kept in cages.
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