Indian Giver

The Tragedy of You and I

2009-09-05T16:05:17Z

Intro: His name does not matter. It should not. We will wrap all of our secrets up in metaphors and let them steep. Our story follows. I can't say when I met you. Not because I do not want to, but because the truth evades me. I do remember. It ...

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so and so

2009-09-05T09:46:01Z

smaller than a grain of sound,we run off undress our souls, sparkle in the daylight and breathe off we go through the foliage taking in the taste of the trees slow to start we run in circles drawing off ancient energies of liquid air we fal...

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paper

2009-08-27T16:04:45Z

It started yesterday. Pages, Ink-startled with life meticulously scribed. A rendezvous-- incomplete. Days past now stagnant and laced into dusty deja vu. Yet, there is a lull; the sun creeps over the horizon, then sinks. Blood runs thick and...

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Daniel

2009-08-24T21:19:54Z

Little boy I had so much hope and the pills came chasing after you. They give it a name, but can not be certain of any outcome forthcoming. LIttle boy, You can do it still. They give it a title to answer their questions. Where are your que...

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"COME WITH ME! I have an AMAZING idea!"

2009-08-19T04:06:01Z

lacquered in a heavy, grey film, I observe the world. blotting out detail pursing my lips on the tissue of dim; my visage enhanced. smoke surfaces where it does not belong my fingers seem foreign I examine them in wonderment breezeway lips to imag...

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Airtight

2009-08-19T04:04:56Z

green melts into my fingers I soothe the earth in rich, slow strokes lying on my back I feel the ground exhale. My lashes flicker and earthly debris falls slow off my careless cheeks. I breathe. my figure lay akimbo to breezes grazing the curve of...

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listless

2009-08-19T04:03:19Z

long, drawn out summer days kiss the nape of my humid flesh breathe Is it enough to exist? Is it enough to write letters I will never send? I mourn the loss of you. Colors pass over the lids of my eyes cool themselves in flutters You light up the ...

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asleep

2009-04-21T05:19:21Z

spinning clockwise daydream haze things are what they are not functioning for utility and living ondays only pills can cure lovers laid out on racks fresh fish baking in the sun someone else's latest catch irregular movements in the dark long...

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untitled

2009-03-10T23:31:37Z

Strictly unmentionable content wrapped in a careful blanket of contagious lies, we only kiss in a thick, contaminating haze. And you only reciprocate on Thursday between 6 and 10; the vector is quickly forgotten. We slip through...

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An Epic Journey

2009-02-22T08:20:56Z

It becomes increasingly hard to breathe after each daily purge. What was once associated with relief during illness no longer carries those characteristics, but has become absolutely interwoven into everyday existence. If illness has to be part ...

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