April 6, 2005
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she came to the floor undressed in her elegant self-effacement. the
nakedness peeked out through her too perfect shell. the coverings that fit
and accentuated just so, ensuring that the viewer was drawn away from
the blood still seeping from beneath her nails.
the heartbroken always go out with a bang.
i came for unpolite gestures, blunt words expressing your awkward
interest in the softness of my frame. i knew your reputation as well as
the promptness of your replies, the looks that you had thrown my way
for quite some time now. you had girls to warm your bed and your
fellows to be your friends. we played our flirtatious games, though they never
came to the fruition that we had both intended.
sex and charm. intelligence and physical attractiveness. the games we play until our wounds have healed.
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you should listen to the song "these games we play" by desert city soundtrack.
or maybe watch its video.
the beginning of this reminds me of part of the animated scene from kill bill vol. 1
Kick ass! Nakedness and blood, what more could one ask for...
mm. beautiful, but beautifully depressing, too.
"the heartbroken always go out with a bang" random props=I wondered what you meant by 'always' and does it HAVE to be a broken heart(?) Isn't love something that can't be hurt(?) The older and wiser one gets I suppose the less it hurts. One day death will be the end of my love(s) and I suppose I'll cry[again] but doesn't true love live on, in the hearts of those touched and left behind;[if it's really love](?)
Superlative work. I enjoy the second line particularly.
"Hope dies and I
shake off the excess water,
spend a half hour crafting some opening
statement, but only give her my coat
and say it's a gift. For me, she says,
eyeballs floating to the top of the eye,
and I can't speak, but hand-signal: Victory."
Be happy.
-C
oh well, i ended up dropping out of the class. thanks anyway.
i like your writing :]
I really enjoyed that.
Please write something else
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