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- Vanessa -
"Memory is a tenuous thing...
flickering glimpses, blue
and white, like ancient,
decomposing 16mm film.
Happiness escapes
me there, where faces
are vague and yesterday
seems too come tied
up in ribbons of pain.
Happiness? I look for it instead
in today, where memory
is something I can still
touch, still rely on.
I find it in the smiles
of new friends, the hope
blossoming inside.
My happiest memories
have no place in the
past; they are those
I have yet to create."
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- Conner -
"My happiest memories
are sun-streaked afternoons
in the cinnamon arms of my
Emily--the evening star
glowing in a dusk-choked
sky. She wraps me in pleasure,
silent except for her
occasional sigh, and I
whisper, 'Keep me here,
beside you, where I can
breath you in. Keep me
here, inside you, Emily.'
She makes no promises,
only tells me I can stay
for now. 'Sometimes it's good
to be lonely, good to feel
pain. But not now, my love.
Now I want you here beside
me, where you can breath me in.
And I need you inside me.
You make me young again.'
Pressed against the curve
of her back, my fingers trace
the contours of one breast,
and then the other. Such
perfection in the texture
of her skin, sublime petals,
pressed into recollection.
My Emily."
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- Tony -
"Six years they took
away. Six years not
allowed to say much
but 'Yes, sir; no, sir.'
Today I breathe a free
man's air, walk without
sacrifice anywhere I
choose. A woman passes
by. Without hesitation
I say, 'Hello. Beautiful
day, isn't it?' She turns
my way, smiles, a bright
hint of hope that all
might one day be right
in whatever world
tomorrow brings me."
 Bedroom Whore · Sat May 23, 2009 @ 03:29am · 1 Comments |
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