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Ramblings of a Captive...I've been teaching myself patience through arithmetic.  Through theory. The phrase an imaginary guide once gave me:  "There is no excuse for being weak."  It haunts me and so do you, your shadows stuck in doorways they will never darken again.  And sometimes I pray for your footfalls, and sometimes I curse them,  But I'm teaching myself not to know them.  I used to be afraid of being left behind, and now I'm more afraid of being used.  Of being forgotten by the ones who I thought were closer than blood, than water,  Than my own self.  "Grow up Claire!" and I'm shouting at myself through storms, kno Ramblings of a Captive...
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It's not my story..... the way your hands break pages trying to find a truth hidden in the spine or in between words.  But there is truth somewhere in that ink and you can smell it, eyes turning red with lust as you  Break Break Break because you have learned that something must give in order for you to take.   
... but the way you hide in the empty corners of closets indicates that there is something of mine  That you are trying to bury. And that's the way we do things in california, helmets on and bongs at the ready,  As though you are about to fight off the French Foreign Legion with your insight and open personality.    It's not my story...
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Tell ThemI'm telling them.   
Tell them you know what life means  That it is a bunch of folded up cards that  You randomly pick out of a hat  And sometimes all you grab  are pieces of lint.   
Tell them you know every secret.  That elephants carry their babies for two years  Not out of biological necessity  But because they are wise  And try to keep the child from the earth  As long as possible.   
Tell them you know why sadness sits on windowsills;  
Why you have to keep your arms and legs  Inside the cart at all times, it's not that you might hurt yourself  It' Tell Them
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A Short Essay on Certain Ways to Die:

Wed Oct 14, 2009, 7:22 AM
Spades. Always spades.
Or maybe the nine of clubs that you found dancing in the gutter.
Thesis: You'll never remember it forever.
Re: You'll never remember the rain forever.

1st Body sits against the wall with a will
Shaking his head slowly in time with a beat only he can hear.
Support: Wasting away.
Fact: The mushrooms are rotten.
Fact: The onions are soft.
Support: I made soup and you would not drink.
Support: I made love and you would not heal.
Re: You will never be healed forever.

2nd Body is driving away, running away from a regret that
Won't leave her alone. Alone. Alone.
Support: Silence is death sneaking up slowly.
Fact: Your paintings are still on my walls.
Fact: Your face is still on my desk.
Support: I wish I could.
Support: I wish I could.
Re: You can not run forever.

3rd Body is jammed between the fridge and the stove
Where all the lights don't dare to shine.
Support: Everything has a crushing weight.
Fact: Love is heavy.
Fact: The ceiling molds us.
Support: I'll be your Atlas, your beam.
Support: Don't mind the walls, they may suffocate, but you can walk around them.
Re: You can not be trapped forever.

Restated Thesis: Eternity may exist, but we will never KNOW.
Support: Because all our experiences end.
Support: Because endings and beginnings are what shape us.
Support: I need it.
Support: Please.
Re: But I won't need it forever.

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  • Current Residence: Spanish-styled suburbia
  • Interests: Tortoises. Hands. Moving. Pumping Blood.
  • Favourite movie: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Into the Wild, and It's a Wonderful Life
  • Favourite band or musician: Iron & Wine, Two Gallants, whatever my friends and I play.
  • Favourite genre of music: If there is any talent involved, be it lyrically or musically, I will like it.
  • Favourite artist: It was Vermeer. But he cheated.
  • Favourite poet or writer: Ambrose Bierce, John Steinbeck, Herman Hesse

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Mood: Joy ~djyerba Sep 28, 2009, 11:29:16 AM
Thank you very much for the fav!!

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~Forumwar Sep 1, 2009, 6:52:52 PM
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HEY ~Clerby WHAT'S UP?

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There's a sky beneath my feet
Just eight thousand miles down
There's a sky beneath my feet
Far below this town

I want to see the other side
I don't want to go around
Dig and dig and dig with me
We'll find blue skies underground
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~Sarenka-chan Aug 27, 2009, 2:24:58 AM
Thank you for the :+fav: ;D

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"A simple child.
That lightly draws its breath.
And feels its life in every limb.
What should it know of death?"
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=Toume Jun 21, 2009, 10:21:20 PM
:heart:
thank you.

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what if i breathed
and you fell apart
at the seams?

who would do the
healing
then?
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~thetube May 31, 2009, 9:51:03 AM
Thanks for the fav.

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~adamedia Mar 31, 2009, 9:44:14 PM
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The photos are horrifically out of date but I like this poem a little and hoped you might.

Hi, I'm Kacy.

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Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle;

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~cloudofstrife Feb 2, 2009, 4:56:38 PM
Hmm, the link you posted on my deviation seems to not work.

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~Clerby Feb 2, 2009, 10:34:53 PM
Don't click on it! It was something that infected my computer, I'm sorry, and I hope you don't get the problem that I did.

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I’ve always walked in straight lines because I was taught to walk that way.
But there’s something about a jaunty stride that tempts me to transgress
And take the winding road.
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=aphostol Jan 26, 2009, 11:32:24 AM
Thanks so much for the favs ^^

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