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Feb 24, 2008 - 20:46 PM PST
Dedicated to the soft spoken with loud voices

Standing alone in this baron horizon
I swear right here, right now, i'll fill in every
white line. Every empty page will be stained red.
Haven't you ever seen it? The way a painter hates
the untainted canvas. Broken pencils and frayed brushes--
try to erase the erased. We're all so blank. SCREAM.
Color me in. Hear me out. There's something
wrong with a society that doesn't believe in
background music or spinning cameras or the homeless
lunatic screaming about love and hate on a New York City
Corner and no one stops to listen because no one wants to
hear the only things worth hearing.
I dreamed i was crying, but knew i was asleep and when
i woke up i'd be just as empty inside and there'd be
nothing worth crying about
I knew i would never awake
and was already dead. The sky was so dark that night
and it was so easy to sleep on crashing clouds.
Color me in. Hear me out.
If i wrote a poem it would be untitled and always would be.
No dictionary will ever describe "feeling" and no biologist
will ever understand the human heart. No string of words
will ever explain how you feel when you read this

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Mar 26, 2008 - 21:41 PM

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You're a really brilliant writer, and I love your default picture.