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Saturday, March 18, 2006. From the 3 line thing we did in class. Creation as we know it. Even the lavish lilacs. Of the norther city. We may find it hard. To set logic and reason aside. Words are the cells. He was best loved. But with a word-a-day philosophy. The seasons colored grey. Is all so dim. It is a dynamic. Both tough and bold. But we carry on. Posted by Alysson at 5:28:00 PM. This is very very interesting, I think. It reads almost like an elegy. Are you going to work on it more?

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Alysson

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Sunday, April 02, 2006. The crunching of the snow. Posted by Alysson at 5:04:00 PM. I think this is very lyrical. i enjoyed the imagery. I'm wondering how the workshop affected you on this one; I think it has a lot of strength and potential. Potsdam, New York, United States. View my complete profile. Jessica St. Hilaire. Arron M. Gascon. Down Ive lost myself again Barely visible Throu. Dismal Fallen victim To the fate which surrounds. Waste Countless hours spent Heeding to your eve.

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Ashley: March 2006

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Sunday, March 26, 2006. I love the hour before takeoff,. That stretch of no time, no home. But the gray vinyl seats linked like. Unfolding paper dolls. Soon we shall. Be summoned to the gate, soon enough. There'll be the clumsy procedure of row numbers. And perforated stubs-but for now. I can look at these ragtag nuclear families. With their cooing and bickering. Or the heeled bachelorette trying. To ignore a baby's wail and the baby's. Exhausted mother waiting to be called up early. My black face fades,.

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Alysson

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Sunday, March 26, 2006. To the fate which surrounds for him. With now tarnished shin. Followed by unconquerable death. Senseless act of stupidity. Leading to one final faint breath. To be never brought back. Whom had grown to be my brother. Into dismal black desert. An adversary of no crime. A now never ending remembrance. Posted by Alysson at 4:47:00 PM. Here's the weird thing: I read the. First line of the third stanza as. Take from brothers." And then . . . "brothers" appears. Very emotional, I like it.

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Alysson

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Saturday, April 22, 2006. My heart is heavy. The flood gates are bound. Causing chaos in my head. The only warmth i had. Dead air on the other end. I grew upset and you fled. Like a murderer abandoning. The scene of the crime. Teetering on the edge. Has formed into plummeting down. It's a never ending cycle. Just one g i a n t circle. The ticking of the clock. Has become louder echoing. A reminder of how quickly. Our time is cut short. Yet you cut me short. When will we learn. As a whole how precious.

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XChibi's Blog: February 2006

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February 17, 2006. For those of you who aren't in my class and didn't get a chance to read my poem (or, heck, even want to read it again), here it is:. I’m the type of female who gets what I want. All I have to do is to look at you with my amber, almond-shaped eyes and you melt. Men are so easy to make into slaves. At first, you brought me home for that reason, didn’t you? You wanted to use me. So you have a companion,. So you have someone to snuggle against you on a lonely night,. It’s all in the gaze.

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XChibi's Blog: Post Eighteen

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April 12, 2006. Looking up at the sky, I hear a small bird chirp. And something dropped down on me. You’re a selfish person of fate. Looking up at the sky,. I hear a chirp and. I shoot down the bird. And I start laughing my ass off. Like the nectar of the opening flower. I dream of whipping you. I start skipping and. First few lyrics to a song. I found it funny and thought I'd share. View My Complete Profile.

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XChibi's Blog: Post Fourteen

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March 25, 2006. In other news. I wrote a poem I want to bring in for workshop so I'm looking forward to that. That's all for now. View My Complete Profile.

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XChibi's Blog: Post Twenty

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April 20, 2006. A single floating feather. Purity at its best. Waterlilies floating above the surface. Gloves of the music conductor. The cleanest paper to write on. This is so deep. Good work you are very creative. View My Complete Profile.