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Name: Stephanie
Country: United States
State: Maryland
Metro: Baltimore
Birthday: 6/9/1988
Gender: Female


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Member Since: 3/15/2005

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Thursday, March 23, 2006

Abort conception of contraception

Because in completion we complete you,

Abort, a mirage of my perception

Because we complete you, completely we do.

Our love was once grown from the outside in

Now it is growing from the inside out.

Our love was contained in a new years sin

Now it contains disease, a seedlings sprout.

Ringing church bells resonate as I speak.

Hiding from me I will find you in sleep

Wringing your neck as you wake, now whose weak?

Hiding glass of fetal wine, watch it steep

I wont make what we’ve made mine or ours

For I’ll be bleeding in a few hours.


Thursday, March 16, 2006

Rain rain wash away

                               Blame bane truth

                                         Fade

To banal pain

 Up up and away

In my beautiful balloon

I’ll put you out

                                  You’re calling             through

                                                          me

                                                                  Call

                                                          me                  again

Embrace me with two hands tying two life spans

               with one strand.

 I’ll be beside you drawing faces in the sand.


Friday, January 20, 2006

3:00am

The winds bend the trees

The shutters rebel against their trends

Beating me awake

Through the simple

Width between the window

The rain is caught

Averted from their set course,

Straight to the concrete,

It’s now going left and right

The thunder warns

And the lightning strikes

Frightening the storm

I then slip into a sleep

With earth, wind, and fire

Now in uniform

The weatherman was such a liar


Bonnie and Clyde

Sitting on the railroad tracks

Muscles tense

And, by experience,

The nerves relax

Latching onto each other

 

The 5:00 is running late

Exchanging steel glances

They’re shaking with the sound

Of iron and metal warming

 

For a second, time waits

For their last kiss

 

It screeched a warning

Then reached the climax

 

Bonnie and Clyde

Lay on the railroad tracks

Muscles loose

Nerves shattered

They should of used a noose.


Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Its going to take time a while to get back around to my circumspected semblance. What dance can you stride when you slide along the edges of time. What taste can you sense withering, brimming your looking glass. Neuroanatomy of psychotrophic solutions endotrachea sans haze purified and crazed. Skin skin skin inspection. Retinal infection. Infectious. Rendering a deified renegade. Transacting porous pallor. Traffic. Sanguine fenced. Where to next.



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