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Wind, remind me of Beauty

Wind, remind me of Beauty

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on Bright's days i like to wear Sweater, sometimes Hood, for i like to feel Wind push and pull me--filtered through Cloth. Chill affecting Skin. Wind's sound of Rush over Ears--the only whisper i know whose sound is tidal. i'd feel like a boy again, if i

could crawl completely

inside, sinch all Open's to Closed's--except one: Sleave.

where Wind would

enter and fill Sweater to the point of the word "billowed." and there i would sit--a boy at play--with Fortress. i

would watch wind

by observing Fortress' walls and begin to forget Light's still out there, forget what he looks like--on Otherside-- but then again, i am that boy now--only later--and Sweater is wearing from Age and Use--Holes have formed and Light pours in--bright--white. i see Light's beams from Dust's presence--i know his aims, his targets. some Holes are large enough to spy out.

"Day's still out there."

Breath, i hold, from Time to Time as i've forgotten Beauty--Splendor--Glory, Original--whose been known to take Breath away.
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help me think of one!! :p Woman on the accordion-wait for me to put on my dancing shoes.

My feet shuffled across the dust on old wood, creaking. To where a chair sat across from her. It was 1875, so I tipped my hat. She glanced me a blush and inquired my health. We sat, toe to toe-it was queer, I presume. But I was eagre:
      Play me the story of your life. Cry when you need to-laugh
      when you want. Sing in an accent or a language foreign.
                                              But wait for me to put on my dancing shoes.
She began, quietly convicting, constant. Her face solemn whilst moving through joy-through sorrow. And here I sit with a promishelp me think of one!! :p by ~ziDkijaH
"to remain untitled" I sit in a couch with a hallow for a back while the trim of my crossed-over-shoe hangs. Sways. Says: exhaustion. I can't believe the heat--I don't trust her. The only good she brings is the accented refreshment of a cool shade--a cool water.

      Careful,

spoken in a whisper. I turn to it's source. There she sits, at the window. Her eyes, ironically, stare cold.

      Wherefore?

my voice followed suit.
We continued our versing in a chorus of whispers--
Knowing our time: short.
Knowing our situation: volatile.

As we carried on, tarried from our seperates, I drew ne"to remain untitled" by ~ziDkijaH
Wind, remind me of Beauty on Bright's days i like to wear Sweater, sometimes Hood, for i like to feel Wind push and pull me--filtered through Cloth. Chill affecting Skin. Wind's sound of Rush over Ears--the only whisper i know whose sound is tidal. i'd feel like a boy again, if i

could crawl completely

inside, sinch all Open's to Closed's--except one: Sleave.

where Wind would

enter and fill Sweater to the point of the word "billowed." and there i would sit--a boy at play--with Fortress. i

would watch wind

by observing Fortress' walls and begin to forget Light's still out there, forget what he looks like--on Otherside-- but then again, i am thatWind, remind me of Beauty by ~ziDkijaH
A Collection of Short Poems Afterthought...
Aftermath...
After lunch- the class most dangerous of
falling asleep in
-digital electronics-
no work to do, so play hacky-sack and
knock clocks off walls

###############################################

I can't move my head
I cannot breathe
I am overtaken
My senses ceased, rather
Them I do not need

###############################################

this place is old
smells of dark
sounds of drips and silence
my ears ring
i clear my throat to comfort them
the concrete walls look cold
my eyes adjust

i listen to my footsteps in each room
-searching-

###########################################A Collection of Short Poems by ~ziDkijaH
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i def don't do this enough...

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so yesterday was pretty fricken cool...

at 130am friday, i decided i was going to drive somewhere, i needed out of the city. i went to port townsend [a small port town(hence the name) on the northeastern most tip of the oplympic penninsula of washington]. i went alone. well, i had my guitar and notebooks... but other than that. i went to an old coastal fort and walked around inside.. it was cold dark VERY quiet... except the sound of someone sleeping (that was a little creepy) and my footsteps echoing throughout the concrete structure... the acoustics were beautiful. i went into all the little rooms and looked for one dry and big with the best sound. finally, i sat down and played guitar, it was incredible. you could sing just above a whisper and it would carry soooo well. the echo was quick so it gave the effect of sustain. after a few hrs of that, i went into town for a bit. then on my way home i stopped for food at Drifters... boy did i feel out of place... as i entered the sports bar & grill... i felt like i was in a movie... all the regulars at the bar turned and looked at me... if there was a juke box, someone would have pulled the plug... so i sat myself and ordered a beer right away just to stand my ground.

------ok so im at work right now and a cat just had a seizure... that was a little scary (i work at a vet hosp)------

so anyways.. yeah, i felt very out of place. but the server called me "darling" and "honey" so that made up for it... i love that so much.
then i got into town and my friends wanted to go to a park and drink beer... i know, i know, it sounds so eighties movie, but is was fun. so we did that. (no drunkeness, i don't drink to get drunk, i like to enjoy my beer) then we ended up on one of my friends roof. then had some pancakes at 2 or 3 am.. got home at 4am went to bed at 6am... woke 1hr late for work at 9am... and now im here... tryin to stay awake... that dark beer just isn't settling right with me... my weekend is shapin up pretty swell... one more day of madness... and then i'll be set.

-that's how i roll.
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:icondisp0sablteen:
~disp0sablteen Feb 23, 2005
you have earned a watch, my friend

- margaret

--
ars longa. vita brevis.
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:icondysphor:
~Dysphor Feb 23, 2005
lol (after a rummage in your gallery :gallery:),

Thanks for commenting btw!!! :w00t:

Welcome to DeviantART, hope you enjoy your stay here :)

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~kcinm Feb 22, 2005
Hey, thanks for commenting. You've earned a critique in return. I'll leave one next time I have a chance! Right now gotta get some sleep.

And welcome to DA. :handshake:
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