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Christmas SpiritedI WANT DISNEY. WANTWANTWANTWANTWANTWANT!!!! God, I feel like a three- year- old.
If I could be any Disney character on the planet, I would be Wendy Darling. I don't care that she isn't a princess, that's who I'd be.
How about you? Who would you be?
Sense of AgeShe is only a girl. A small child in a large world, her head filled with princess and fairytales and hope. He is a boy, but almost a man. All too familiar with the scarier aspects of life, he does not know hope. But he holds that little girl's hand every single day after school when she crosses the street and hoists her onto his worn, drooping shoulders so that she can pretend to be on top of the world. A testament to his slowly blooming maturity, he buries his gloom and dissatisfaction and listens keenly to her half- told stories and half- sung songs. She is his light in dark corners, a brightly burning candle banishing the shadows in his miSense of Age
Standing StillYou did a cartwheel on the sand, the lopsided acrobatics flinging bits of dirt and rock into the air. I watched you shine, like a sunbeam, your soft laughter cutting through the roar of the thundering waves so happily that it burned my ears. You then asked me to join you, but I told you that I could not. I was stuck, you see. My feet firmly anchored in the dark, moist oceanic soil with each reaching wave pulling me closer to the earth's molten core. I felt like maybe, just maybe, if I stood still enough I would become a tree. Muddy sand squashed between my toes as they became roots, sinking ever so slowly, deeper and farther into the shore. DStanding Still
RootsWalk with me. Step by step in perfect time, hands entwined, and barely breathing. Fragile hearts beat fragile rhymes, Lovely songs they sing and sigh Never speaking.Roots
Left foot, right foot Walking slowly Who knew love would be so costly? Uncertainty’s alive around you. And who was wrong and who was right? As our hope screams and bleeds and fights Like a fastly fading flash of light, Shh, don’t cry, I’m here beside you. And where are we walking to?
Trust me. Separate souls yet much alike, Palm to palm and gras
Ariel
Truth speaks uneasily.It takes two to split one.Truth speaks uneasily.
Cigarette butts, unsung paper cuts
Sometimes I listen to the cries in the night, Drain the skies and paint it all green
like terror
You say insincerities like all your forbears and their cats.
I can hear them pit-pat, faucets supercilious.
And when they lay back and laugh? We cough, coughs and shit, shit.
They tell us love is the answer
Deity's tears dribble down the window
like
Fallen stars.
I put money in your hea
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"You cannot shake hands with a clenched fist." Indira Gandhi.
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"If the world didn't suck, we would all fall off."
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"If the world didn't suck, we would all fall off."
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"If the world didn't suck, we would all fall off."
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