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Thursday, February 25th, 2010
3:29 pm - Где ОГИ?

Друзья, подскажите, по какому телефону связаться с издательством ОГИ?? Все, что указано на сайте издательства - устрело.
Дайте, пожалуйста, актуальный телефон.

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Sunday, June 7th, 2009
8:04 pm - Lost

What dark path
Might you lead me down?

Where the way isn't clear
And there are rocks?

Where your promises
Lead to open fields

Black against the sky,
And the scent of your

Skin, always on the air?

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Thursday, May 31st, 2007
10:50 am - Yellow Tomatoes

Hoping that a heart flies free

So too must I

for a time

Balance can be a fine line

my love for you is divine

Take, for example

the yellow tomato vine

it started out small,

an unknown

With a little love, it began to grow

roots seeking and peeking and tweaking

branches shooting out and up

it grew so much that it needed support

but that framework was already in place

metal intricacies of strength and lace

soon it was covered with hundreds of flowers

Is it pure love or just yellow tomato power?

Super sweet, not at all sour

Like the tomato, I will flower

But without you, my life will be dour.

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Tuesday, January 2nd, 2007
3:11 pm - Poems from the ♥


i sing me, myself ,& i
i speak my mind ,think my own thoughts
and do things my own way
i won't compromise whats in my heart
but yet you still try to douse my flame
but my inner beauty will always reign
im sufficiently complex with a beauitful mind that is simply misunderstood
i have a uncontorlable passion to love any and everyone unconsciously,
yet i'm efficently built to weather any storm
and i still wonder who am i

SO if im not sure who i can u be?
I need for u took look deep inside of me
Please don't judge me by my face
By my friends or what you hear.
Please don't laugh at what I wear Or how I look or do my hair.
Please look deep inside of me.
And although you may not see it I have a lot to hide.
Behind my clothes, the secrets lie
Behind my smile, I softly cry.
Please look deep inside, And maybe you will find
The lonely girl that lives in me.
Please listen carefully to her
She'll show that she is insecure.
Please try to be a friend to her
And maybe you will see That
if you just look deep enough
You'll find the real me.

current mood: accomplished

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Sunday, September 17th, 2006
7:33 pm - My Heart

This poem is for my baby Erick, i love him so much and i think it'll show in this poem.

If there's

If there's one face I want to see,
so beautiful, so true,
one smile that makes a difference,
in everything I do.

If there's one touch I long to feel,
one voice I long to hear,
whenever I am happy,
or just needing someone near.

If there's one joy, one love,
from which I never want to part,
it's you, my very special love,
my world, my life, my heart.

current mood: loved

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Wednesday, September 13th, 2006

but im back and here's my newest poem!


Common sense is golden And rules r meant 2 b broken
Scars will heal And sum loves r real
But never close ur eyes 2 the truth.
B careful what u wish 4.
B careful who u know
cuz then those scars may never heal
And the blood will continue 2 flow
Hearts can b broken
Minds can b chained
So what eva game ur playing
B sure u know the name

OH YEA! im back at it!

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Tuesday, July 18th, 2006
3:32 pm - Revamping

Hi everyone, just a reminder to please leave a comment either on this post, or the last one I made if you want to remain in this community once I clear it up and reopened it. I'm going to be doing that sometimes before the end of the month, probably by next Tuesday! Thanks!

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Monday, July 10th, 2006
11:28 pm - It's kind of like coming back from the dead

Hi everyone, sorry I was gone for so long. I really let things go around here it seems.

Okay, this is what I'm going to do, within the next week I'm going to be deleting people and slightly revamping the rules (don't worry it won't be anything harsh). I want to give this place a fresh start to make it work better this time. I can start advertising again and get things rolling.

So if you would like to continue to post here, just leave a comment on this entry and I won't delete you. Make sure you follow the "newer" rules though ~_^

I will make a post next week once people have a chance to respond and me to clean things up. Thanks for all the people who are and will stay through this.

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Sunday, July 9th, 2006
11:55 am

color blind to that particluar shade of gray
she watches as the days all fade away
whispers come a little closer dear
fumbling not to shed a tear

dreams of diamond rings
ice cream and other pretty things
as life lies sleeping on the floor
she won't look back, nor close that door

with sweat on her pretty brow
hear these words, spoken now
cruel disillusionment
and the enchantment is gone

courage, faith and trust
and perhaps a pinch of lust
keep her strong
keep her moving on

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Friday, June 9th, 2006
8:15 pm - Return From The Hunt

He makes a hollow inside you
For himself. A home. A place to linger.

He makes a lifeline out of blood and shrapnel.
And in that moment, the world begins with his voice.

And ends with a whisper
In your ear, signifying his return
From the hunt, fresh blood drying on his chin.

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Thursday, June 1st, 2006
10:36 pm - Writers block
caressmedown101 hit the backspace.
always ends the same.
maybe this time it will change.
almost there, its gonna be good.
brick wall.
starting over from the same place.
one more time.
i'm typing out a rhyme.
i think I'm gonna make it.
but then I blank.

I'm rusty, and this is the first thing I've written in a long time, so it needs some work. Tell me what you think.

current mood: artistic

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Sunday, April 30th, 2006
5:40 am - Poem: White Cosmos
fleur_divine White Cosmos

How can a poor man tread your meadow
and leave a poor man?

The wind replies and I know,
he cannot.
For you would offer out a thousand white arms
to him.

How can a rich man tread your meadow
and leave a rich man?

The birds reply and I know,
he cannot.
For you would offer out a thousand white arms
to him.

You open yourself up to me; I watch your cloud blossom;
its limbs growing outward like the roots of a tree;
you are love--free and vast;
blanketing the earth
as a prophet's quilt.

You speak to me and say to me with a quiet voice,
"Come travel here; come sit here and sleep here
where the grass is wet and soft
and the sun is silenced
by a moon".

You, the night sky, are a deep wilderness--
tramped by magi and the vagabond mind;
known by the eyes of children;
I will be silent in my steps
as I walk you.

How can a poor man tread your meadow
and leave a poor man?

The wind replies and I know,
he cannot.
For you would offer out a thousand white arms
to him.

How can a rich man tread your meadow
and leave a rich man?

The birds reply and I know,
he cannot.
For you would offer out a thousand white arms
to him.

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Tuesday, April 25th, 2006
1:20 pm - new & shy

the hard way

Who can say where the memories run to,
or what was meant to last and for how long?
It seems like the more we want the less we get,
and we're left standing with half.
It's a world of mind games and playing with hearts,
that breaks each man down to his core,
weeping and begging for it to stop.
But I say bring on your pain, your agony and abuse,
'cause it has yet to kill me and when I look back at what I've learned..
it's the scars and the tears that teach me the most.
the smiles and laughter make it all worth it in the end,
but i would be no one and would have learned nothing..
if my wounds had never bled.

-danielle leigh wilson

current mood: drained

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Sunday, April 16th, 2006
5:26 am
fleur_divine Untitled
We are salt of the sea;
a reliquary of water;
children of the meadows;
birds of the sky.

Our canvas is of earth,
from which spirits fluctuate
inward and outward
as constant as the tide.

Our eyes are crystal--
the suns of our inner orbit;
the light of heaven
radiates from within.

Let me see your light--
a magic looking glass;
an ancient pool
I wish to wade.

Let me dream with you,
when flowers close;
suns melt to stars;
and you are subdued.

Let me wake to see your light,
and the soft light
in the corner
as morning comes.

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Wednesday, April 12th, 2006
1:57 am - Unfinished Poem(Lepidoptera)
fleur_divine Lepidoptera
I have met the Hackberry Emperor;
and witnessed his eyelet wall--
a stained glass window
of lavender, browns,
and beryl blue.

As he sipped nectar from my cup,
I felt his inky lashes flit across
my pale wrist; I blinked
and the auroral,
phantom flew.

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Sunday, April 9th, 2006
1:16 am - Unfinished Poem
fleur_divine Image hosting by Photobucket
She whispers violets
and rides an ornamental comb
to comb the lashes of the moon maiden
and the strands of light,
which are her hair.

She slips off into the sea
and sails a shell-shaped soapdish
to wash her moon-dusted face and hands
in seafoam and soap bubbles,
which dry in the salty air.

She awakes in the morning;
swept ashore and reborn--
to hard cherry candy in her pocket,
tiny freckles on her nose,
and sunshine in her eyes.

She sings an unfamiliar song
and builds castles in the afternoon
to reach the white moon again in the night;
touching clouds that form in the day
and rainbows in skies.

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Friday, April 7th, 2006
4:58 am - Wildflower
fleur_divine Image hosting by Photobucket
She grows a wildflower;
to the sun she's a tower
bowing in the grass.

You sit by her there,
her petals you tare;
she bleeds beaded glass.

She is a stranger
to you.

She weeps a foreign

You cannot ever
know her.

You will not ever
love her.

She grows a wild weed
that no one should need
bowing in the grass.

You sit by this place,
You see her yellow face,
and you pass.

She is a stranger
to you.

She weeps a foreign

You cannot ever
know her.

You will not ever
love her.

She's a wildflower.

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Tuesday, April 4th, 2006
5:05 am
fleur_divine Trample the Garden Child
Pardon the lavender that grows here
and the dandelion seed that blows here.
Forgive the wild flowers that chose here
to wind their weed near the mint;
this is my bed.

I know, here there is a tinsel sun that visits
from time to time,
and it rains from time to time
to star the grass in the morning.

My hair is the color of the lavender,
yet glistens yellow in the sun,
it catches twigs and leaves,
and dry flower tops in the afternoon.

I have not seen a faerie since I was seventeen,
yet I come here and I lie here
where the birds come to sleep
and the stars wake in the night.

Pardon the lavender that grows here
and the dandelion seed that blows here.
Forgive the wild flowers that chose here
to wind their weed near the mint;
this is my bed.

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Wednesday, March 22nd, 2006
4:09 pm - Getaway Car

He doesn't speak to me like he used to because
His monologues are cliched; I want to piss in a
Bottle and throw it at his father's house.


We will leave at sunset.

All the bags will fit in the backseat.


We will drive all night and watch the
Sun come up.


It will be early in the morning
When we arrive. May I take your bags?
They will ask me. Absolutely.


We will stay with my sister in
Iowa. We will go about our business.
He will learn to cry without tears.


When he thinks of me,

I hope he wishes for death.

I hope his world burns to the ground.

He has hurt me for the last time.


Samuel looks up from his playing
And says

Mommy? When's Daddy coming?

Soon, I tell him. Daddy
Has some things to do first.


My getaway car goes faster than his.
He won't see us again.

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Sunday, March 5th, 2006
4:52 am
fleur_divine The City Works
The city moons in shadow,
yet flashes by in silver.
It rides on unkempt buses
and sits on dusty seats.

A face behind a newspaper,
a trash bag full of clothing,
a man finds sleep on a seat,
another has not bathed,
the air conditioning does not work,
a woman wears too much perfume,
and a baby cries.

The city commutes,
too tired to dream.

A child watches mirrored buildings stem,
between stucco and brick.
They grow from cracks in side walks
and fly out of obsidian pavement--
to become office buildings,
apartment buildings,
and super marts.

The city is a machine,
it paves over dreams.

At night,
I look to the ceiling of my room
and pretend it is the sky.
The clock gears stop;
the metallic world bends.

I am in a meadow;
I sing and the sky listens.
There is a spirit here;
it answers, it knows me,
I know its power,
and man is fragile;
he cannot move like nature,
he cannot love like nature,
but she loves him.

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