Friday, March 19, 2010
And we never talk anymore
the silence grows until there are miles between us
uncross-able paths that twist and turn
journeys that are cut off by the angry twist of the ocean
or the solemn stubbornness of the forest.

And I am left, digging my toes in the warm sand along the lost seashore,
trying to be a guiding lighthouse to your wandering ship,

but you will never come back, (they never come back)

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Friday, March 5, 2010
She dances in the sunshine,
spiraling away from the world.

Her mother calls her "Daisy,"
but the world has christened her "Daffodil."

Yet, her lovers know her better
as Black-Eyed Susan.

She wanders aimlessly,
too restless to be called a house plant,
but too tame to run with the wildflowers.

Too exquisite for a weed,
too plain for a rose.

So, she'll dance among the reeds
absorb the sun's warm rays
and call herself
Daffodil.

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Monday, February 22, 2010
http://chillyjilly23.deviantart.com/art/eleven-155044016

A poem I wrote.

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Monday, February 8, 2010
Can't move,
Can't breathe,
Can't think
with this dreadful, heavy asphyxiation
lingering over us.
Destroying us,
Destroying love.

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Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Yesterday melts into smoke,
Translucent with time.


We were young and hungry,
searching for a truth we could not know.


She is a young masterpiece,
painted with fiery life.
The creation of a once-vivid imagination.
An oxymoron of the world,
constructed of rigid movement
and cigarette smoke.


Listen to the worshipful songs that fall from my tongue,
feel the gentle poetry that escapes my lips.


Success through stress
An interactive economy
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Friday, November 20, 2009
One of my new works that I want to share. However, it's arrangement won't publish on blogger.

If you are interested, here is the link:

http://Chillyjilly23.deviantart.com/art/Dear-You-144235608
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Monday, October 19, 2009
Why approach your empty passion,
investigate your drunken experiment?
Suffer fiery, wild pain,
an exquisite agony.
You're much too young to understand
what you observe
the swirling water,
washing away all that is pure and clean from your soul.

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