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Memoriam To AutumnSunlight radiates from me  The old wooden folk-radio vibrations  tickle our bodies as we thrust in the grass.  
I miss the days where we could let ourselves go:  wild and young beneath the light of thousands of gleaming, foreign stars  There are days I wish I was embedded in memory. Memoriam To Autumn
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Universal Wish TimeWishing-  It’s like missing but passive.  11:11- our time  except, as the clock strikes again tonight  I am the only one to notice.  Alone to wonder where you’ve gone.  So far away yet so damn close-  To being almost perfect.  I wish you weren’t just a figment  of my heart’s untamed imagination.  I wish my love for you was nothing more  than a four-letter-word.  
I wish your lips and fingerprints  never crossed paths with the depths of my body  I wish you were nothing more to my eyes  then one passing stranger  
Yet every night, it never fails- Universal Wish Time
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Epilogue To AnarchistMy Anarchist held me in his arms one summer afternoon  And told me the harrowing tales of his butchered ancestors  While baby’s breath submerged my face in airborne bliss  
And his calloused fingers, worn and white, explored me from the outside  Inwards.  
He had been away for far too long  
The boy that kept my cold heart beating  
When it was nary a degree outside.  He, my boozy, blazing Byronic Hero  I, his lightweight, his pillowcase, his muse.  
Together at last, as we faced forever  With gritted teeth; tomorrow ain’t so bad they say.  But tomorrow’ll be different Epilogue To Anarchist
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Conversation PieceThe skinny man on the park bench took another drag of his herbal cigarette, and chuckled to himself, as people who are conscious of their smoking habits often do. You can always tell when one is smoking for superficial reasons instead of just sad, animalistic need. You learn these things eventually around New York City.  He passed the stinking stick under my nose and asked me if I wanted to take a puff. The nicest thing a civilian has done to me all these years. I wrinkled my nose at the smoldering roll of paper, but I nodded and took it between my index and middle fingers.    When a person inhales, it’s like turning Conversation Piece
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Twelve Beers to MidnightThe sky dulled to an evening purple as the world came to an end.   
Robert vaguely remembered the background chatter as NASA experts debated each other over causes and effects on the cable news networks. To be honest, he had quit listening a long time ago, once it became clear that nobody was entirely sure how it was happening.  
 
At first, everyone had been positive it was some kind of nuclear experiment. Then there were rumors of international macro-terrorism, alien invasions, and rail guns. Nobody had the real answer.   
Panic flooded the streets as the citizens of the world fled their homes to hide precisely Twelve Beers to Midnight
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The little lightSo once again I’m back  
In this room of darkness that I have made for myself  And as the darkness surrounds me  I think of those words you said  “Pathetic”  
“Loser”  And the worse of them all  “Disappointed in you”  So many years have past since I felt that feeling  
And still those words hurt  
And now as I sit in this room of darkness  
There is no hope  
There is no tomorrow  There is nothing  
This time the darkness wins  
But then I hear a voice scream out at me  I look around and see only the darkness  I hear the voi The little light
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DeceptionBury me, oh counterweights of Cupid!  Take this heart from my chest  And burn its ache away.  I crave not the lust of adolescence,  
But the physical pleasure of adulthood.   
Yes spurting confusion is a symptom  Of the disease that plagues my fingers  And toes and makes me wild within.  If I wail my distaste, would the FDA  Hear my plea and stir up the medicine I need?   
So God intended suffrage in place of sleep.  Can I protest? Or are petitions not allowed?  Sorry, officer. Thought this was public property.  This house has never been off-limits before,  At lea Deception
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A Much-Overdue Apology

Sun Oct 25, 2009, 10:19 AM
  • Mood: Homesick
  • Watching: football game with roomie
Hello fellow dreamers

Liz Smith is alive and well and living in Poultney Vermont. College is...well...interesting. I'm trying to figure out where it would be best to begin telling all of you what has since happened since I relocated. Umm, for starters, I got my tattoo. It's a dove spreading its wings and it's on my back. The man situation? Ugh, severely lacking. I have my eyes set on someone who barely even acknowledges that I exist. Most of my nights consist of meditating or smoking up and watching documentaries. I love the people i have met here, but I miss all of my people at home too. I'm in our school's production of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. I play Candy Starr (I was the only freshman to get in!) I will be going to WALES!!! over spring break for a singing tour with my school chorale.

A lot about myself has changed. I've been trying to grow dreads (hasn't worked exactly, bleh) I've been battling with the freshmen fifteen, and my eyes look a little droopier. But other than that, I think I've found peace with myself.

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~firefly63 Sep 27, 2009, 1:52:05 PM
Hi! (It's Erin.) Sorry it took me so long to leave you a comment...
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~lizzysunshine77 Sep 28, 2009, 8:55:50 PM
Erin!!! How is college? I miss you<3

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I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with.
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~firefly63 Sep 29, 2009, 5:24:40 AM
College is okay. :) What about you?
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~lizzysunshine77 Sep 29, 2009, 12:02:08 PM
just okay? Oh I love it here. I mean, it's a lot different than life in Jersey, but I love it.

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I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with.
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~firefly63 Sep 29, 2009, 1:55:30 PM
I guess by okay I'm referring to homework. XP
Yeah other than the obvious schoolwork, it is fun. How is it up there?
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~Sinnisterdictator-v4 Aug 2, 2009, 10:19:31 AM
:iconfailboat1plz::iconfailboat2plz::iconfailboat3plz:
:iconfailboat4plz::iconfailboat5plz::iconfailboat6plz:

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:nod: Quitters never win
:nod: Winners never quit
:pointandlaugh: But someone who never wins and never quits is and idiot

And now a message from Confucius..
"war does not determine who is right, war determines who is left"
see?->:ninjabattle:
:iconsinnisterdictator-v4:
~Sinnisterdictator-v4 Aug 1, 2009, 5:19:42 PM
:iconsharknoseplz::iconsharkeyeplz:
:iconlizzysunshine77::iconsharkbodyplz::iconsharktailplz:

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:nod: Quitters never win
:nod: Winners never quit
:pointandlaugh: But someone who never wins and never quits is and idiot

And now a message from Confucius..
"war does not determine who is right, war determines who is left"
see?->:ninjabattle:
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~Miss-S-Bird Jul 27, 2009, 3:34:29 AM
Thanks for the watch!

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~lizzysunshine77 Jul 23, 2009, 5:50:20 PM
you're quite welcome. your cherries made me smile.

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I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with.
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