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"Have You Seen..."Six years ago - yesterday I sat crying in a far off room, as families frantically searched for hints of you. I still see your faces wallpapering New York. "Have you seen..." Six years ago - yesterday you were lost, hero, victim, husband, wife mother, father brother,sister, lover, child. Entering a burning building, to rescue. Jumping to your death, for escape. Your faces still wallpaper my mind, photographs etched in my memory. "Have you seen..." I have- in my dreams."Have You Seen..."
by ~bookdragon
If Poetry Were WarIf poetry were war death would be an allusion composed of metaphors- bloodless and clean. Soldier bards would cleverly craft lyrical destruction, as sharp words sever the heads of tyrannical men. Mothers would sleep, at peace over sons who do not bleed.If Poetry Were War
by ~bookdragon
The Walking WoundedWe are the walking wounded. Motherless children in grown bodies cannot help but limp. We stagger along life's pathways never stumbling, holding on- to each other, to a memory, to a mother's love.The Walking Wounded
We the walking wounded are determined to fight, are determined to win. When we are triumphant no more shall you wound! No more shall innocent children watch their mothers die. NO MORE! For we the walking wounded shall wrest you from the shadows, and slay you. So that all children may lay their he
by ~bookdragon
Term of EndearmentI remember the day I exasperated, frustrated and generally confounded you with my adolescent arrogance. Your lips slightly curling a loving gleam in your eye you nudged me with your shoulder calling me a stubborn little bitch. Hearing the love and laughter beneath those little words I smiled, and peace was restored.Term of Endearment
Bitch became our phrase when love mitigated anger and pride was ready to fall. Bitch was the white flag of surrender, the I love you to much to fight. Bitch; a word of peace in teenage turbulence.
I wonde
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- Current Residence: Earth
- Interests: Reading, Poetry, Cooking, Computers
- Favourite movie: Arsnic and Old Lace
- Favourite band or musician: Whoever I feel like listening to today.
- Favourite genre of music: All Genres except rap
- Favourite artist: Rodin
- Favourite poet or writer: Millay, Keats, Donne, cummings, Teasdale, Whitman, Sandburg, Owens, - this Space isn't big enou
- Favourite style of art: Whatever looks good at the time.
- Operating System: Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: Winamp
- Shell of choice: Those chocolate truffles shaped like a seashell.
- Wallpaper of choice: Dulce et Decorum featuring the Poem by Wilfred Owen, Found nowhere but on my desktop.
- Skin of choice: Intact skin is always nice- but that is just the nurse in me.
- Favourite game: Um trivial pursuit
- Favourite gaming platform: Board
- Favourite cartoon character: "The Brain" from Pinky and the Brain. I too long to take over the world!
- Personal Quote: "You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm."
- Tools of the Trade: A Stethescope(JK) A digital Camera and a computer with photoshop and word.
- Email: ambookdragon@hotmail.com
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Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud
At dawn, a fortnight overdue,
Jostling the doors, and tearing through
My bedroom to rejoin the cloud,
I know—for I can hear the hiss
And scrape of leaves along the floor—
How may boughs, lashed bare by this,
Will rake the cluttered sky once more.
Tardy, and somewhat south of east,
The sun will rise at length, made known
More by the meagre light increased
Than by a disk in splendour shown;
When, having but to turn my head,
Through the stripped maple I shall see,
Bleak and remembered, patched with red,
The hill all summer hid from me.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Everybody got mixed feelings
About the function and the form.
Everybody got to deviate from the norm.
- Rush
Buy My Prints! ---> [link]
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Everybody got mixed feelings
About the function and the form.
Everybody got to deviate from the norm.
- Rush
Buy My Prints! ---> [link]
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Everybody got mixed feelings
About the function and the form.
Everybody got to deviate from the norm.
- Rush
Buy My Prints! ---> [link]
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“ Peace Is much more precious than a piece of land.”
- Anwar al- Sadat
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About the function and the form.
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