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ClueYou are so close and yet so far You've made it here, yes here you are! Yet here is not where you should be There's still much more to learn of me Go back from whence you came to here And try another path my dear. When you reach that different goal You'll find more windows to my soul.Clue
by ~cowutopia
Noah in the City “I’ll take an everything bagel with cream cheese and a large coffee, black.” The acne-ridden boy behind the counter nodded and rushed around behind his counter to get the man’s things. The man, clean-shaven and dressed in a sharp suit, picked a New York Times out of the rack and put it on the counter, then reached in his pocket and dug out his money clip. Poor kid, he thought. He’ll grow out of that stage soon. Then he won’t look half-bad, unless he does some damn fool thing like piercing his tongue. The man remembered when he was that age, but didn’t want to.Noah in the City
by ~cowutopia
Return to CenterA cold snap in late August. Dew, caught by surprise, Clings frozen to the grass Helplessly twinkling in theReturn to Center
Cold light of the sky's pale heart.
I glow in the tiny fire of my cigarette. I don't even know why I am outside, Shivering in my underwear, Sucking the poison down to clear my head.
You've left and I have returned to center, Like a swing forgotten
After the child has jumped away.
Cool smoke drifts upward, sailing to join the
Confusion of all those caught in the cold with me. The sky is ribbed and it appears to breathe, A mo
by ~cowutopia
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a mother’s voice is meant to sail
upon the early evening air beckoning her children from their play it is the arm which extends into the neighborhood to gather them away from their hunger and to pull them back in its song rides the evening sky amidst the arcs of starlings who collectively ascend
as if released from the weight of summer that voice is meant to bend against wind which rises from stillness warm and summoning calling them back even to memory
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I'm AliveDead-stop radiator chill Under the open window By my lonely bed Cold on my fingertips Lets me know I’m alive.I'm Alive
Powder-blue creamy vessel Ceramic binds Poured black nectar Heat on my tongue Lets me know I’m alive.
Sweet bitterness of Long-distance Coffee breaks with you Words in my mind Let me know I’m alive
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Keep up the great writing...it's (a)musing to me! And far more pleasant to read than the several large books I've been neglecting at uni.
Grazie!
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~sarjé
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Even if we embrace until it begins to hurt
We two won’t be able to become one.
Even in a place deeper than kindness
Touching each other is merely pain.
Please, bind us together!
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Tori has spoken.
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