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my augusta: October 2011

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Sunday, October 30, 2011. With eyes that tell how long we've been gone,. And hands that stick and skim,. We hold on to these heartstrings,. While tangled up, limb to limb. Saturday, October 22, 2011. Here you are again. Hello old friend,. Careless like dollar ones. Tells me you're no good,. No good for me. Hello old friend,. Is it now you see me? Years you've let me be,. Did you think that now,. You can demand and disavow. All that i allow. Did you think that now,. After your song was. I want me back.

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my augusta: February 2011

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Friday, February 18, 2011. The twilight shatters around our bodies. As we lay together, breathing softly. This hunger that is buried under our skin. Quietly unsaturated, under nourished. We stay an inch apart, avoiding lush sin. But waiting for the break, the end of tension. We look and do not touch, awareness. Taut like a pulled wire, sizzling like. Sun drenched skin, and we are so eager. Eager, eager, as we drink in these meager. Touches - brushes of skin, breath against lips. The glass you left. Like ...

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my augusta: April 2011

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Saturday, April 30, 2011. Baby don't you see (we're an accident waiting to happen). I'd rather get drunk and drive fast cars. Self destruct than feel the hurt you hurt me with. Better to pile in the scars and spare parts in a fancy little jar. Than to let the cry bubble out when no one's hearing anyways. And i look back to memories of frantically running out. The back door barefoot in the cold and wind and rain,. Lungs heaving, compressed under cries, this shout. I am alone compressed under broken hurts.

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my augusta: August 2011

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Monday, August 29, 2011. We laid our commiserations. To rest in the sand by our hands. In the sky, we drew in constellations. That mapped out pathways up high. Above the sullen, sunken land. Fingers bronzed, and melded still. We lit the unlit lamps of the stars,. We nursed the young oil to flame until,. It glowed like the embers of afar. On the sea puddled pools of backward suns. That sway and ripple like sounds on waves,. Linked to each other, one-by-one. And lit up, like the path our life has paved,.

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my augusta: May 2011

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Friday, May 13, 2011. Six words to stand on. I've got six words in my feet. I stand on them with clay bones. And say them to the beat. Of my soul's flight southbound. While the winter wing chases. Me down the street. Even when bones waver in the rain. The clay skeletons turn to mud. Like a broken vase on the sill. My knees fall to my ankles. And even then, i wait until. The rain washes my body away. Take the last bit of clay hands. And grab those six words. Like an anthem of my mind. Once upon a time:.

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my augusta: March 2011

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Wednesday, March 16, 2011. You speak, in a room. Full of no one and every one. And i can see, in truth that looms. All the shaking you cover up. Pressed under skin like a hiccup. I can see you now, you tremble,. Hear the jolts of your heart ignite. Feel your words, in the air, fumble. And i wonder who you see out there. When your eyes stop and stare. I hear your self deprecating humor. The laugh that hides the face of you. And the pain that quietly murmurs. That travels through you and into. Looking over...

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my augusta: i think it's you

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Tuesday, June 19, 2012. I think it's you. I think about the curve of the back of your head. As it connects to your neck. Delicate and strong, like bones. I think of the kisses i've lain there. Soft, like a virgin laying on flowers. Or stubborn, like wind against a mountain,. Think of how this has changed me. Like wine unto water, coloring. Deep red, burgundy, sweet and pungent. I think it's you. Who i want to hold close. And treasure in my arms, like the. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). What do i want.

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my augusta: July 2012

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Friday, July 20, 2012. I always think of my memories like this:. Without sound, just lips moving,. Playing on repeat, like a silent film. With a few glitches. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Welcome to my journal of poetry, prose, and writings. I started this blog in Jan 2010, I can't believe I've had this blog for more than a year! Thanks for reading,. All the letters youll never read. What do i want. Simple template. Template images by blue baron.

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my augusta: July 2011

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Wednesday, July 20, 2011. The wisdom of winnie the pooh still gets to me. It's filled with child-like, innocent hope and poignancy. It's a simple thought, but one filled with a genuine love of friendship. and now, a poem. Hold hands and hold on. Do you see its pulse race? And my whispers, quiet quiet? Slow down, frantic child. Don’t let it go away now:. The road is a million miles,. A hazed horizontal, the shore. It’s time to hold on, let the feet. Drag on the pavement, hot. More of this motion,. I know ...