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Love HatesHe watches me with concern in his eyes,
he asks if I'm alright.
I want to cry,
I want to say no,
but I lie
every time he asks
and say yes,
and drag my feet through
I dream that I'll love him
but I can't,
The Exile's Songlong ago in days of life
we stood on these hills and watched.
long ago in days of fun
we sat in the corner and glared
long ago in days of joy,
we laid in the alley and cried.
long ago before the anger,
we had dear friends to share life with.
Long ago, before the hate,
we had love left to give, and sight
just to seeÂ
but now it's used to judge,
you against me.
whispers echo off the walls
the undead slowly travel these halls
nary can the frozen bat fly
freedom is kissed goodbye.
City Poemï»¿ old blue chevy truck
rattling down the city street
beside the worn old choo choo track,
no more old brick walls
now only tall steel skyscrapers
with glass elevators
nothing is old
nothing but the
old blue chevy truck
rattling down the city street.
The salted gray-blue waves of
the ocean lap against
the white powder
sand. The gulls cry overhead,
and fight over a discarded
I glance at the clear, velvet blue
sky, cloudless and touched with the ghosts of the stars.
The white hot sun almost
touching the ripple-glass sea,
turning the gray-blue into orange-gold.
I turn my head away, blink away
the after-images, then look back,
so not to miss the
I wander through thickly crowded
trees, breathing the fresh morning air, shivering
as its dampness chills my lungs.
The branches creak with the breeze,
a bird's warning call,
a martin high in the oaks and pines.
A stream chatters to my right,
and I pause,
taking in a moment's serenity.
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sit down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More