cosa seria
el legado
como que todavia
no se ha llegado
y el bingo cerrado
pero mira cabron
no hay candado
- Last seen 7 hours ago. Member since March 31, 2003.
- I'm a dreamwine poet for 3859 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Why am I explaining myself?".
- I am a 25 year old guy from New York (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm living.
- I have 3,859 comments, 6 contests, 3 addlines
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I've never lived so much it could kill me. But I1 / guess things don't change, they just get worse. 2 / Lying here looking up into a maternal chandelier
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I've never lived so much it could kill me. But I1 / guess things don't change, they just get worse. 2 / Lying here looking up into a maternal chandelier
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Anubis on March 28Hello Cristos.. You probably don't remember me.
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naikipet me on July 1, 2006hey butt what happened with the writing??? where are you... on here...
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naikipet me on May 26, 2006note to self...remember to write some good stuff before cristos looks at my stuff again so that he will think i am cool and awesome and worthy
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almostthesea on December 10, 2005the chords knotted together like insane nouns Dante
you are in bed in the dark copula you
of the musical phrase a few star birds sing in the branches
their voices are tangled not high
now all of them are dark and some move you
were a word, in the wood of my life
where the leaves are words, some of them fucking
in obscurity their clasping is terrible and brusque
pain birds ache thru them and some
are lighter and seem to suggest less
of death than of a viola da gamba player these
birds sweep past in the forest
of my hands on your chest, as we move
out on the glowing sea of the tropics on an ice pack, you,
You (IV)
- Tom Clark
