Tag: writing
member name: Miriam Nissan
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January 07, 2007 07:28 PM EST --
I was twelve when I first discovered my mother's box. Out of sheer naivety, I inquired as to it's contents. Chuckling ever so slightly, my mother had slid open the lock, gazing fondly upon her . . . more
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July 27, 2007 04:18 PM EDT --
These are actually real live bumper stickers. I would follow someone in their car all day if they had one of these.
"Get Revenge- shit on a pigeon"
"I used to be schizo, now I'm just . . . more
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November 04, 2007 10:53 PM EST --
I am breathing
just
for living
just to be
loving you
while you nod
and pass by
living just
. . . more
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February 25, 2007 05:48 PM EST --
The fallen words that filtered
through that gaping wound
You can't kiss away my pain
The expression leaked through your bullet holes,
you fill nothing in my . . . more
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July 26, 2007 11:57 AM EDT --
Hey there baby
these are
notes from the underground
Me and you
alone on the floor
when we said love
with sappy songs
we knew . . . more
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August 06, 2007 10:32 PM EDT --
~~~~~The following is a work of fiction. The views expressed in this letter damn right reflect the views of this author. Any similarity to real events was completely intentional. If, however, you find . . . more
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October 28, 2007 09:37 PM EDT --
Beautiful catastrophe.
My
hurricane girl
let loose at sundown
show your teeth
as you ride by
in your chariot
leaving perfume in all the boys heads.
dancing till they left
moondance . . . more
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March 24, 2007 10:58 PM EDT --
********People, after a long while in which I lived in a cell of my own mind: refusing to seek refuge in the scratching of pen on paper; I would just like to say: I'm baaaaack! Alive. And Kicking!******* . . . more
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February 28, 2007 07:52 PM EST --
Sometimes you become aware of this thing, a looming intangible idea resting upon your mind and perched on your tongue. And sometimes, if you’re lucky, you can snatch one violent bite of it before . . . more
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June 03, 2007 06:08 PM EDT --
Your heart is a moon,
it looks so pretty from where I stand
will you make your waves for me?
Your smile is my sun,
I . . . more
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August 25, 2007 11:57 PM EDT --
He felt his way into the room, edging in against the wall. Shards of something crunched under his feet as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. Oh, god no he thinks as the meaty smell of the dead fills his . . . more
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October 26, 2006 08:27 PM EDT --
My tongue, it tastes the dew, the slick, natured smell seeping through my skin, cleaning my eyes with it's beauty
My hands, they feel the air,warmth through my blood, driving the unruly hairs from . . . more
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September 10, 2007 10:07 PM EDT --
Sweet one
tell me
you are in love/
a kinda high
is what you say/
and he needs you too/
I say its
just what cocaine
would do/
Am I a bitch?
Youre a child/
My child/
I love you/
Dont get hurt, . . . more
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