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Lugubrious AttentionNot right.Lugubrious Attention
Greasy crescent moons-
like cuts upon the surface, slime without a trail, hardening, but not healed.
Permanent, unchangeable as scars.
Arrows shot, let fly!
Tipped in horrid juice, they pierce beyond flesh
and the senders laugh, often the receivers too.
They are twisted. The only ones that feel it
are the only ones who can feel.
I must confess, it’s all so hot and wrong
(though I admit I’m no innocent apple-seller). You wipe your hands upon your apron, quick to hide the
by ~moonshinehollow
Afternoon StrollNew bird houses being built; A self-righteous science teacher thinks he’s doing the birds a favor; the wood sanded so nicely, the ID number written in sharpie, letters as black as tar.Afternoon Stroll
The house is empty, no sign: “FOR SALE, OPEN SUNDAY” looms in front, or perhaps new families don’t like the
prospect of a one room, ½ bath flat. I can understand: moving from open air, strong, protecting branches,
the moon gleaming just above, the wind ruffling feathers gently,
To a lovely, hard, wooden, box. Dark,
but cozy.
I ca
by ~moonshinehollow
ArizonaDuring one of the six billion days that make up aArizona
year when you are five and your brother is three
a photograph framed an instant.
He looks more like a sister,
hair long, softly curling, white as corn silk, His eyes are round, nose small, skin pale,
smile open to allow some happy to escape.
I am clasping him about the neck,
pulling him close. It probably hurts, but
he is too loving, too kind, too young to protest (the rebellion is yet to come). Later, we will probably have a parade around the house, pots and pans upon our heads
by ~moonshinehollow
DuskThe hot air balloon is dreaming. Softly, recalling bright yellow, orange, red. Overflowing warmth, floating above the highest green; Swallowed in blue, with a fire inside.Dusk
Inflated, smooth sides curve like hills, slipping through air
like a fish through water, like a snake through grass, like a
hand through hair.
Deflated, forgotten flat upon a meadow Spewed like a tragic rainbow, ripped like a storm-beaten cloud.
The hot air balloon is dreaming. There are stars on the ceiling,
and all around.
A sphere within a sphere, bubble within bubble,
by ~moonshinehollow
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- Current Residence: second to the left, and straight on till morning
- Interests: reading, writing, sketching, pen and ink, internet, being with friends, singing, dancing
- Favourite movie: Empire Records, Garden State, The Secret of Roan Inish, Big Fish, LOTR series, and a lot more...
- Favourite band or musician: Loreena McKennitt, Evenessence, Joni Mitchel, Beethoven, soudtracks, Linkin Park & MUCH more
- Favourite genre of music: the one with the music
- Favourite artist: many many many favorites, and edward gorey
- Favourite poet or writer: J.R.R Tolkien, Ray Bradbury, Robert Frost, Garth Nix, Susan Fletcher, Monica Furlong, E.A. Poe,&
- Favourite photographer: ansel adams perhaps
- Favourite style of art: i really like the stuff that has to do with nature or is really dark or is abstract
- Operating System: *beep* *turning wheels* *flashing lights*
- MP3 player of choice: ....
- Shell of choice: what do shells hear when they put us up to thier ears?
- Wallpaper of choice: the ones i make when i have no life
- Skin of choice: warm and smooth
- Favourite game: sprout ball
- Favourite gaming platform: thank you so very much to the dear sweet lively friends that allow me to watch while they play
- Favourite cartoon character: Mickey in the night kitchen
- Personal Quote: plus ultra
- Tools of the Trade: PENCIL and PAPER, and my sketchbook, computer, keyboard, colored pencils, etc. and my imaginatio
- Email: locubbiegrl@comcast.net
- AIM: moonshinehollow9
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i might be a gear this summer. im gonna try real hard.
you sohuld tell me how i go about doin that.
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My path is bleak-before me stretch my morrows,
a tossing sea foreboding toil and sorrows.
And yet I do not wish to die,
be sure, I want to live-
think, suffer and endure.
-Alexander Pushkin
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"On balance life is suffering, and only the very young or very foolish imagine otherwise."
-George Orwell
you're cool.
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All You Need Is Love
you're cool.
<3--kk
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All You Need Is Love
just thought id let you know
midget ho
for a crow
Oh. NO.
I have to go.
Watch a show.
Of bubbles to blow.
and threads to sew.
And friends or foes.
Your brain is slow.
I like hot coco.
It goes with the flow.
Minny wears a bow.
deers frolic with does.
Isn't this a good po...............
em
<3--mo
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Oh how I adore thee eternally
As the Petal of an orchid
As the glisten of a creek
Thou art the singing of the willow
Thou art the friend that I seek
~As the heart fascinates, the soul is divine~
Molly Ponkevitch
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"Music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music.”
- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
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