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Tom:
Awesomsauce

jodizzle:
I wanted to try and write something a little longer and with a little more substance.  I quite like what I came up with, there are parts I am not 100% happy with but I like it pretty well!
(actually now I look at it I realise it is not very long at all. ha fail)

American Dream

He would spend hours sitting in the dark, tapping away at his ancient typewriter.  “I’m writing the great American novel’ he told me.  I wondered how it could be a great American anything if he had never even been there (I asked him once and he stared at me and my words stopped halfway and hit the ground and the crash startled me), but I knew better than to question him.

I took up smoking when we started living together.  It seemed like the kind of thing that should be done, killing ourselves together.  I had heard passive smoking is just as bad (if not worse my mother always said but she was the kind of woman always in the kitchen always with a pie she was the great American mother but we had never even been there), and I considered double suicide more romantic than murder suicide.

He took up drinking to be like his heroes (great American heroes of course stacked in piles by his desk with covers creased and pages worn from constant worship) and I knew better than to question his decision.  Pretty bruises decorating my body there to remind me of (our great American romance great American love great American dream but we had never even been there) how little I mattered.

SonofZ3:
some things from my college notebook from honors Russian Lit (they don't have anything to do with Russian lit, its just what notebook it is)

Technology had failed us. "No Signal" the screen read. We could not see, so we sat in the dark classroom, listening to the waves crash around the hooves of two horses, alone on a cobblestone beach.

Seeing you in the greyness of pre-dawn
Clothed only in your beauty, but wearing
A towel around your damp hair, I, staring
Was sure that I was looking upon
An angel, who, descending through the gloom
Graced my mortal presence with her flawless
Perfection of form, leaving me speechless
To have met the divine, before my doom.
Or did I yet sleep, and did I yet dream?
Were you simply a vision of my still
Resting mind? No you moved with such will,
Such fluid grace. Lit gently by the gleam
Of a small makeup lamp, in my awed sight
You were there, Aphrodite by lamplight

I try to write poetry; lines about emotion, and fields of goldenrod in the evening, but all that fills my mind is the memory of you and I, kissing in a darkened kitchen, and I realize that no words can compare, and no lines can express the beauty I see when you are near.

The sounds and movements of the world are still
In the quiet calm of a late spring rain.
I find it hard for my thoughts to remain
In any one place, they wander at will.
But finally my thoughts on one subject stay
And all of that subject's aspects explore,
Your eyes and your touch, its you I adore.
The feel of your hand or the sound of your voice
The adjectives fail, theres really no choice
Of words I can say to describe the grace
As you move or the sparks that I chase
When you pass close to me, so beautiful.
If all of the world were shades of the night,
Then you are the morning of waking to light.

edit: missed a space between entries when i first posted.

Tom:
It tears past me
I know it doesn't care for me
I'm just an obstacle
So cold, it bites to the bone
Why does it make me feel alone?

Everything inside is slow
pumping round the ice flow
I've been waiting here so long,
purple and orange with lips of blue
where are you?

It pushes past
I bend with every blast.

schimmy:
We lie together, ignoring the crap that's on TV.
We never really watch it anyway.
You hesitate for a moment,
your hand where we're nervous.
I'm not sure if you meant it, if it was an accident,
or if you even noticed.

I don't really care and I try to act casual.
Maybe if I pretend I know what I'm doing, you'll do the same.
Every time we find excuses and run out of time
too scared of our youth and our inexperience and each other
to ever do anything serious.

All I'm aware of is you and me
and the rapidly decreasing time before I have to go
or you have to leave. Even though there's nowhere else,
we have to be there soon.
So for the moment, at least, we're not in love
but we're teenagers having fun
and let's pretend that's enough for us for now.

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