How weird is that, Christmas in winter...


ChrysalisArms cocooning you, I whispered in your ear, Assured you of what I saw in you, Beyond the mirror's reach.Chrysalis
You saw.
You metamorphosed, Emerged, And spread your new-formed wings.
You soared.
Defying gravity, upwards, upwards To that star you couldn't see before, Entangled in the Universe's red nebula hair. Feel the power of her supernova, The force at the heart of her sun.
And I remain on the ground, A shell in your shape.
Pigeon Love

Why We WriteIf he wrote a poem about her, should he begin with a conjunction? Would it be better to try an adjective instead? Should he ask a question or raise a point or evoke a feeling? What, exactly, would be the point?Why We Write
Another collection of words to hammer in the truth of lost love? If he wrote a poem about her,
where would the linebreaks be? Ending on important words so the reader remembers them? Some sort of back-of-the-book condensation of feeling? How should the idea of loss be executed in syntax?
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Stile's going after Hulk in 1A!
Hi Tater!
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See?
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Funny thing about black and white. You mix it together and you get grey. And it doesn't matter how much white you try and put back in, you're never gonna get anything but grey.
-Lilah Morgan "Angel"
speak is the wrong word.
Long time no correspondencefulness!
Much better. ^_^
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See?
It's bones, btw.
Zhoop.
Wow noone's commented on here haggis.
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See?
I have NO IDEA why I wrote that.
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Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end...
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Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end...
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