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For A Bird

You, comely, are the yellow bird
I never shall forget,
though time, and its unending flow
may seperate us yet.
But let us think not of the years
we cannot even dream.
The moment is what matters most;
there, things are as they seem.

There, seldom are the hours lost
to worry or concern,
and emotion is natural,
not feigned, or fought, or spurned.
But even when the time we share
begins to slip away,
your eyes will still be beautiful,
tomorrow or today.

Oh, how I long to match their gaze,
and hold your silken hands,

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The IdiotYour listless restriction still rests on my cheek, and it only gets worse when I rest, so, with repose unbecoming, with the listlessness numbing, I grow shallow, in thought and in breath.
And this isn't freedom, and I'm not pretending, and you're an oblivious mess, but still I confide in your coquette persona to relinquish the pain in my chest, to defile your stark abstinence with abject objections, and talk of erections, and a knowing you'll never forget our endeavors undertaken in comely twin beds.
Did the quaintness repel you, or did it compel you t The Idiot
by ~fadedirys

You, Weathervain.One, two, three-- Fortissimo; alas, we've drowned in sound, and now the world explodes, in a vast, vibrant, violent display of moons that set and suns that rise-- of night becoming day-- and how our ears will ring like wedding bells, or tribal, tremulous cymbals crashing in the bowels of hell...
Oh, how those holy ghosts and broken notes will swell, and we will sway and imitate the earth beneath our dying, dancing feet; like Dali's clocks, we'll drip, and dangle nude from trees, and still, the Sun will shine-- a You, Weathervain.
by ~fadedirys

For A BirdYou, comely, are the yellow bird
I never shall forget,
though time, and its unending flow
may seperate us yet.
But let us think not of the years
we cannot even dream.
The moment is what matters most;
there, things are as they seem.

There, seldom are the hours lost
to worry or concern,
and emotion is natural,
not feigned, or fought, or spurned.
But even when the time we share
begins to slip away,
your eyes will still be beautiful,
tomorrow or today.

Oh, how I long to match their gaze,
and hold your silken hands, For A Bird
by ~fadedirys

UntitledWe're falling, feeling low, and laying out, with teary eyes and weary heads that tell us thoughts to keep us up when we just ought to go to bed, and sin, and sleep, and hope to God that we should dream.
Perchance, my dear we both deserve our fevered brows, as payment for our whispered words of honesty-- of love and sex, and ignorance. Let's fight the sickness off with citrus, and let our kisses bear us witness. Untitled
by ~fadedirys

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Sat Feb 3, 2007, 7:43 PM

Today I felt like a little kid again. I woke up late, colored pictures of my best friends with crayons, listened to the songs I used to hear on the radio, and spent time with the only person who matters.

It was a beautiful day, and I'm anxious for what tonight may hold.

Also, Deviantart is cooperating with my school's ISP, so i was able to post poetry for the first time in ages.

HUZZAH!

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Current Residence: Seattle, Washington!
Interests: Everything.
Favourite movie: The Holy Mountain
Favourite band or musician: Radiohead
Favourite genre of music: Indie Rock
Favourite artist: Salvador Dali
Favourite poet or writer: Fyodor Dostoevsky
Operating System: OSX
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Wallpaper of choice: Bunny
Favourite game: Chrono Trigger
Personal Quote: "So, when did you meet your sister? ...Wait..."
Tools of the Trade: Pen, pencil, paper, guitar, vocals

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~mojofleur Feb 4, 2007, 11:10:06 PM

thanks a lot for the fav!

~mr-sisken Dec 6, 2006, 9:08:12 AM

I have been trying to watch you but my computer will not make it so. So know I am, and love your gallery. You are inspiration. Keep on writing and challenge yourself constantly. (i do)
P.S. Thanks

~MBoulad Nov 20, 2006, 7:36:22 PM

Thank you for the fav on Gibraltar Falls, it's much appreciated!

~0Encrypted0 Jun 18, 2006, 4:49:38 AM

Thanks for the

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~blasgo3 Jun 17, 2006, 5:49:45 AM

Thanks, many thanks for the favorite on NORIA V2! Cool you like it!
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~laura-mars Jul 20, 2005, 7:35:01 PM

cool work, you've a way with words.

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~bookdragon Jul 18, 2005, 4:40:49 PM

Great poetry. Being a great fan of classic poetry I usually dislike "web poetry". In fact I avoid the web "poetry cafes" like the plague. Several Deviant poets have suprised me with their talent. You are one of them. I bet you read poetry as well as write it. That seems to be the difference in the badly written, angst filled, no flow poetry I was bombarded with in poetry cafes and what I have read here on deviant. A true love of poetry. Not just a love of the idea of being a poet.

BD

PS my own poetry is not great but I make no claim to be a poet, and recognize my own mediocrity.

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