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prayer-beads.

The sunlight dapples fallen leaves, dapples your eyes, and can't chase away the darkness. The sunlight dances over dust motes in this old empty house; she is in your room crying as if her heart has broken. You cross your fingers and count off dreams on your rosary, your graceful artist's hands skimming along beats of ivory.
The whispers of the house-ghosts meld with your muttered prayers, meld with her sobs, meld with the soft chink of each ivory bead against the next. Her own self-interest brought nothing but pain, brings bruises that litter her arms and scars that criss-cross her back and ribs.

Heaven is a gift, t

tear me down again.

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rivers of disbeliefLearn to follow the wolves, child. Through this forest of truth, where there is no honor and no shame - through this forest alive with a hundred glowing eyes, you run; you run, and you hide. The glory of our forefathers fills the air with a pulse; this pulse speeds your blood, makes your heart race and guides back to where you belong. rivers of disbelief
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you're so coldDear Amanda,
Do you wake up every morning and wonder why you're alive? Are you afraid, Amanda? Are you scared to get too close because you're afraid to be alone? I know how you feel, Amanda, I know what it is to come home and hide my face in a pillow. I know what it is to wish you were dead or numb or no longer afraid.

Do the dead watch you, Amanda? Because they watch me, with empty eyes and blank faces, they watch me and they whisper eulogies and epitapths. They watch me and they reach out with shriveled hands and jagged rib-bones. Memento Mori. Memento Mori.

Remember, you will die.
The dead ar you're so cold
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Two years later, I still follow you into
subways, still hallucinate you on
platforms. In the cities where cabs
scream like children, I hallucinate you
on streetcorners, I hallucinate you in cars.
I pretend this is easy. I sing Sinatra
to the drunk and homeless at night.
I dance, grabbing the edges of my dress. I twirl.

Two years later, I hug myself in
Central Park at noon. The hint of
laughter that runs into mania, then into tears, becomes immortalized in my spine.

The heat of your ghost creeps
up my neck in the summer; in the w by ~sweetie-you-had-me

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dig my toes into the sand the ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket i lean against the wind pretend that i am weightless and in this moment, i am happy

i live.

Journal Entry: Fri Nov 13, 2009, 8:27 PM

Honest.
I really ought to post here more often, but it's often all I can do to just be like, MESSAGES! DEVIATIONS! SPAM! because I'm a lazy person and I fail.

So, hello internets! I have a couple of poetry-like things I need to upload, maybe once I stop procrastinating and do my homework.

One day. Thanksgiving break is right around the corner, though I'm not sure how busy I'll be.

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Interests: love. compassion. redemption. angels. you.
Favourite movie: transformers 1 & 2. mirrormask.
Favourite band or musician: the cruxshadows. skillet. placebo. incubus. lacuna coil.
Favourite style of art: photography. poetry. doodles.