I may or may not actually get around to it.


DarkThe dark is down; having sidled up the east horizon, having picked her way building by building across the cityscape, she blushed and purpled over the last gold rays of evening, and she lays next to our quiet with a pink and amber gingerness, wanting very much to come in.Dark
In a city way, she is estranged from the silence, bumbling and apologetic in her own home. We have dinners, clean-ups, dessert chats. All quiet and private in our houses, we go to bed, leaving the dark testing her hopeful smile against the windows.

i never told you about that silly little watercolor i wanted you to paint of me.oops.
I haven't watercolored in forever, so it would probably be horrible, but if you give me a photo of you I'm willing to try!
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-Lucy-
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We are what we think.
All that we are arises with our thoughts.
With our thoughts, we make our world.
-Buddha
~Namaste In La 'Kesh~
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well, i have been off this website most recently and its hard for me to keep up with everything so i mostly stay away, but i just wanted to let you know that i still come on to read your poems and send the links to them to my friends all the time because youre just too great of a writer for words.
have a lovely lovely day..
thank you, you too
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you're not a realist... you're a dreamer who doesn't believe in the dream
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