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About Me Member Emotional Poet 36degreesUnited States

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Bloom

Her parents always told her not to play beneath the rosebush and so she did, the dark rich scent of roses and damp soil made all the more inviting having been forbade. She would curl her tiny eight year old body into the shadows and close her eyes breathing deeply.

She did this for days, tending to the long thorn-borne stratches on skinny arms and legs without her mother's gentle help. She would pour stinging clear rubbing alcohol and fight tears. Still she returned to the comfort of the rosebush, hiding from both the summer sun and rain.

Each long scratch throbbed during the times when she was unable to return to

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The voices of Dead MenLifted by the voices of dead men I cry:
"This world is not meant for me!" The voices of Dead Men
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LoveOh treacherous thing! Oh bloody thing!
All slick muscle, soft heart, white bone All aching teeth and quivering lips all tears and soul-deep moans
Oh ravenous, oh breaking thing!
All held-in pleas, all swallowed sighs, unvoiced screams All bitten nails, swollen tongue all bile and half-dead dreams. Love
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BloomHer parents always told her not to play beneath the rosebush and so she did, the dark rich scent of roses and damp soil made all the more inviting having been forbade. She would curl her tiny eight year old body into the shadows and close her eyes breathing deeply.

She did this for days, tending to the long thorn-borne stratches on skinny arms and legs without her mother's gentle help. She would pour stinging clear rubbing alcohol and fight tears. Still she returned to the comfort of the rosebush, hiding from both the summer sun and rain.

Each long scratch throbbed during the times when she was unable to return to Bloom
by ~36degrees

Haven LostWhispered etopia in the eyes of a boy promises of a private heaven a haven
Screamed oblivion from the hands of a girl broken and giving you hell without shelter Haven Lost
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Hello again.

Sun Mar 11, 2007, 12:27 PM

I'm back. I haven't done anything remotely artistic since I last posted.

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Interests: Anything related to words
Favourite band or musician: H.I.M., The Cure, A.F.I.
Tools of the Trade: Pen and ink

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~hidingbehindglass Mar 18, 2008, 9:00:25 PM

consider me pageview number 1821.

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He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale, and so luxurious in its appointments that its supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is, willed into solid reality.
-Thomas Andrews, Titanic (1997)

~hidingbehindglass Oct 4, 2007, 7:28:17 PM

i'm gonna keep spammin' ya until ya post something here. ok, i'm completely lying, but I MISS YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale, and so luxurious in its appointments that its supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is, willed into solid reality.
-Thomas Andrews, Titanic (1997)

~hidingbehindglass Aug 29, 2007, 7:29:52 PM

consider me number 1650... and i miss ya...when are ya gonna post? *is lonely*

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He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale, and so luxurious in its appointments that its supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is, willed into solid reality.
-Thomas Andrews, Titanic (1997)

~hidingbehindglass Mar 16, 2007, 9:42:38 AM

yeah-it's me again...
love the stuff you've posted on this one.
that scrap of a poem-i thought it was a complete one. poems don't have to me 50 pages long. hell, they can be one simple sentence.

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He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale, and so luxurious in its appointments that its supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is, willed into solid reality.
-Thomas Andrews, Titanic (1997)