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Spinach_Martyr
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Name: Hannah
Gender: Female
Interests: Jesus (because he loves me), poetry (e.e. cummings is my favorite), writing (besides poetry of course), music (playing the guitar and classical piano and listening to five iron frenzy, relient k, stuff like that), arranging clothing (not like laundry, but like putting together strange outfits at night because i don't do that in the morning), art (drawing or painting or pasting things onto other things)
Expertise: comic books
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
1/29/2005
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| i miss your handi miss your hand
with mine inside | | |
| the impossibleplease understand...
the songs in my heart are sad.
to hear you struggle is a pain
that flinches, then bites, then sears.
i know...
i am not justified by my tears.
to make you struggle is a sin
that puts callouses on my heart.
what i meant was love;
what i made was hurt.
can you forgive me?
(i am asking the impossible) | | |
| StoryI have a story to
tell the world.
At times, it quivers
and flickers like candle-flame;
Other times, it
will bead up and run
like blood from a cut.
My prayer is that
I will have time to tell it,
And that is what urges me on.
To live;
To try;
To tell. | | |
| railroadin a dream i walked the tracks
with someone i had never met.
(because you can't be alone on a journey
like that.)
the trains went by and the smoke
billowed black.
we'd camp that night;
we carried packs.
just a jacket on my shoulder
and a bag at my back.
(because you travel light
on a journey like that.)
everyone else
took the bus.
those who travel best--travel light.
even through the night
when the sky
billows black. | | |
| only a littlelike the world's smallest hole
in the world's saddest heart | | |
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