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flatland love lost, lingering as he twists his way up canyon roads, west chasing a sun running, retreating, away from the day it rose upon, flatland love morning light, when all was right connected in disconnect sharing tears, miles away in the space reserved for souls and ghosts one twisting, lying on her side the other, up canyon roads the stones we carry into age and wisdom some shiny, beautiful. memories, like fingerprints no two, the same the stones we carry into age and wisdom fear and regret all jagged, heavy to bear recollection; the collection the weight of wisdom and worry the she and he, carved a space to place each stone dow

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(in the universe, of souls and ghosts love gives way, to love fear gives way, to fear and hope, a curious combination of the two) heavy rains, on sunshine hearts and the memories made on, then, the longest day night fell, hearts swelled, and into each other they fell fell fell when smiles gave way to heavy heads and the night winds cooled day to grey her breath lengthened, deepened, still he whispered, the only sound, for miles and miles and miles away to his lips, it came, before brain and heart don't fall, don't sleep, don't drift away i'll miss you so, i'll miss you so heavier, her head, into his chest one kiss, small smile, then fl

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the blue light of the bus shelter summons the ghosts inside you. the near biblical sound of snow; sleeping rain, shifting on the sidewalk. we take the bus when we want to drink or when we want to experience new people. we take the longest route home and watch the snow fall and the people talk. (grace me with a small plant that i can tell to grow and i’ll be happier than with a thousand dollars in a card.) and i take the bus to have silence and solace. gift me with a last-line bus ride at one in the morning and i’ll spill all my secrets. i’ll write poems about the snow and be grateful. listen to how an alone man sighs

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you were occult to me, the fine line drawn between chemistry and fiction. because you read blindly, about how i believe in science, not god, and then the fog clears your head. i believe in the things i read, blindly. you were occult to me. you made me blind to what i read. i read the curving of your neck, the incandescent swoon of every curse you put on me. the things i read don’t exist anymore, they are past they are past they are past it is the cult of you,

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i watched a woman throw a man's hand from hers out of frustration today, and it reminded me of when it all fell apart for us. i remember the look on her face when she decided that i was not to be remembered. and i remember not wanting to let go. since then i have been running, trying to remember to forget that she made me into a monster in her head. because the real me, the truth that got too close, had been too much to be forgotten. every day, i put more miles between us. every day, miles closer to the opposite and equal. action begets reaction, and i am, every day,

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moving east and the poet in me wants to tell you that i am pushing towards new sunrises, away from old horizons, or finding new beginnings. the spirit in me knows that i'm not. i am running away, and i've packed most of what i need, though i've left room for a few regrets. cycling through i think back to all of the things i wish i had never said to you. each one had meaning, reason and just cause except i'm sorry.

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her secrets fell like raindrops on leaves and desire rumbled like thunder in the distance as she whispered through white lilies and lace trust me just me, trust me though i already did i begged for reasons and reasons and reasons more like thunder in the distance as she whispered through white lilies and lace (i took four northbound flights to gaze upon her northern lights only to close my eyes and breathe in her whisper)

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Mar 16
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Deviant for 14 years
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Current Age: 34
Current Residence: Boulder, CO
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heartswell, and the resulting heartache

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Sep 11, 2010

a week of fire

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hi everybody. so, in case you haven't heard, boulder, where i live, has been battling a very serious and very large wildfire just outside of city limits since monday.  we seem to have a good handle on it now, but it has been a harrowing week. last night, the winds shifted and brought a very serious threat of fire to the city limits and a portion of the city, a part i happen to reside in, was put on standby for evacuation.  an area encompassing thousands of homes, businesses, hospitals, and schools with a population of ~12,000 people.  yes, harrowing. roughly about 9:30pm the winds picked up and the smoke began to make its way into the city

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Jul 30, 2010

i got a DD!

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so, thanks to likeliquid (https://www.deviantart.com/likeliquid) and Kaz-D (https://www.deviantart.com/kaz-d) i was honored with my first ever (!) DD a few weeks ago for this: :thumb143389020: likeliquid (https://www.deviantart.com/likeliquid) suggested the piece and i am so unbelievably honored and humbled by the kindness and consideration. i've only now caught up and thanked everyone for the favs and comments.  it was a wonderfully exhausting task!  took a little while longer because dA locks you out from commenting after you have commented on ~50 or so different deviant's pages.  the system thinks you are a spammer.  how do all of you popular and famous deviants get around this?! i also picked up a bunch of new watchers.  hi, new fri

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Jun 30, 2010

today

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and the annual boulder exodus has begun. only this time, there is a larger sense of loss. but like the seeds that germinate only after a forest fire, there is now only room to grow. the muse has left, all of her baggage in tow, and she packed my insecurities deep inside her trunk. her panacean visage, twisted this sagacious fool and retreated back to safety. leaving only the shell of a man and the scar tissue of a life believed to be well-lived. (there are three things in life that should never get broken; toys, hearts and promises...i still have my toys.) my best friend is off to travel the world leaving me with memories and the conflict b