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Grenadine

as our hero returns to battle the evil minds threatening to destroy the city
(a short poem for the son of the moon)


sort of an accident, really

i soaked
in the pages, full
of words and words
full of our smirks
and stares, our oh-fucks
and tears

i knew how to make words, then
(it's sort of coming back to me)

(a little)


  • Last seen on Oct 18 9:53 PM. Member since August 29, 2006.
  • I'm a citrine experience poet for 178 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is "Update YOUR quote, motherf....".
  • I am a 27 year old girl from Virginia (United States)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm asleep.
  • I have 178 comments, 2 contests

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  • Stride : Qui Es Grenadine?.. on December 8, 2007
    Grenadine, for lack of a more eloquent phrase, is the shit. Or at least a good part of it.

    Well, I think I just shot that analogy all to hell...

    Seeing is believing! Now open your damn eyes! (Directed to the public)

    -Stride
  • Mulefa on October 2, 2007
    Oh but if you think I know what a pronoun is you're quite mistaken.

    Who on earth are you?
  • cafegroundzero : Qui est vous? (Who are you) on September 27, 2007
    Qui est vous,
    donc,
    qui me demande,
    qui nous demande l'attention?

    Ditez-mois, tell me:

    Who are you?

    Qui est vous?

    Maybe you are the one
    maybe you are not...

    The one who bears the message,
    the one who cares to listen,
    the one who watches,
    the one who waits,
    or...

    Are you another? Who are you?

    Whom do I wait for?
    For whom do I wait?

    We wonder,
    and we pray,
    and we go
    about our day.

    Hoping,
    dreaming,
    waiting,
    living.

    Who are you?

    Tell me,
    tell me, do.
  • Suzanne Dia on August 31, 2006
    You look verrrrry familiar..

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