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GirlShe’s such a mess, A mass of warm colors that cools me down.Girl
She’s such a sweetheart, A railroad made of hard candy which gives my molar teethes
something to deal with.
She’s such a character, A love-making between curves
and sudden endings.
And she is such a girl, A final punch line to my reluctant thoughts about how tender her skin is while she tries on all my clothes.
by ~Shiroari
RegretsLike autumn leaves gravitating toward the still ground, scattering together into mounds and heaps of splashed colors. An abstract bloodstain, stretching into the sky And dripping droplets of sunRegrets
into my shadow.
by ~Shiroari
ShortcomingsMy shortcomings sprung outShortcomings
My jaws are an isolation cell, my teethes are temporal grates that slightly rattle under the pressure, and my tongue is a rope, tied to the only water bucket, which goes up and down, there.
My mouth have imprisoned a sigh of finality Yet I've been slowing down and I'm ill-prepared
With spring, My thoughts scatter away
along the groundsel's offspring.
by ~Shiroari
My BubbleOur time is Hours drinking their distance under the pressure of moribund seconds, and the ticking Taximeter counting as far as the nearby cardboard home.My Bubble
and I I was watching you, No, I mean, I saw you across the town Trashing around like fish on stable ground, Perplexing grand pectoral fins Before taking a glide;
Pulling out your car keys, Saying something
by ~Shiroari
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- Favourite movie: Pedro Almodóvar's movies, Hayao Miyazaki's movies, Labyrinth, anything with Johnny De
- Favourite band or musician: Sia is my new kink
- Favourite genre of music: Folk and Avant-garde, and everything between
- Favourite artist: my lil' sister
- Favourite poet or writer: Leonard Cohen, Neil Gaiman, Connie Willis, Elsa Morante
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- Personal Quote: "there is no meaning to life, if you can't run in circles"
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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'Not all men are like trees; some must travel and cannot keep still.'
(Gypsy proverb)
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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'Not all men are like trees; some must travel and cannot keep still.'
(Gypsy proverb)
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
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'Not all men are like trees; some must travel and cannot keep still.'
(Gypsy proverb)
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
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