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vanessa  

  • Status: Member
  • Emotional Poet
  • Female/United States
  • Offline for 3d 7h 13m 14s
  • Deviant since Jan 26, 2007, 8:07 AM
  • 12 Deviations
  • 3 Scraps [browse]
  • 8 Deviation Comments
  • 11 Deviant Comments
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the end of autumn

headlights bounce off the glassy road  as we round the curve at 10 over the legal limit.  the window: nonexistent, and  my arm an extension of automobile,  outstretched and inviting cool air  
to twirl about my hand  in a pas de deux of speed and stagnancy -  m.p.h. accentuating nature in all the right places.   
let's go lie beneath the christmas tree  to stare up at the starless, cloudy sky,  perfect for a night of murky thoughts  in the crispness of the last night of november.  the wind brings the smell of the tree to us,  and we reminisce childhood memories  of sne

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cottonmouthi can't help but enjoy  swallowing your saliva,  your tongue thumb-wrestling mine  in that ongoing battle of  back, forth, back, forth  'til i let you win.   
your lips and mine  sandwich perfectly,  crusts cut off.  if we were on toast, we'd be  marmalade or jam;  sticky sweetness pressed up,  one against the other.   
in the cold you warm me in  awkward hand-holding and  swaying hugs.  i think i'll grow attached  to your body heat.   
our lift-off finally successful,  i am excited to journey to far-away lands  promised in the r cottonmouth
in Open on 9/11/07
tetris and cigarettesdark dim and desolate,  the car makes its rounds.  propelled slowly by my lead foot,  which has slowly been  losing a lot of its lead.  red octagons are cigarette stops  as the match refuses to light again  splintering but still i perservere  setting my cancer stick aflame.   
my lights graze his lawn as i  try not to stand out against the  
pitch of suburban night.  his driveway, a dark place of kisses  and mallory hit his mailbox  in my car  and his swimming pool  his bed  
and how he hurt me,  
so very far away from that house.   
i dri tetris and cigarettes
in Open on 6/9/07
womani smell blood  dripping from my ovaries  to form a pool of lost fertility  at my base.  it is a full moon.  my loins want to dance,  wild without inhibition  yet are caged by cotton  shoved into the most impossible  crevice.  howl  at eve, pandora,  and that plethora of  bad tidings.  the bright spot that stains  is the policeman coming to say,  "your father is dead,"  guilt and shame upon his face.  one week --  the apple restored to the tree.  until then, the box hangs open,  running with remnants  of moses' red sea. woman
in Open on 4/11/07
north american sakura
in Flowers & Plants on 3/28/07
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title again will not fitA Poem Written During a Hail Storm   
 
Dappled wings flapping  Mid-flight on sparrows  Remind of the moments  That the wind blew  Around leaves near  Your feet.   
Today walking through  Swamps in the front lawn  A bird flew away when I  Got too close  And I could only  Think of you  Even though my  Socks were soaked. title again will not fit
by ~Orangesuitcases
A Poem for SheShe, She, She…  Always concerned for She  Am I  I, slightly less of a word than She  I am He  Or so I claim to be  This He who writes for She   
She asked He to write her a poem  It doesn’t have to be about me  She told He  It just has to be a poem  Perhaps about the ocean  So He sits and attempts to write a poem  For her, for this She  He tries to write   
Yet   
Words don’t seem strong enough  The normal choices:  Fine and sublime don’t quite  Make the mark  And further choices:  Bewitching and marvelous  Come slightl A Poem for She
by ~Orangesuitcases
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Devious Information

  • Current Age: two years away from alcoholism.
  • Current Residence: small town friendly, nc
  • Interests: theatre, method, music, musicals, film, poetry, photography, philosophy, words, art, connections.
  • Favourite movie: dead poets society. garden state. little miss sunshine.
  • Favourite band or musician: the beatles. ani difranco. jason mraz. sia.
  • Favourite genre of music: try me.
  • Favourite artist: andy warhol. degas.
  • Favourite poet or writer: amber tamblyn. maya angelou. douglas adams. jk rowling.
  • Operating System: windows xp.
  • MP3 player of choice: itunes.
  • Wallpaper of choice: marilyn monroe.
  • Favourite game: the sims 2.
  • Favourite gaming platform: nintendo 64.
  • Favourite cartoon character: marvin the martian.
  • Tools of the Trade: pen & paper. notepad.

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~Orangesuitcases:iconOrangesuitcases: Apr 11, 2007, 1:00:51 PM
wait... you favorited that poem i wrote? you jerk...
~Misplaced-Karma:iconMisplaced-Karma: Jan 29, 2007, 3:15:02 PM
Ah yes! Yes! Yes. Indbitably. I rememberest you now. Indeed, an excellent performance, if memory serves.

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Escape Cold Herons, Jak.
~damnfinelimbo:icondamnfinelimbo: Jan 28, 2007, 9:23:08 PM
haha! no, i'm pretty sure i was the somewhat anti-social aspiring anthropologist with one foot already out the door. but i'll be sure to pass on the compliment.
~Misplaced-Karma:iconMisplaced-Karma: Jan 28, 2007, 9:19:01 PM
Oh damn.

You were the introverted, shy typewriter addict?


See, the thing is, I loved your performance the best. No way in hell you'll believe that, nor do I expect you to, considering the circumstance, but honestly. You made me cry from laughter. You were fantastic.

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Escape Cold Herons, Jak.
~damnfinelimbo:icondamnfinelimbo: Jan 28, 2007, 8:36:04 PM
you are magnificent. add me back!
~damnfinelimbo:icondamnfinelimbo: Jan 28, 2007, 8:35:06 PM
only because your feet are so small.
~damnfinelimbo:icondamnfinelimbo: Jan 28, 2007, 8:33:44 PM
leilah. yellow. i performed every night.
~Misplaced-Karma:iconMisplaced-Karma: Jan 28, 2007, 8:32:45 PM
Well, i saw one show. The final show, i think. Who did you play, and were you in cast that night? (A name will simply not cut it, sorry. I'll need a description of character)

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Escape Cold Herons, Jak.
~Misplaced-Karma:iconMisplaced-Karma: Jan 28, 2007, 7:58:57 PM
well hot shit, me too.

You weren't in uncommon women, were you?

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Escape Cold Herons, Jak.
~Miss-misery-711:iconMiss-misery-711: Jan 28, 2007, 6:49:56 PM Mood: Love
I'm totally glad you added me, because I was SOO confused by your LJ comment. =P

But I get it now and that's all that matters.

ily!
Spina

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-Spina-
~Misplaced-Karma:iconMisplaced-Karma: Jan 28, 2007, 4:48:03 PM
God Jesus I'm brilliant. What's your major?


See you next year then. Or are you a senior?

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Escape Cold Herons, Jak.
~damnfinelimbo:icondamnfinelimbo: Jan 28, 2007, 3:46:14 PM
consider this confirmation.
~Misplaced-Karma:iconMisplaced-Karma: Jan 28, 2007, 3:33:04 PM
A hunch: You go to Catawba.


Deny or Confirm


Or Give Me Chocolate.
Either One.

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Escape Cold Herons, Jak.
~portraitofporcelian:iconportraitofporcelian: Jan 27, 2007, 8:38:47 AM
those are my shoes, betch.

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there has got to be mroe than this boat i am in.
~Anemone-Fairy:iconAnemone-Fairy: Jan 26, 2007, 12:37:46 PM
Welcome there :aww: ~ Have fun here~
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