

Coffee-yellowed teethCoffee-yellowed teeth augmented with damn red wineCoffee-yellowed teeth
Makes my teeth a thousand shades of unpleasant
Purple, brown, sad I smile before the mirror and my own smile is a parody
It's a frown but for the substances I abuse
And when I die I can only hope I leave more than a stained corpse


Buffet birthday lunchI remember November not necessarily the fifth but some time betweenBuffet birthday lunch
Guy Fawkes getting laid and hanged
We sat in the restaurant while the vengeful burned us in effigy set skyrockets to celebrate our defeat and demise
The gunpowder below parliament isn't going to blow, is it? we can hope it still might but hope's done us no good
One draught beer and several plates getting our free lunch's worth there's no such thing, we're told and we proved them right
We're still happy, brother longest-serving friend things


GraspFawning, pawing gesticulating hand up for the lifeguard and the teacher with the lolly casting a spell with a somatic componentGrasp
Clutching, grasping to keep from falling hanging on to the world so as not to fall off comfort like a kitten massaging milk from mother
Don't let go and don't lose now we're safe and slowly ascending hand up for the lifeguard and the teacher with the lolly to pull us from the surf, drowning and tell us that we're clever boys


Five-seventeenIt's five-seventeen AM and I am awake again having drank my fill of rocketfuel caffeinatedsugar life with the bottom worn-outFive-seventeen
Headaches come pre-dawn five-seventeen while distant cars race kookaburras scorn and sirens enforce
Up and bored keeping warm looking for my flavour of porn to kill time before church thinking too much about life and doing too little about it
Counting-down 'til payday keeping-down what I just ate wishing well on others and ill on the very same
Prepare for


The sky after rainYou remind me of the sky after the rain. A weak smile, pale skin, honesty. The humidity rises as you sink next to me, onto this couch, made of drunken nights. We cross our legs, cross our fingers. A draft pushes through the room. Your hair drifts toward my shoulder, clings to me. We whisper here,through the noise. The place full of people, leaning our heads in close is the only way to hear your words. So busy playing pieces in this puzzle, good at being apart of something more, I forget that you are an enigma. That in the morning you will disappear. I come toThe sky after rain
Devious Comments
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You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone.
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faithhopelove
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You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone.
No embarrassment needed.
:]
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quixotic and chaotic...
questioning and noncommittal...
all the things that you wish you could be.
I was drinking straight gin at the time...
*embarrassed*
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faithhopelove
haha ^^
The world is a strange place.
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quixotic and chaotic...
questioning and noncommittal...
all the things that you wish you could be.
THIS IS A MESSAGE TO YOU FROM THE FUTURE
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faithhopelove
You have made mine end well.
Time zones freak me out a little.
Brisbane, right?
Yeah, I'm in Atlanta, Georgia.
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quixotic and chaotic...
questioning and noncommittal...
all the things that you wish you could be.
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faithhopelove
I am in love with your comments.
They make my writings feel appreciated.
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quixotic and chaotic...
questioning and noncommittal...
all the things that you wish you could be.
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faithhopelove
As for the dev ID, I'm afraid it stays. I'm a package deal.
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faithhopelove
Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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This world will never be . . . what I expected.
And if I don't belong, who would have guessed it...
Check out my gallery... [link]
Some of us are more alike than others,
no matter where we live.
And believe me, winter is very much in my mind.
i do not like the cold, and it has snowed every single day.
It is NOT SUPPOSED TO SNOW!!! It never snows... ever.
Warmth is supposed to be seeping in.... lol
but it's not.
*dies*
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This world will never be . . . what I expected.
And if I don't belong, who would have guessed it...
Check out my gallery... [link]
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faithhopelove
Just because it's Winter in Pommyland doesn't mean you have to get all Seasonal Affective Disorder on your DA poems.
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faithhopelove
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This world will never be . . . what I expected.
And if I don't belong, who would have guessed it...
Check out my gallery... [link]
Though I do appreciate the warning - one of my annoyances is rhyming-for-the-sake-of-rhyming in a poem that would communicate even better without it.
I sit and watch the glistening moon
it reminds me of my dinner spoon
I use that spoon to eat my soup
it reminds me of a hula-hoop
I use that hoop to kill my dog
making Rex as still as a log...
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faithhopelove
I just like to rhyme - warning you now...
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This world will never be . . . what I expected.
And if I don't belong, who would have guessed it...
Check out my gallery... [link]
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faithhopelove
You get the idea.
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This world will never be . . . what I expected.
And if I don't belong, who would have guessed it...
Check out my gallery... [link]
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Never turn your back on the charging turtle
It shall not determine who's right, but rather, who's left
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