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I feel bludgeoned
with the club-end of her wit
and concave from her claw-like excavations.
what had she, in those hands, to carve
a silent message or drawing
in some unused portion of my body,
that only she could see? when I stood before the mirror
I could not discern what
she dismissed as
"simply un-
important."
she must have forced her
dark device
under-
neath an outer shell
and found some pleasant treasure there
where I could see
only
average matter.
what weapon, what sharp reality, she had leveled to employ
was
raised or
outstretched in some female fashion? I search the mirror, again
for evidence of where she might have plunged
(her hands),
to a frank and unknown depth:
a secret deep
placating a thing
to stay where it was with charms and whistles.
I feel as though I
serve the purpose of displaying
some telling array of magic, glancing off from behind me
like lightening
in most if not every place
nightly
where I'm apt to wander
illuminating only my paranoid surety
of its existence
in bold and flashing descriptions, playful shadows aft of my
senses.
its silly, somehow, but where
if anywhere, do I seem different to you?
with the club-end of her wit
and concave from her claw-like excavations.
what had she, in those hands, to carve
a silent message or drawing
in some unused portion of my body,
that only she could see? when I stood before the mirror
I could not discern what
she dismissed as
"simply un-
important."
she must have forced her
dark device
under-
neath an outer shell
and found some pleasant treasure there
where I could see
only
average matter.
what weapon, what sharp reality, she had leveled to employ
was
raised or
outstretched in some female fashion? I search the mirror, again
for evidence of where she might have plunged
(her hands),
to a frank and unknown depth:
a secret deep
placating a thing
to stay where it was with charms and whistles.
I feel as though I
serve the purpose of displaying
some telling array of magic, glancing off from behind me
like lightening
in most if not every place
nightly
where I'm apt to wander
illuminating only my paranoid surety
of its existence
in bold and flashing descriptions, playful shadows aft of my
senses.
its silly, somehow, but where
if anywhere, do I seem different to you?
Literature
Earth and Fire: A Profile
Earth and Fire: A Profile
Born blind to a traditional Chinese family, Toph Bei Fong faced a lot of challenges growing up. One of which, she states, was her parents.
I love them to death, but they kept treating me like I was about to break, and I just refused to be kept indoors all the time. I had to get out into the world, Toph says. And out into the world is what she did. Bei Fong is now a famous geologist. She has several books published including The Voice of the Earth and Touch, Taste, Smell, Hear. Both of which were national best-sellers in creative non-fiction. The Voice of the Earth has been translated into several langua
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Broken hearts and Bloody wrists
Ribbons in her hair and scars beneath her sleeves
Her soul is slowly dying as tormentors turn to thieves
The mask on her face doesn't cover her eyes
So she can't cover her sorrow with her lies
She's so beautiful
It's breathtaking
She's so sorrowful
It's heartbreaking
Trace your veins with this blade,
Still the fiery flames of hate
Your pleasures pain, a steel caress,
You hide your hurt, shield your distress
She's so beautiful
It's breathtaking
She's so sorrowful
It's heartbreaking
When comes the time for pain to end?
Until that day your heart descends
Your soul gives up, your life decays
You'll find no cause to change y
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Mai's Ramblings - Azuko
Mai on... Azuko!
"No one can deny that the Fire Nation's royal family was more messed up than a romance between a Bison and a Lemur, but one of the sickest conflicts was between Zuko and Azula, the siblings heirs of Fire Lord Ozai.
"Zuko and Azula were the only two offspring AND BELIEVE ME TWO WAS ENOUGH FOR THAT MARRIAGE of Fire Lord Ozai and the mysterious Mother slash Angel slash Freudian Excuse slash Unresolved Plot Point SLASH FREQUENT REASON FOR WHINING Ursa, who split up due to the most epic difference of opinion ever regarding the appropriate ways to discipline a child. As a result Zuko grew up always remembering the person he had b
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I really like this one, very nice, and very well written. I'm still trying to grasp my mind around the over all meaning, but very nice it is indeed.