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Sunset Picnic

Your face shone orange in the setting sun. The colors seemed to melt together, mixing water with reds and orange and pinks and yellows as we watched. You mirrored me. Long hair, light instead of dark, gleaming in the twilight rays. We lied on the blanket, staring at the merging sun and lake. Salvador Dali would be proud of this surrealism. “Hey, do you see that stick on the water?” “Yeah.” “It looks like a coin slot. And the lake’s a large piggy bank.” “Yeah, it does. We

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Eh, don't worry about it.Standing between the oaks, he's leaning against a memory of back up north, touched away, as it were, from how it should be. It's a line tranced from behind his futures like scraping wind and water together to create life. It shouldn't be what it is, he said to the rabbit looking at him so curiously, painted yellow in time for the eggs to hatch.
Glowering across the window streams thoughts black and tainted like them tangled up in each other feeling what should have never come to pass. Not yet. Touching like widows on their webs, only time time to remain up here before th Eh, don't worry about it.
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MemoryYou were sitting with your back to the wall Against your olive door Opposite your perfect complexion Hair a river of deep forest In the thick of the night With the tiger-eye, a stone in white sands Glittering elliptical gems Carved into the penumbra of sun-baked glory You dug too deep in the sand and now the water is washing away Parallel rivers, snaking around a precipice
Washing away from the beach And from my crouched position at the foot of the stairs I watched; no, I listened As two hearts crackled and burned Smoldered But your lips smiled; two pai Memory
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The Lady of the Lake
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But It's ImpossibleThe space between two feathered hands to me Makes out to be a ribbon scented red But wings can't fly without the eyes to see To keep the scented ribbon out of bed
What makes the bird a treasured sigh to spill? It's not to be the feathers on its back But what's inside the beak the air to fill. It's something I do think the people lack
So shoot the bird and claim it for your own All Stuffed with Fluff has gone to sleep for good No matter though, the song flew from the bone Forever gone as though, as if it should
What good are birds when Soul yearns to c But It's Impossible
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nothing tastes of comfort.“give them nothing that tastes of comfort”
hey you. crystal solvent. ashes and urns and a gravestone with a unicorn. you, macabre in box, plastic with beauty streaks blond tipping dead hair face at peace and oh so serene do you know what this time of year is?
is there time time enough to find it up or down there? matter is mind and never anything more and it doesn't matter but i mind and i miss you. simply stated.
up north, the leaves fall now, the air gets cooler and it changes, land at apex apples and cinnamon sweet trees! with the nothing tastes of comfort.
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TransparencyBlow away the breath my words glided on I'm sure they sound a world better on the floor Transparency
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Chloe' Yingst

Wed Nov 3, 2004, 2:51 PM

Hahaha. You know, I used to think your screen name was tryng to be Ying Stitch, but just a cooler way to do it. I hadn't realized it was your last name and your initials for the LONGEST time!

Anyway, I misses you mucho, so you gotsta comment so I'll know your username, since I... forgot it... a long time ago. :-\

I've been so busy with stories for school that I haven't really had time to do any writing of my own besides scraps of poems and raw material like iron ore. It's gotta be refined, and even then it has like a 50% chance to turn out like shit and be too impure. Then you have to refine it AGAIN and AGAIN until you're sick of it and hate your life. So I'm probably going to be on a break for a bit. Occasionally I write essays when I become perturned, as I just wrote one on ignorance and how being arrogant is the fall of man (Or something like that ::shifty eyes:

Anyways... I need to get back to writing this 4 page story for Creative Writing, so bye bye.

BYE BYE CHLOE'!! :-P

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Current Residence: Springfield, VA
Interests: People and their interactions
Favourite genre of music: Rock and Techno
Favourite artist: Salvador Dali
Favourite poet or writer: Dan Brown. I love his writing style.
Operating System: Windows blah
Shell of choice: Conch and Black Lion's Paw
Favourite game: Final Fantasy VII... oh wait, you didn't as for the BEST game.
Favourite gaming platform: SNES
Favourite cartoon character: Ashitaka (Princess Mononoke)
Personal Quote: AS long as you're still breathing, you win.
Tools of the Trade: Uhm. Pen, paper, my computer? A brain?