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Progression, by -L

rain drops falling into a reflectionOf a glowing neon signBright and crisp in honest contrastTo the breathing storm cloud skyClose your eyes and sleep, you liarPray that tonight you will not dreamBec...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 23:41:00 GMT

A love letter to yourself.

  Listen to someone tell you about yourself. Not the kind of  things that you always get... the shallow, half-hearted, fake-smile complements that call for a shallow, half-hearted, fake-smil...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 01:07:00 GMT

The clock is stuck on the countdown, by -L

Looking back, we seem to've been so youngDevious scratches bled and stungBut time healed them up, they grew soft andturned lighter in colorThe world, in it's constant motionFuels the combat and commot...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 01:13:00 GMT

A Marble, by -L

A cold trek accross the canalEach step, adrenalineShe shoots me up with sugar Bites my neck, and dresses me Hold me in your two scarred handsThe Vampire GigglesI rest my head on my kneesOn the edge of...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 23:35:00 GMT

Subdue, by L

You're growing into a beautifulLittle freak of natureA steady, steaming, rising upTo dominate the futureThe clocks will wind themselves all upUp to the point of breakingWe live quite distructively wit...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Dec 2006 18:26:00 GMT

Bus, by -L

It's been a meloncholy bus ride past thesmiling golden archI always thought I'd be the drummer notThe drum in that victory marchA drummer with a clear mind that's Pregnant with the truthBut instead, I...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Nov 2006 04:25:00 GMT

Delvia, by -L

(long poem I wrote sometime last year. Less meaningful now, but relevant as ever. Think ya can follow?)    DELVIA Sunset spent apon the shoresitting in the sand alone with herselfDelvia...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Nov 2006 04:19:00 GMT

love me two times

   Boy, oh, boy-howdy. So where do we find Lottie this time? Listening to The Doors at 8 in the morning at Zack's house. (I found an Island in your heart...)    Lately, I've been ...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 08:07:00 GMT

"Before I closed my eyes for the Last Time" - written by my beautiful sister, Ginnie.

      (WRITTEN FOR DEE AFTER HER GRANDMOTHER'S UNEXPECTED SUICIDE ON 6-10-2001, WRITTEN BY GINNIE ON 6-12-2001)   -BEFORE I CLOSED MY EYES FOR THE LAST TIME...-    &nb...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Oct 2006 16:28:00 GMT

A Trim

 My hair is getting uber long, (for a former-pixie-cut-addict), and I was to chop it up. But I won't. Because mama says "No."   I feel shit-tastic. Lot's of little things I guess. I've ...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Oct 2006 07:07:00 GMT