updateit certainly has been a while.
i just added a peice of writing. im not sure if its a poem or what to call it.
id enjoy your feedback
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Old River On May 3rd, of 1993, I was announced as Shannon Marie Page. The name, Shannon, is Gaelic for “Old River”. Coming from an Irish background, this was suitable for the family’s new toe head. However, no one could have known at the time how my personality really does fit this name I was given. It begins with my eyes. My eyes are not glass cases, mirrors, or shields. They do not reflect, or give off an image, instead they absorb. Your newly tinted body will get suctioned in during the ebb and flow of my iris’s tide. Where does this OOld River
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Changeornate specks of salty ocean air fall the the ebb of the tide massaging the shore slowly being pulled out of grasp i long to hold it all. to cup a wave - crest to trough in my empty hands this moment of comfort soon falls to the domination of nature a stronger force than us all my liquid i have held for never long enough is summoned by the westward winds back to the waters waiting for a new soul to scoop it upChange
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Together, Alonelet's wrap our desperate bodies with tendrils and lilly of the vallies scalp to the soles of our feet walk into the empty meadow where we will live aloneTogether, Alone
let's build a latter of fir, maple, and oak finely furnished with twelve coats of thick paint then we can climb up to the moon where we will live alone
let's wrap ourselves in sheets of seaweed mingle with plankton searching for love in the deep sea where we will live alone
let's travel to the far desert basque in the sun with parched mouths we can build a home out of ca
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confusioni live here in miscommunication, discombobulation. i dwell in mis-interpretation, swell up in undefined lines. i mix with every emotion i fail to understand. my trees exhale upsidedown and i wonder what they breathe out. i feel like i'm breathing out poison. i feel like youre breathing out the sun's rays. i feel like i feel everything upside down.confusion
how did we all wind up here? is this the end? or is this the beginning?
speckles of my dark blue mind fall to the grasp of ideal sunset pink. i wallow and mix with this new color, only to find myself turning yellow. no, not yellow, gold. funny the way you go from one side o
by ~i-see-beauty
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- Interests: poetry, drawing, photography
- Favourite movie: Once, Waitress
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- Favourite artist: too many favourites
- Favourite poet or writer: Donald Hall
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- Favourite cartoon character: arielle
- Personal Quote: I see friends shaking hands, saying how do you do?...theyre really saying i love you
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