Dartmouth CollegeI AM IN THERE LIKE SWIMWEAR
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Rhymes for youSince words are your prowessRhymes for you
and rhymes i have few, imagine my nerves as I'm writing for you. but byes and I love yous
seemed little to say, as you gave me two kisses
and turned me away. We only had autumn and clocks became thieves. Our love would be gauged in the falling of leaves. Today since you're missing in whispers I pray to return you, that city that took you away.
by ~skinnyminnie
hands like yoursHands like yours could paint a beach like this one. Mine were small and flimsy, Flimsy with me and flimsy with you, Broke every line of symmetry within your chosen view only to bid it soon adieu Because you said it was late and I never learned to disagree. It was fine, though. as long as hands like yours could paint a beach like this one. Walking back, your canvas covered up your face Though walking at a slower pace My dress a mess of sand and lace. I couldn't see you and your hands, they wouldn't hold me. It was fine, though. as long as hands like yours could painthands like yours
by ~skinnyminnie
a Little Me's dittyIf I look back thirteen years I'd see a dirty sunburned face one that walked about her garden with an awkward, stellar pace that did not realize the world would too soon put her in her place.a Little Me's ditty
within a year that wasn't me dad never told me I was pretty words I'd piece together, shitty bits of my forgotten ditty
wait. if I put my ear
against the ground, it's there: a call-response, a little fragmented,
the reception's never good. hush she found a means of getting words out.
she says frolic. I say mayhem.
by ~skinnyminnie
mother didn't help memy dreams were all a shameless six feet tall. we were tiny women in disguise with diplomatic talk and powdered wigs and a gifted capability to lie. i was a hundred month old answering machine with responses rehearsed in the other room. when dad said we were prettier when hushed we spoke in fragments when we felt too much. a belt, soft word, and a hand all seemed the same all had the means to halt my speech and train of thought. you couldn't hear us crying down the halls because we'd trade in tears for his forget. the bus across my street went somewhere with four syllablesmother didn't help me
by ~skinnyminnie
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- Current Residence: Washington, DC/ Hanover, NH
- Interests: Theatre, journalism, photography, frolicking, you
- Favourite movie: alice in wonderland, the motorcycle diaries, fight club, the red balloon
- Favourite band or musician: whatever pleases my ears
- Favourite artist: you!
- Favourite poet or writer: neruda, orwell, t.s. eliot, nabokov, and more
- Favourite photographer: maggie taylor
- MP3 player of choice: one that works
- Skin of choice: i guess my own
- Favourite game: life (catch the double meaning?)
- Personal Quote: "if not now, when?" - rabbi hillel
- Tools of the Trade: camera, pen, pencil, and occasionally my brain
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- MSN: morango.tango.13@hotmail.com
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spread the love and put a smile
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Thanks!
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We're not human beings that have occasional spiritual experiences... we're spiritual beings that have occasional human experiences... DC
i shall be watching
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the microphone shakes as i spit words at you
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See you soon,
C I A X !
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