The Calm of the Brain StormThe "delete" key is often more important than the "send" button. I will put my brain down now and quit squeezing it.
~thegypsy-v1
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Unwelcome SalvationYou should be dead by now, bled out in the bath tub, cold razor blade set neatly to the side. The burdens of life press down. Anger, guilt, envy, despair, and embarrassment at the situation. Or situations. More than one. A whole host of them jeer from the sidelines. Look at your hands bloody from picking at scabs, nails broken into the palm in frustration. Red knuckled and sore from pounding the beat of your misery against the unyielding wall.Unwelcome Salvation
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An Argument For HopeThe morning shadows Greedily soaked up sunlight. Darkness drinks too much.An Argument For Hope
by ~thegypsy-v1
One-sided DiceIs it over? Was it ever even there? Was that the heat of shared passion Or the flush of a blush alone? There were times when I thought you cared, When I kept watch for your smile Like a sailor for a lighthouse in the night. Right up to the end I held hope That your indifference was distraction, That your unwillingness was independence, That my indelicacy was the root of your dissuasion from spending time together. But your hesitancy has another history, One apparent now that I've stop forgiving you Each withdrawal. Oh, how it hurts, thiOne-sided Dice
by ~thegypsy-v1
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HeartTrish was a lovely 16, her skin alabaster and her hair long and red. Shy and unsure, she never spoke to the boy. She only watched the back of his head in class and dreamed of touching his hair and having his arms around her. But on this day he looked right at her and smiled. And her heart trembled with excitement.Heart
Trish was a charming 17, her laugh brought silence to a crowded room and her smile made young boys take their eyes off her breasts. She loved a green eyed boy in silence, though in his heart he knew. The day he vowed to return that love to her, she gave h
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The Girl Who Got AwaySwift as summer, sweet as noon— Your clockwork face, swings dustier toward the passing future. Sunlight sparks from cheap jewelry adorning a windowpane, forgotten streets spread out below in relief.The Girl Who Got Away
Insides spread outward for a world to leech from till colors bleed, and sunlight fades the pavement to rust. Faded shockwaves of passion slip farther and faster and deeper, toward a Neverland of feelings lost.
In between hate and loss slips an end— Grimy walls reflect a rainbow, of love sustained and hope magnified. Arms spread wide to
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- Operating System: Linux
- Personal Quote: We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. - Aristotle
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Time is the death and the healing.
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~The Gypsy (v1)
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Time is the death and the healing.
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~The Gypsy (v1)
I love the little zombie-fied computer person: gotta pry myself away soon, or I'll look just like him.
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I appreciate the
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations
The roots of the future run deep
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~The Gypsy (v1)
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations
The roots of the future run deep
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