February 2012
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when I stand in front of you I feel time within time, and I feel no sort of its creation in our human mind’s at all all eternity becomes one long moment a pause in the the womb of reality or perhaps sultry imagination
now I speak of women, all women because life is woman books and poetry is woman manifestation and polygamy is woman innocence is woman
I crave the female entity because...
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a good poem will never cease to make me weep.
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We have found the balance. Learned how to love greatly but also learned how to look straight ahead when it is time to go. We have kissed with the promise of beauty withering like a tear that has a storm living within its heart. We grieve and smile but subtle smiles. We are romantics. Our words decorated with virgin blood and our bodies soothed by coffins.
-Rune
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There are two kinds of sufferers in this life. People who suffer from a lack of life and people who suffer from an over abundance of life. I suffer from the second.
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Lately.
I feel as though my body has been consumed in a calm wave; that I have just been ebbing through natural life. I know nothing of anger, nothing turbulent; be it happiness or frustration. To describe it best I feel like a flower that is slowly opening knowingly aware that my life will not be that long, however accepting of it for it is not in my hands. Ultimately my destiny is in the hands of...
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Follow your passions
To writers and those who believe: I have read before of writer’s that would pack up and leave to delve only into writing, reading, and sharpening their craft. I would wish that for myself but never thought I would have the courage to do so. Not very long ago something in me cracked, not a little crack, it was a force that broke me in two; completely shook me. I knew that I had come to...
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My womb screams bloody murder My legs twitch in the horror of passive yearning
warmth
I walk down the park and remember your hip bone and your wrists your sighs suddenly blow the autumn leaves vibrations;;
the sun melted on your tongue and you reminded me that .love. is more than emotion trembling between two smiling souls.
It is blood, hope, and bones.
it is poetry, ink, and words.
you are...
