

Man About TownYou go offMan About Town
to become someone else in the world of make believe there are many sides to you, faces without names, each one so strange and enticing. I try not to look, but I cant help it. You are that beautiful, each and every one of you.


Single RoomStacks of boxes crammed into four unfamiliar walls with the doorSingle Room
locked tight and all windows barred.
No one leaves,
nor do they enter. Especially you. The one who somehow found the hole and forced his way in, into a private hell. Where he doesnt belong. Pushing and pulling doesnt make you waver standing still, firm but you cant fix whats been broken. Apologies are just words in a sugar coating.


CrusadeResting on my fire escape in the last hours of the night waiting for the sun to rise. Sleeping dogs are lying now;Crusade
theyve licked their wounds,
waiting another day to fight. The battle was a wary one,
but somehow you found the way to my front door. These streets are not your home. Darkness is no haven. Even when you put your arm around me,
the demons are still there,
lurking just around the corner. Your smile provides little comfort from the nightmare we dove into, no time to rest, for your crusade has not yet run its course.


StarfishYou told me from the beginning, Im me, youre you. We both knew it would break us, but we didnt care about tumbling down the hill.Starfish
You took all my edges, and rounded them off when no one was looking. No more room for honesty, once the layers come off we know weve made our choice.
We walk hand in hand ignoring unforeseen changes, taking whatever comes, and dealing with it together when it all goes wrong.
From the beginning, you were the one who told me, Im me, your


After CocktailsOld Bond movies and little girl dress-up brought blue and brown together. The muddiness created the oppositeAfter Cocktails
effect one would guess.
Pretending was never so pleasing as
their casual conversation locking brass chains to wrists, feeling cold metal against chapped skin - wearing faults like purple hearts.
As if the emphasis was placed on the ceremony, and not the deeds.
There were a lot of spoons bent that night between introductions and infomercials, him seeing how far he could reach. Her, squinting all the time. It was just like Boston in February, b
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I noticed you had at least one of my poems in your favourites so I'm sending you this message to let you know that my poetry is being moved to my new Lit Gallery.
The Lit Gallery is expected to be up to par by midnight EST on Monday, April 07, 2008. Please check the gallery then.
Thank you so much for your support!
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logicaly, we have illogicaly thaught a logical process illogicaly yet reached an illogicaly logical conclusion.
You have some very beautiful poetry yourself!
Thanks again
Cyeron
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this is your life,are you who you wanna be?
Like morning light in the tears,
Of a first, true love
Awaking from blue eyed slumber
To empty white
So it is, for those who do not know
Of birth impossible,
Of life altruistic
Of death vicarious
And of renaissance
That stills each tear
That fills with hope
That speaks of existance Eternal
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Sorry, couldn't resist a quick try at poetry. Have a great Christmas and a good New Year
Peace Out
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