garden with ivyI reach out to pull the apple from the tree but stuff my hands into my jeans insteadgarden with ivy
Sometimes it's so strong I want to yell jubilant to the yellow sky
Don't you?
If I screamed &#
it is only what it issuddenly my memories come clear washed by something extra-terrestrial superhumanit is only what it is
of swimming the black lake shining with the moon. damp-clothed bodies pressed together in newness
accounting wickedness one tick for each night one too many like shifting the filter over the ledger-book of your night-time behaviors
the horrors of new life (they're all laughing now) charging toward you paralyzed on the track sweating rage like processed poison the power of confession will
leave memory
Paint by NumberThe picture is nearly filled in; my paint by numbers life Turning new stretches of highway Anticipation in the dance of the Yellow Lines each fragment pulling you along to another spacePaint by Number
But the spaces are nearly full. All we can do is step away and watch the patches of color coalesce.
Will you hold my hand and walk?
Yes, there are still blank spaces. We could move in t
Septemberwe'll live with this guilt all the hurt of september stolen love and trust forget so we don't rememberSeptember
the days grow swiftly colder old friendships we sever leaves colour and die but memories last forever
the seasons go on unknowing while first kisses wither never forgetting my mistake misplaced love lost thither
these tears fall silently like this drifting snow and you sit there oblivious as if you didn't know
december arrives lonesome a year full of regret frozen blood on white snow the things i wish
Out from Hiding
Zeal
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Life sucks, I know. I just say it in a much more eloquent way
Just wanted to drop by and let you know that I hope you have a fantastic 2009, and that you achieve things beyond your wildest dreams!
All the Best,
Jess
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People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out; but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light inside.-Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
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People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out; but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light inside.-Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
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Life sucks, I know. I just say it in a much more eloquent way
Jess
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People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out; but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light inside.-Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
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Be.
Just wanted to drop by to say "Happy HoLidays"!
Have a great time with those that mean the most to you.
Best Wishes,
Jess
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PeopLe are Like stained-gLass windows. They sparkLe and shine when the sun is out; but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is reveaLed onLy if there is a Light inside.-ELisabeth kubLer-ross
CLick!
How are you? And what have you been up to?
I just wanted to drop by and say thankyou for watching me - your support means a Lot!
Jess
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PeopLe are Like stained-gLass windows. They sparkLe and shine when the sun is out; but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is reveaLed onLy if there is a Light inside.-ELisabeth kubLer-ross
CLick!
how's it going?
Jess
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PeopLe are Like stained-gLass windows. They sparkLe and shine when the sun is out; but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is reveaLed onLy if there is a Light inside.-ELisabeth kubLer-ross
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