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About Me Member Wannabe Novelist aredheadedwonderFemale/Estonia

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mild child

The skyblue eyes of my girl reflect marshmallow-white cottonclouds. She blinks – and rain splatters down, against her bare porcelain thighs. Oh, what sight! –
Red white yellow roses drown, and her applegarden’s underwater.
My girl, she runs inside,
feet splashing watersparks up from grass.
She hides in an old six bedroom country house.
It smells of moulding bibles,
of moth-eaten fur coats.
The sturdy closets lining walls
reek of magic.
Grandma’s lace curtains billow
to the beat of rain against glass.
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may-december weatherbeestung, stubble-scratched lips are red red red red bra, red tights, red dress red dancing shoes. kiss- kiss me red raw be red hot on snow cold skin tremble hands, dizzy head make me see static again, my may-december weather- you’ve grown up, you let it snow. may-december weather
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madwindit snowed today – hopes quietly trickling down scarce paperwhite dots (the stuff they fill boxes with) mad wind curling hair around this worldstop moment smothering all –– for ever, for 7 minutes, 31 seconds (it’s brilliant!) do you remember november’s no-star highs? they’re gone! blue winter boots can save you now! madwind
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you're still a fly
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Memory LockGive me the sun in a diamond glass. I'll hide it away in my treasure chest. The lock must be made of memories too. To open it up I will I think of you.
One day the world will fade away. One day the people will pass away. My treasure will sit in it's old spot. In the untouchable love of a quiet heart.
The sky may cloud before too long. The touch may erase like an ending song. The cadence, a pearl, my secret too. I will call it love, or a pretty tune. Memory Lock
by ~dyczer

The Beauty OutsideThere is more to her than the beauty outside.
Within is a heart, tender, alive.
She is memory and movement.
A fairy of fire.
More than an object of carnal desire. The Beauty Outside
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there are asians in my atticthere are asians in my attic that keep me up at night you know i've tried to reason with them they disappear when i hit the light i called an exterminator thinking it was no big deal but he said he couldn't help me only half of them were real
Maria called this week to announce her third divorce i tried to sympathize with her saying things could be much worse she said she'd decided to travel and escape to a faraway land to the most remote of outposts to find another man
teenagers they hang behind the store where i buy gas a there are asians in my attic
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body poeticbody poetic rounded edges of fire and shadow deep where the eyes
can't see the sounds intimate fresh to my mind where everything begins and ends
to wander off road from love lust and wonder is the body poetic body poetic
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Favourite poet or writer: O'Neill, Eugenides, Danielewski, Ellis, Ginsberg, cummings, Coupland

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~dyczer Oct 17, 2009, 9:05:11 AM

Thank you very much for the favorites ^ ^

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The best laid page of vice and din are often wrote in haste.

~aredheadedwonder Oct 19, 2009, 3:04:40 PM

It's been ages, slowly reading up (or back)! Always welcome, you're brilliant with words!

~dyczer Oct 21, 2009, 7:11:36 PM

I have tons to read and always ^ ^

Thank you, but I only write as well as the eye that reads.

Do you draw?

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The best laid page of vice and din are often wrote in haste.

~aredheadedwonder Oct 22, 2009, 1:42:15 PM

I should read as well!
I don't know if you should trust my opinion then, my eyesight is getting worse by the day! : )

I don't draw, I can't draw. I wish I could write. I have your map of the journey to writing but I seem to have misplaced myself and have ended up in the Library of Babel and I know my book of poems is somewhere there, it's just a matter of finding it.

~dyczer Oct 23, 2009, 4:37:32 PM

The most delicate thing in the world is the human spirit.
In one moment it is as strong as the mightiest typhoon
And in the next moment it is as harmless as a gentle breeze.

Maybe all that we do is pinwheels and windmeills.

One thing I think is important is to develop a certain level of detachment to one's circumstance.
The wind may come and go, but being able to stand the power and powerlessness is also the ability to feel either while being in present in one or the other.

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The best laid page of vice and din are often wrote in haste.