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time travel
i.
precious moments-
featherweight.

ii.
time heals, remember?

iii.
burying despair: death.

iv.
grandfather time, immortal?

silver-tinged twilight owls

nestle,

hooting

along

with the help of lofty, fresh leaves

so too, do the summer's evening

winds whistle around

the empty park bench passing

through the p

Owl and CrowYour fingertips stuck to my forehead, and popped off when you pulled them back. We were both wearing black that day, mourning our own deaths. (Those little deaths that happen again and again.) Kisses planted grow rainbow flowers at twilight. We were waiting for twilight, that day. I pushed your fingers back into place on your hands, kissing the tips of each one. You cat-purred, I bird-screamed. Twilight rolled in like a fog, smooth and beautiful, the way it does sometimes in autumn. We didn't need anything more.

stargazersShe lives in a river of stars, intricately weaved into the eyes of Eden
it's just
the way his roses find beauty in her bramble-berry eyes
watching the sun sink into the ocean
together
waiting for the night sky

I will always remember him, eyes dancing, hiding her broken heart

Rainwater, hurricanes of lonely gray spilling onto the cloudy sidewalk. The stars are gone tonight.

Gray MasqueradeStriding through this gray, empty world,
I peer upon the hard faces of my peers.
False laughter rings in my ears,
Strained smiles depict something's amiss.
They all fit in,
Just a bit too much.
Robotic and stiff,
They are unidentifiable.
Caught up in the crowd and judgment,
They have lost their identity and their pride,
And their emotions are as flat and cold as those disguises they sport.
The world has come to this.
Even they don't know who they are any longer,
And everynight
Is like a masquerade ball.
I would rather die
Than live a lie.

keepsakein old boxes we keep
next to spider web walls and heirloom
root cellars

small pieces of ourselves

watermarked
hoarded like weapons from the
enemies within

the shrapnel of unsettled palavers

waiting
for the right time on the wrong day
or
the right day but the wrong time

to echo sharp olloquies
thought erased with the analgesic
ebbing of time

salvaged from boxes
and back to the surface
displaced

like sickness in gingerale dreams

living misslethis was once the center of things
a garrison of mustard seed and sedulous
one-armed scissors

but now summarily surrendered
to the direction of those bred to push buttons
like Theseus throwing

himself to the Aegean
half dissolved and resolved
to be a better reagent

in vitro meatsloth;
sill diffusing the bombs

the crime sorcier of hyper-
sexual plants

this air is so dirty
the sophists are sweating

while eating their supper, while
scratching their slogans

'to the spine of our eyes
shorthand-surreptitious

and the future assured
on the whim of synthetics

currently disclosable informationthey're naked ships on the horizon
smuggling the tender metal-armed children
who will untie our knots and
tend to our fields
raised on impunative
alchemy and indignant occamy

there is quite a strange
thing doing quite strange things
somewhere entrained by the eyes paregoric
a spate of pro-
biotic indifference

and there are some beasts
you can't catch with tackle and bait
ones you must lure
with more orwellian versions of the truth
and those are the ones to keep
locked in small skeleton closets
to smother with pillows and bury

in the basement on christmas eve

ThawAs you are loaded
into the back
of the ambulance,

you thank God
that something
is happening at last.

You Took Something From MeI used to remember what was hidden in the moon
The light of a billion beautiful rays still shading in the looms
Now a broken soul, an apparatus to destruction, a tool
A word, a phrase, a paragraph or two
A day doesn't pass without me waking up in pain
To see your repugnant fucking face over me again
The terrors never cease and sometimes I desire
To be deceased, to baptise myself in fire
To leave this earth because my sanctity was violated
And I was young, how could you use this in advantage?
I can't even manage to describe my hate
You pushed the envelope, and I thought I was to blame
But it isn't that way now that I've realized
That I lied to

HumanI don't want to go outside.

It just don't

I hate explaining myself
I hate reality sometimes
I hate being alone
I hate having people around me

I'm sometimes a hypocrite
I'm sometimes a liar
I'm sometimes a procrastinator
I'm sometimes too bunt
I sometimes can't catch a clue
I sometimes don't understand
I sometimes get jealous
I sometimes get scared

I sometimes remember him
and want to slam my head on the counter
to erase what I thought was fatherly love

I'm scared of lots of things
I'm scared of bumps in the night
I'm scared of being touched
I'm scared of upsetting friends
I'm scared of being insensitive
I'm scared of people dying
I'm sca

See there's the girlSee there's the girl
The girl who's losing grip
Who is slowly losing everything
her screams of pain and sorrow
Fill her heart.

Do you hear her
Can you see her
Can you
Listen to her
Look at her scars that bleed

She means no harm
She's just dying inside
Help her before she's gone
Don't let her slip

Do you hear her
can you see her
can you listen to her
look at the scars that bleed

There she lays
The girl who cried out
the girl who everyone
Laughed at
The girl who did the permanent
Solution to a temporary problem.

DO you hear her
Can you see her
Can you listen to her screams
Look at her she's six feet under now

The Gorgon's lullaby:The Gorgon's lullaby:

The gorgon sits on the rock on the edge of the world
she see's nothing but the dark sky, nothing there
she was all alone in the world
not one soul to comfort her
not a set of eyes to turn her way
seeing hatred everywhere but she says to herself
its going to be okay because i'm here with my sister's
these heavy hands curl around rocks and tree's
never to see another living soul
for if she does
she'll turn them into stone
where she could only stare but never have any interactions
the Gorgon's lullaby is the only thing that keeps her calm
as her wings stretch out behind her
she lets out a soft hiss
nothing else is h

Blank PagesMy minds in a state of stasis, on an empty stage I'm faceless
My bulbs in need of replacement, and I don't think I can take this.
The imagination is an oasis, it helps me swim to higher places.
Each day passes by like ages, as I slave away for wages
Open heart in broken cages, my only friends are blank pages.

-Jeramie James

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by ~evolutionhotline, Nov 16, 2004, 11:57:34 AM
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at least until the government gets their head out of their ass.

~h-l-t Mar 28, 2010

Oh I really love this one. The spacing adds a ton and I love you giving the days of the week colors...one of my fav by you

~evolutionhotline Mar 28, 2010

i can't tell you how happy that makes me. thank you so much. this one'z special to me. and it goez along with two otherz that deal with similar topiks... 'medicated' [link] which waz written around the same time az this one, and 'legal drugz kill', which iz a fav of mine, and most everyone who readz it. hope i'm not overloading you. anyway, thanks for commenting and faving this one.

~h-l-t Apr 4, 2010

I really like the second one but they are both very good.

nah your not overloading me. But its takin me a while to comment cus i have been busy....

~evolutionhotline Apr 4, 2010

that's awefully strange. i didn't make 'hope i'm not overloading you' the link. i put the link after the title of 'legal drugz kill'. what the hell iz wrong with da lately? anyway, glad i'm not overloading you. hehe. and i'm glad you liked them, thank you.

~doodler89 Jan 27, 2010 General Artist

This is really good.

I hope you're okay.

~evolutionhotline Jan 27, 2010

ah, this waz written a long time ago. i would say i'm ok now, but cps just stole my children from me. but thanks for your concern, your comment, and your fav, i really appreciate it.

~doodler89 Jan 28, 2010 General Artist

If cps is anything like Social Services in this country then I really feel for you. And you're welcome.

~evolutionhotline Jan 28, 2010

thank you.

~CaptainQuirk Feb 24, 2008

That's really sad. I sort of wish I hadn't read the comment first, because I otherwise I'd think it's about waiting for change. Well, either way, that's what it seems to be. I just didn't think it would be so literal. The voice is so isolated. *shiver*

The feeling tone kind of reminds me a little of one of my poems. [link]

~evolutionhotline Feb 24, 2008

yeah, i waz pretty down when i wrote that. i sure appreciate your comments. thank you so much! glad you liked it.

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