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~WallabyArt-Poetry

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fibers of my worldfibers of my world   
snowy self-assurance  cracks  like eggs in fingers  young,  too young, to know  the  delicate in life.   
lava, cinder plumage,  swell  and steam impassioned  mem'ries  rising slow to broach  the  forest of your mind.   
revelation wanes in  pow'r,  all cognitive antag-  onizers  feeding like an acid  eats  away at gleaming flesh.   
still, though, swaying,  squinted eyes, and sigh  -ing supple words to  build the fibers of my   
world:   
"i love you." fibers of my world
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rainwalksrainwalks   
pregnant skies with wishes  tumbling forth, charged wet-  ness---conduits for dreams.   
thunder echoes every thought,  electic and sublime, praying  trees to listen like a story   
begs for air---dank pages, seep-  ing words to lap our porous  minds.  walking bitter streets,   
the angst renounced in soli-  tude, i banish pasts and  futures so the moment lives   
in me. rainwalks
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practicing guitar alone by...practicing guitar alone by moonlight   
expiation flagging, short notes  blaspheme rising chords, a  drunken clamor shaking hands  askew with twisted effort.  nimble bends shift voices  up with stretching metal's  whine, never losing time  to silence thrown aside  in shock.  wanderings are  adroit, no staleness tempting  flutt'ring fingers, and  an audience of one concedes  to sonic rapture's grasp. practicing guitar alone by...
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once she wroteonce she wrote   
inimitable grace, profound,  nimbly leaping word to phrase,  cautiousness atoning for the  lack of forward speech...  eyes   
down, voice to bow and quaver,  bending diction once she wrote  to me arrested in a dream... aches  
 
of thoughts' convergence weaken  bodies yet to meet; ne'er a path,  though, found twixt truth and  what we lived to be. once she wrote
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cookies is back!

Mon Aug 4, 2008, 5:13 PM
i havent wanted to sully my homepage with a journal entry, but i felt like writing.......COOKIES IS BACK. yes, the girl that damn near any love poem on here is to/about.

i havent been on deviantart a lot the past two weeks because ive been a few states away from home visiting with people. while i was here, i got some.....communications regarding cookies and am very happy about where things apparently stand at this point. i didnt say something like "i got some emails from cookies" because something like that could put her in jeopardy [if it were even true]. who knows how completely stalkerish and obsessive her parents are about me...

so hello to everyone that will never read this. ill be back in california this week after eighty years on a bus.

---end transmission---

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  • Listening to: the tragedy of lacking headphones
  • Reading: as i type
  • Watching: letters stream from my unconscious mind
  • Playing: no games with anyones hearts
  • Eating: myself :-(
  • Drinking: purified death

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  • Current Residence: bay area, california
  • Interests: photography/digital manip, writing, guitar, juggling/diaboloing, philosophy/theology/psychology
  • Favourite movie: donnie darko, the fountain, american beauty are the top 3

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~Sparky650 Nov 25, 2009, 5:24:20 AM
Thanks for the favorite.:)
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~BlackCatKaya Nov 10, 2009, 5:19:07 AM
hey, thanks for the :+fav:
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~shadowmancer-reborn Nov 2, 2009, 4:06:01 PM
By the way, what's wrong with having William Blake as at least one of my favourite poets? As it happens, I was reading his "Auguries of Innocence" today, and after suspecting from the work, found out that he was, indeed, a vegetarian. So this is on top of him having been British, a Christian, and an Anarchist. Face it, Mark. William Blake was fucking cool.
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~WallabyArt-Poetry Nov 2, 2009, 5:12:04 PM
i like blake. i wouldnt call him my favorite, but who knows who the fuck that would be.

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i lick, i pant, i love. i am a wallaby.
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~shadowmancer-reborn Nov 3, 2009, 12:38:51 AM
I was under the impression your favourite poet was John Donne.
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~WallabyArt-Poetry Nov 3, 2009, 10:59:32 PM
he penned what was, for a while, my favorite poem.

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i lick, i pant, i love. i am a wallaby.
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Mood: Sociable *madlynx Oct 13, 2009, 3:56:03 PM
Cheers for dropping by my gallery:-)

Have a Wonderful Evening Mark:peace:&:love: :flagcanada:

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Un clin d’œil n’est pas un signe d’un flirt seulement;-)
C’est aussi un signe d’une complicité entre deux personnes;-)
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~hobbo-kitty19 Aug 29, 2009, 9:45:50 PM
Well hello. :] It's been a while! How are you doing?!

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"She is mine." Edward's low voice was suddenly dark, not as composed as before. "I didn't say I would fight fair." -Edward Cullen [Eclipse]

-P.S. Twilight Movies=Fail
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~WallabyArt-Poetry Sep 10, 2009, 7:42:27 PM
jfhfkjd, i didnt see this whenever it was that i last signed in! i check your profile sometimes and stuff... so yeah, i havent forgotten about you :-). ive been doing fairly terribly, like usual. im gonna go post on your profile so youre more likely to see it.

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i lick, i pant, i love. i am a wallaby.
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