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Dormities, you are an awful romantic.
Ohio is a long way from the frost-tipped pine trees,by laxrocks33 25 lines, on Sep 14 4:25 PM 2008 -
I believe Carl Barry is a beautiful man. There are many imitators here—but few can replicate in sincerity the persona of a man with a persby laxrocks33 6 lines, 1 comment, on Sep 9 7:15 PM 2008
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Passion does not fit inside a paradigm.
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To say something of near misses—
Lonely eyes and quiet kisses.by laxrocks33 31 lines, on Aug 24 5:31 PM 2008 -
I must not ask of you, circuitous Demeter,
to explain the peculiar vagaries of timeby laxrocks33 10 lines, 2 comments, on Aug 23 5:14 PM 2008 -
Two books sat stretched out on my table today.
It was morning; the clouds were bright andby laxrocks33 61 lines, 4 comments, on Aug 22 11:48 AM 2008 -
The writer is doomed,
because he cannot separate sense from reason.by laxrocks33 30 lines, 5 comments, on Aug 21 9:31 AM 2008 -
The judge wanted the prisoner confused.
He wanted him entombed in an unsolvable labyrinth.by laxrocks33 16 lines, 2 comments, on Aug 19 10:05 AM 2008 -
The fjords of Sweden,
distinct,by laxrocks33 23 lines, on Aug 19 10:05 AM 2008 -
Farewell to Helsinki;
as the world turns.by laxrocks33 37 lines, 3 comments, on Aug 19 10:04 AM 2008 -
It was a love story wrought by time.
In other words:by laxrocks33 25 lines, 4 comments, on Aug 5 9:23 AM 2008 -
This is a rough draft to a short story I've been working on; it's not nearly finished, but I was looking for some feedback regarding what Iby laxrocks33 29 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 31 1:56 PM 2008
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Oh, furnished harbor,
why do you sit, devoid of motion, outside my pale window?by laxrocks33 45 lines, 10 comments, on Jul 9 4:00 PM 2008 -
Thrown high-and-dry, the streetlamp was driven to say,
"On this night, this night no one is headed my way!"by laxrocks33 42 lines, 19 comments, on Jun 15 10:50 PM 2008 -
Why ruin the moment with poetry?
The wind lapps against my cheek like an old friend.by laxrocks33 22 lines, 6 comments, on Jun 11 10:08 PM 2008 -
only the cat slithers soft and silent.by laxrocks33 12 lines, 11 comments, on Jun 7 6:34 PM 2008
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The hamlets, sidewalks, and cafes of Chelsea are coated this morning. Not ensconced in buttery, vaguely sultry tones of deflated dew and m
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He rests now, kneeling just before the pinnacle
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This man, this man was unknown, Yet he was citizen number 32501.
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He's the maitre'd of stretched faces,by laxrocks33 70 lines, 8 comments, on Mar 23 2:36 PM 2008 -
Call it Saturday rain. Its been all over, As it seems I have been too, and now it’sby laxrocks33 37 lines, 2 comments, on Mar 10 3:19 PM 2008
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A black dog sits under an arched bridge at night. The sky was of obsidian hue, and raindrops pittedby laxrocks33 50 lines, 3 comments, on Mar 2 1:41 PM 2008
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Late this grey afternoon, the gloom hung heavy over the island, like an eagle’s majestic wingspan envelops the frantic squirrel before he is gone to Osiris. I was in a coffee shop. Pastel etchings of kingdoby laxrocks33 4 lines, 1 comment, on Feb 24 6:19 PM 2008
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Call the caterer of baked hams and poached souls,
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Caught between my breaths is the notion of you,
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Caught between my breaths is the notion of you,
A thought, or a glimpse, flickering in and out of focusby laxrocks33 35 lines, 13 comments, on Feb 7 11:31 PM 2008. In Love, Life, Society, Thoughts, Contemporary, Hope, Other, Personal, Pain -
Concerning a singular day, one day,
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It is when I am painting Paterson
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The blur is almost deafening,
A whirlwind of people engaged inby laxrocks33 36 lines, 3 comments, on Jan 25 4:56 PM 2008 -
Cher, with her larger than life hair,
black and feisty like theby laxrocks33 32 lines, 4 comments, on Jan 22 11:06 PM 2008
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