2009

5-4-2009

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plain, puffy, and slightly sad

my face stares back at me 

my reflection startles me

and i do not know who i am inside

at this moment in time i am lost

lost somewhere between my mind

and my thoughts

my words and my actions

my feelings and the truth.

i could run forever and never know

if i was strong enough to go the distances

that i have sowed here

in the earth.

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31-1-2009

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i like the feeling of my feet on the ground,
my heart skipping beats when it
comes to take off.
breathe in deep-
a hole in the garden-
feeling the air seeping in;
it fills you with a cool surrendering
that once noticed- lingers;
for but a moment,
leaving you with nothing but your feet
planted firmly on the ground.
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18-3-2009
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the sudden falling moment
heavy in the air;
you cannot wait for another-
with weight shifting onward.
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20-3-2009
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the travelers passing
bring the coolness of
the days air,
it stings the skin, fresh.
gently rising in the
violent fashion of
the perfect moment of
a symphony-
archaic and true.
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20-3-2009
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i am the owner of
red puffy fingers,moving slowly in the trains light;
early daylight.
my bloody fingers grasp at
the stagnant air-the dry
stagnant air of the car,
burning the nasal passages
as it passes into the whole of
my body- burning itself, dully, into me-
sitting here, searching,
red puffy-bloody fingers.
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20-3-2009
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Feverfew,
you calm the
intricate folds on
fingers; held flat to
the pages of the
Daily News-
your sweet breath;
anxiously searches
the morning sky for-
for some stranger of
time, to put
your trembling body
to resting with
the sands
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31-3-2009
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cover me with
your gaze,
look upon these
peasantries,
and judge them
as with me.
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3-4-2009
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the air moves stale in
a tepid room,
seats tremor under
the weight of minds that
stay within them.
the rumors shake the
walls, small drums
passing contraband
onto the tongues-waiting
behind teeth,
waiting and expecting something
more.
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3-4-2009
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large hands-
i've always wanted
large hands,
mine are small-
childlike and clumsy.