Poetry and Prose
What a joke. Mine anyway. Just run on sentences and inverted grammar and repeated patterns and aimless ramblings. Beautiful words lost in the effete purpose and slaughtered by my inarticulate mind.
Ramble by Sleepymaggie at
7/09/2006 04:26:00 AM
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It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity
in the air -- you can almost hear it, right? And this bag was like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that's the day I knew there
was this . . . entire life behind things, and... this incredibly benevolent force,that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse.
But it helps me remember... and I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in.
-American Beauty
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Anonymous, at 12:36 AM, July 13, 2006
Names dont matter. I hardly ask for them unless theyre given. But when my favourite lines are quotes from a movie that hit me, I make it matter.
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:)
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Sleepymaggie, at 12:57 AM, July 13, 2006
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