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Within Without You

My thoughts were disconnected today, but I felt you walking through them. I felt you opening doors and flicking lights in the rooms of my mind that I have closed up for too long. I was always a step behind you. I entered each room, candle in hand, only to find that you had gone into the room beyond that. In your wake, I found freshly cleaned thoughts, dusted and polished to ensure they caught my eye. Within each newly cleaned thought, you are contained.
I separate myself from my sheets in the afternoon, not from want but from necessity. Surging forth, I

Take It Away

If I was bigger than you: I’d cradle you in my arms, I’d sing you a lullaby, I’d tell you that everything is going to be just fine.
If I was braver than you: I’d break the waves for you, I’d slay your giants, I’d never accept surrender while I breathed.
If I was better than you: I’d stare down your demons, I’d offer myself up to them, I’d take the pain from you though its weight crushed me.
But I’m not bigger, not braver, not better.
And the demons just laugh when I lay d

Cream Soda

The traveler is pouring lighter fluid across the dry wood as the pyromaniac impatiently flicks his lighter. He’s watching the photographer setting up his equipment, listening to the singer chopping fire wood in the forest, while the writer is trying to find more blankets.
The pyromaniac touches the flame to the discarded paper, the photographer is poised at a safe distance, focusing on the flames, accompanied by the singer’s background music, clear and clean in the air, while the writer decides to find marshmallows, an attempt to appease the traveler’s hunger for adve

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ProgressionI. In the morning, an innocent wet nose nudges my door open before I am awake. Nuzzling beneath the covers, the puppy falls asleep with me.
The heavy scent
of strong brewed coffee sneaks in soon afterward. It soaks it's way through my covers and underneath my pillows, & Progression
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CitrusI once inquired what you took from this place. You said, "She smelt of oranges." Citrus
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Touch
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The BeginningThere is an emotion
                       contained in the tip of your eyes
                                                               past the break of your shoulder
     The Beginning
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Without InstructionsPuzzles are easy to solve because they accompany a picture.
Riddles are nothing more than useless plays on words.
Enigmas unfold underneath the detecting, watchful eye.
I am all, three in one, puzzle, riddle, enigma, and who can solve me?
Where is my easy answer? The blueprint,
the pun, the detective.
Who can piece me together?
I am the noble savage, with the high sloping forehead and stoic features required of my position.
I am the aristocrat, bred of kings and lords, Without Instructions
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A Smile is an Easy GiftYour smile is as fierce in its appearance as it is in absence.
Beware: silent witness, stalking prey, ferocious in your game of cat and mouse.
Where you walk, none can follow: spiral here, unravel there.
Welcome ally, frightful but pleasant foe, always a welcoming face.
Tempt fate, walk your own path, with a laugh here and a grin there.
Surreptitious riddles, "We're all mad here." A Smile is an Easy Gift
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Be Sure to Stay for TeaYou are mad, my dear; Stark Raving Mad. It could be contained in your mind if you chose but you spread insanity Far and Wide.
It’s the many hats you wear; host to a variety of thought. Circle round the table to pour each and all a taste of your reality.
Tip your hat to creativity before it lands on the chopping block. Your testimony irrelevant to save another’s throne.
In the end, you’ll be the same, saucer and cup balanced in hand, and the people you see
will celebrate you: one by one. Be Sure to Stay for Tea
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Teyrnas Unedig Prydain FawrGiven the chance I'd sleep in seeping fog tonight and every other night I spend away from you.
Our dreams of running away from this place and ties that bind are fruitless.
I wish on second stars and hallowed ground, beside river banks and clock towers.
I wish for something more than what we have.
Given the chance I would spirit you away to the shadows of Kings in Albion. Teyrnas Unedig Prydain Fawr
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Forever ThineIn the garden center, the Dahlias are blooming, a deep, luscious red.
Dahlias are a complex flower, a web of overlapping, curling petals wrapped in ever smaller circles.
You loved Dahlias. You tended them every year: white and yellow but mostly red.
I bet you never knew the scientific name for Dahlias:   Dahlia hortensis
or their traditional meaning:   forever thine.

I doubt you ever cared that red is the color of royalty.
My earliest memory of you is watching as you painted your nails Forever Thine
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CauchemarIt  crawled into my rib cage at the dawning of the new moon; a necessity for ancient pagan rites,
the moon drawing life from the sun,
imparting nourishment to its faithful: the creature among them.
It burrowed, carving a nest
for itself amidst my flesh,
wrapping slick coils around my core,
preparing to feast upon my flesh
when the appointed day arrived.
Strange,
to know the end is nigh,
unable to arrest it’s advent.
My time is coming…. Cauchemar Cauchemar
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Joy in the Morning

Journal Entry: Thu Oct 22, 2009, 9:44 PM

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I have an idea for a blog, but I'm not sure if it's feasible. The premise would be something along the lines of finding joy in the small things, a sort of "joy comes in the morning" project.

The idea came to me on Monday. Sunday night I restrung my newer guitar and it's the first time I've replaced the strings on it, and it's the first time I've done it by myself. Monday morning when I started to play Norwegian Wood, I experienced an overwhelming sense of joy simply at the feel of six new strings.

I think life should be more about experiencing and appreciating those moments instead of dwelling on overwhelming negatives constantly.

In a sense, I think I would like to have the blog be a project I updated three or four times a week. The ideas I've been turning over in my head include having a day for author quotes, song quotes, a poetry day, and a story day. Ideally I would like to have most of the content be from other people than myself.

I think this is something I would like, but I'm curious if it seems appealing to others.

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Current Residence: North Carolina
Interests: Living, Being, Avoiding an Existential Crisis
Favourite movie: Charade, The Philadelphia Story, X-Men, Clue, LotR, PotC
Favourite band or musician: Switchfoot, relient k, Anberlin, Falling Up, The Beatles, Kevin Max, Coconut Records
Favourite genre of music: I'm loving the Indie stuff more and MORE
Favourite poet or writer: Wilde, Austen, Barrie, Bronte, Christie, Poe, John Green, Kevin Max
Favourite game: Apples to Apples (addictive doesn't do it justice)
Favourite cartoon character: Scooby Doo :)
Personal Quote: "We can slit our wrists, bleed and die for each other but we cant save us from ourselves."
Tools of the Trade: Pen, Pencil, Laptop, whatever's handy