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rooted, does the maple yearn not to mourn the whirling seeds and red-crushed leaves it scatters and seeks to follow? each tree, trunk strong, branches long, leaves broad carpets (on) the box around it, and, overflowing, the sidewalks too until someone or some machine sweeps, rakes, or sucks up its sorrow -- do you think the tree knows that what it's lost will return? that in the season after next it will be reborn? or do you think, in the cold, it mourns?

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June

i don't remember where she came from, June, but i met her after May. . she was the sixth month, the middle month, you see, and the final month in the year that mattered that, when we were kids, never had a beginning or an end, or a middle which we liked; we all had disavowed it (as kids often do), those early few days of June, where excitement was the month before and "you were there, at the end of school; that's where you come from, June, the beginning" (that she hated so much) at this she would laugh sideways with us, saying, "well, i wish i had waited, and given that to May, and maybe had come first, and lost those la

We are a Lover by Misaniovent, literature

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We are a Lover

see ourself as inspiration ourself: not us or each other or plural ourself. combined -- leaving nothing out except the v-e-s which isn't really necessary more of a sort of tribulation; a trial designed to separate the fibers -- to pull them apart pull those fibers of our heart, unraveling them like the sweater you wore of (we both wore it, really) loosely woven yarn -- i could see your nipples; you weren't wearing a bra and i digress; it's a trial. we don't need them; we're not plural. in fact, next time you talk about me, say: i love myself. i love the way i feel i love the way i groan and contort -- and oh goddamn i

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We were thirty-eight at seventeen Here, We live from cigarette to cigarette. Elsewhere, Some of us are fighting wars. Some of us are jarring bells. Some of us are collecting shells. The rest of us are sleeping, dreaming about everything. We would get up, We would cry help But our pillows are scented With bedspreads of one-million-thread-count Egyptian cotton. My God We are almost rotten. It's so hard to see the top from the bottom. We could cry help. We would get up. But we are already forty-something. and I think we've forgotten.

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I took a bus ride behind a thick-coated Man. I saw him get up and I saw him get on And so I followed him instead of following my overstated footsteps, still fresh from yesterday and yesterday’s yester. Let me tell you, he smelt like old uniforms left in thinly lit closets, unforgotten And cotton. There was something about his His His silent mouth, corners turned no-ward. Let me tell you There were words between his wrinkles. I took a bus ride. Behind a sad-browed man. I saw him sit down and I saw him get uncomfortable. Let me tell you, he smelt like Intoxicating jasmine and peasants with purple dresses hidden in their a

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Misaniovent

Jan 21, 2015

Julie DLT

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This seemed like an appropriate place to share these thoughts. I haven't been active here for several years, but I built some important friendships here with some outstanding community members. They all were critical to me, helping me through trying times and bringing some smiling relief and respite to me as I stayed up very late talking with very great people. Times changed, and while they've sometimes been trying in different ways, I haven't kept in touch with many of the people I knew here. I sometimes regret this but life is bittersweet and changes. I did keep in touch with a few and occasionally checked in with others. :devMelancholyDay

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Misaniovent

Sep 15, 2006

Smarties are:

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Candy coated oblate spheroids? That are blasphemous?

Or delicious and factual sugary cylinders in a cellophane wrapper?

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Misaniovent

Mar 26, 2006

How 'bout them Yankees?

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Damn right.

Fuck no.

Down with America.

What?

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psychoke

May 11, 2011

hi!
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Horrorofsorts

Jul 15, 2010

What has happened to all the arts? D:

Misaniovent

Jul 16, 2010

Funny you should ask four hours before the first time I am on here in ages.

Also, right now I have 1,400 messages in my inbox here. Yours would be number 1,400.

Where is your facebook?

Horrorofsorts

Jul 16, 2010

1,400! I am magic. Dang, I never thought I'd see the day where everyone disappeared from "deviantART"!

My facebook is in the same place as always: facebook.com! It is not missing, is it?