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The Deer Hunter
Pray about this she said. Quietly she began to leave the room. Every small every big, every thing in general was leaving quietly, had been for years and now there was nothing left but the sound of her dress brushing against her hips and the tick tick tock of the clock.
Time, Him and I had been playing this one for keeps, all or nothing, Deniro faces Walken, mad eyes, everything/nothing to lose. Him and I, we were freinds, and had been passing this gun for as long as I could remember, anticipation rubbing every nerve, until there was nothing left but the three of us, no other dimention, no room, no thought, no reason, just Time and I and my support and savior from all: Monique, caught in the headlights of my head on collision with life.
I am sure your prayers mean more than mine dearest.
She did not smile.
Even her eyes, even they did not smile, that is how I knew: she was gone. Large Brown Wet with no discernable end or beguinning or purpose. No purpose other than love, charity, and te
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Literature
Here's To All Too Familiar
Life is a lot less about change and much more about staying the same. Life is a lot less about moving on and much more about letting what ever it was fade away.
That is the way.
Somewhere along the line I've forgotten exactly where I was heading: all I know is the treetreetree lined up against a purple night-bruised mountain slicing through the fog and sometimes the rain. Miles and miles and days.
Each morning's present, the not so unique feeling of waking up in a box: stale air, no leg space, windows and doors, closeing in on me. The farther I got the less I remembered until finally it seemed this was the only feeling in the universe, the only scene, the only dirt, sky, stars. Somehow they looped and looped through and through across state lines and mountain passes, always new, always the same.
As I slept through the latenoon hours I seemed to recall something else, someone else, something. It played like merry-go-round music leering loud and monotonous, I sing it now but I am not sur
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Together Again
"What things we shall see my sweet in dives like these, when fires ignite grey window panes"
The locket seemed to melt through my fingers and before i knew it it had landed on the floor with the sound of metal pericing emoition. The yellow paper cut out so haphazardly and placed there on the right side, opposite us in a tragic irony: it receded into shadow as the locket snapped into two peices and we came tumbling down over poetry and plagerism, I am not sure if I ever told you that I didn't write that, but I didn't mean for you to beleive it was me.
It was broken alright and upon further inspection I decided that it could never be put back together again. Not broken, dead, we are, most of all you, but in my way, so am I.
November in Prescott: Motel, as simple as that, and at Two in the morning we found that ugly room there among all the pines and the ramshakele houses. Four am I fell asleep and at six am it was still dark but I woke up and couldn't get close enough, it was cold, delic
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Literature
The trip from one town
I love the silent trip from one town to the next. Its the only way to appreciate Arizona's beauty, all that noise just wears down the rocks, it sucks all the color out of the sky. At night, the place dims into a ghost world.
All the sun bleached bushes and sun bleached people seep into the darkness and disappear. They just don't exist anymore, not on the horizon, the sand blends into the sky, they become one, a single picture frame of deepest blue background, cricket symphony.
The 86 Nova breaks through to 80 on the strip, humming, shattering the night into a thousand pieces, traveling from pavement to back roads, short cuts only we would know. Our own personal light parade.
Through the passenger window all the industry along the train tracks light up with bulbs too bright for household comparison, they twinkle close and far, like stars, only brighter. And when we hits the rocks and flow down into the dips it seems like they are flying, and this car we're one of them. Alcyone, Asterope
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The feature of my life
sheepish and small, the fold out memories of mini graphic movies. Features of my own. Steeped in meaning, practically drowing in it.
Well those colors are so vivid, as you peer from those brown (trailor park carpet kind) eyes, down to your palm, to watch the summed up montogue of my life, about the size of a ladies pill box(and just as naughty)you realize, if stretched, blown up to life size proportions, they do little for the senses and even less for the imagination.
so. that is me.
bottled and packaged for your entertainment. Cheap wine, no doubtable intoxicating, with an after taste you will soon beg to forget. Taking the grapes out of delicacy and giving them back, kindly, to the super market shelves (every girl, every boy right there along the lines with me)
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I really dont know yet
Light bends accordingly. The sharp distance spins out of focus: as the Ones march in, as the love flows in. As memories fade.
What was once a sheet lies in tatters behind a desk in a room that used to be mine. Twelve boxes of belongings stacked in the closet. Every Three months there I apply another one, another lost age, how do I own so much "stuff".
Well that sheet (butterflies faintly) is all I have left of my childhood. And like those who have gone before it, under it, twisted and contorted. Like them I forget now where I have left it, and why, why it was so important.
Just a pang to the heart, telling me Yes. I do love. telling me that something special passed between us, and if I tried I could break my heart with visions of your face, voice, words typed through thirty miles from there to there, two places so foreign from here. If only I could remember and get back to laughing in the warm evenings of August, blue flashing screen: on fire with the fact, yes, the fact, that he will
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Seraph777 Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2014   Digital Artist
Thanks for the Watch :)
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MarcelPerez Featured By Owner Sep 15, 2009
Thanks for the Watch!!
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ernestsparrows Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2007
and thank you for bringing a poem to my liking.
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Citrouillet Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2007   Photographer
:aww: :)
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Citrouillet Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2005   Photographer
Thank you Sarah :rose: for the :+devwatch:

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Citrouillet Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2005   Photographer
Thank you Sarah :rose: for the :+devwatch:

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iamkatia Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2005
thanks for the fave on 'the offering' sarah! :blowkiss:
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MakeShiftSoul Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2005
You're my first random deviant of the day.

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Citrouillet Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2005   Photographer
:#1: Thank you very much Sarah :rose: for the :+fav:

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Kanzo Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2005
thank you for the fave!
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