1/3/08
mailbox affection
over-filled, love letters'
torrential downpour
2/3/08
it's over
my heart is empty
vacancy
3/3/08
On the way home
we found a yellow feather
Lots of love, from March.
4/3/08
fourth day of the month
Who knew these birds could sing
in tune with the wind
5/3/08
deadly sin
clouds in puddles
vanity
6/3/08
embracing
branches intertwine
lovers' thrist
7/3/08
white by black
winter has not passed
yesterday
8/3/08
when you look at me
the stitches holding my heart
come undone
9/3/08
intimidating
blooms burst forth in all colour
passionately
10/3/08
frozen bird
the night is cruel still
vengeful
11/3/08
snowdrops cry
red tears in the sun's
first true rays
12/3/08
contours imprinted
on my tactile memory
fade with time
13/3/08
thirteenth, luck-less day
ripped wrapping, pricked thumb
your present, messed
14/3/08
orange to red
thin yellow-green then blue-gray
ends with midnight black
15/3/08
they broke off chains
for OUR brighter future
sealed it with blood
16/3/08
blindingly bright sky
but the weatherman said "bad"
damn lying forecast
17/3/08
blackbirds spit
curses at me for
whistling back
18/3/08
search phrase:
love poem, modern-day
spring frenzy
19/3/08
forests bud
unviolated
silence
20/3/08
diamonds
roll on tree leaves -
dazzling dew
21/3/08
rising moon
casts vast expanses
in silver
22/3/08
falling sun
sunnyside-up
in the sky
23/3/08
a black stray
closes green eyes getting
sunsoaked
24/3/08
she caught
him staring again
intently
25/3/08
lonely crowds
bloom white flowers
red plum trees
26/3/08
two hearts beat
syncronized to
one ta-dam
27/3/08
blindingly
haloed in sun rays
you arrive
28/3/08
fraying heart
only you can stitch
it anew
29/3/08
pink dyed wings
tow blanket of the
richest black
30/3/08
rain falls hard
drips off roof
down the drain
31/3/08
farewell
is bitterest tears
on tongue















Devious Comments
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Alucard: I had one man tell me he was a writer.
Integra: And what did you do?
A: I killed him quickly.
I: I'm sure the art community thanked you.
A: I like to consider myself a scathing critic. Non of my subjects survive my reviews.
I like what you have done with it, in spite of your struggles.
Like how the empty heart has a vacancy. Very clear picture.
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Look who gained +20 cool points!
the one with the vacancy is one of my favourites too (that sounded a bit egoistic...
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Alucard: I had one man tell me he was a writer.
Integra: And what did you do?
A: I killed him quickly.
I: I'm sure the art community thanked you.
A: I like to consider myself a scathing critic. Non of my subjects survive my reviews.
I'm surprised you say you're not a poet because you definitely think like one. Your words create some beautiful scenes. Keep it up!
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Alucard: I had one man tell me he was a writer.
Integra: And what did you do?
A: I killed him quickly.
I: I'm sure the art community thanked you.
A: I like to consider myself a scathing critic. Non of my subjects survive my reviews.
I think the poet you was hiding, but she's finally blossoming now! Haha kinda cheesy reference to spring 8D
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Sushi -
a gathering of many
pulling a disappearing act
~Yume
alright, then I won't change it... but I still think something is missing...
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Alucard: I had one man tell me he was a writer.
Integra: And what did you do?
A: I killed him quickly.
I: I'm sure the art community thanked you.
A: I like to consider myself a scathing critic. Non of my subjects survive my reviews.
--
Sushi -
a gathering of many
pulling a disappearing act
~Yume
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