To myself,
NeutralI still have a lot of cleaning out to do on my account. So much has changed, and I'm so happy to be around again.
How's everyone been? =]
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M-ocean- of WordsShipwreck float in circles, across dreary cutup seas. The water makes me nauseous, so I collapse before your feet.M-ocean- of Words
And every breath I gave you, meant to rock the boat along. Every wasted word I lent to steer your heavy load.
All the waves are gentle, and I feel I may adjust to the open airways and places of mistrust.
A spot, a dock, a lighthouse in the dark. Every gleaming ray
(would or would not) lead you back to me.
I wished that I could whistle deliverance like the wind. So that you could hear me &n
by ~Verdriet
Redeeming ReservationsBy chance I mayRedeeming Reservations
stutter calamity across a cloud or
whisper into a tree of hushed desperation and emerald leaves.
I wanted to breathe a symphony across your field to make mountains grow from the bruises on the ground.
In retrospect I liked the light, but never more than the moon. It brought the rain, and I grew up:
a blade in your full field.
What are the chances that connection saved me from browning in the dusk? Coming darkness on my skin to teach me how to love.
Recollection of bitter tastes,
by ~Verdriet
Evening Phone CallsPhase one: Who’s there? Angel of arson’s laughing in your ear.Evening Phone Calls
Hold your breath. Don’t dare fall. She’s pushing you. Lose your balance. Don’t you fall.
Phase two: Old familiarities burn your ear. I swear I can’t hear.
Exhale slowly. Shock paints patterns across your blank face. Leaves it frozen and ablaze.
Phase three: You wonder why. You paint the sky in pastels You paint your rage in heat.
Phase four: The end. Free-fall and come clean plagued black and oh so dirty.
by ~Verdriet
Our WarAnd it's an army of fear, welling up inside of me. Oh, what was I thinking when I just let it go?Our War
It's swirling into vibrant masses of disorderly hope. I told you to listen to yourself, but my heart revokes.
In 5 years time I'll be shallow and when we try to dive back in we'll float in sorrow's history and break our thoughts on the bottom's top.
and still will time pass on with my prisoner to it's thoughts and if I were to fall I would only fly right through from the base of this fight
up into the clouds and away from yo
by ~Verdriet
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- Interests: Writing, activism, animal rights, veganism, history, theories.
- Favourite movie: Bent.
- Favourite band or musician: The Weepies, Tegan and Sara, Straylight Run, Lifehouse.
- Favourite poet or writer: Francesca Lia Block. Classics; Poe, Chaucer, Shakespeare, etc.
- MP3 player of choice: I rather love my ipod.
- Personal Quote: Why settle for a single line when you could have a lifetime of words?
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