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TulipTulips grew at her mother’s house. They formed a central circle in the small garden where she used to sit when she escaped. She hated them because they seemed her mother’s favorite thing in the world. As mother’s hair grew thin and gray, as men came and went, each sitting awhile to smoke among the flowers, the garden remained a fine circle of pink. Now, the garden is as overgrown as Eden – men no longer stop to sit, and mother’s hair has ceased falling. Tulips peer insolently from gaps in the stone. She saw them for what they were, and loved them. Tulip
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Foliage SeasonAutumn is                   Rotting leaves  And pumpkins wet                   from brown rains  evenings that flicker                   like stubby candles in  the early gasp                   of winter wind.  My fingers stick         Foliage Season
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The Winter Party1   
The doorbell rings. The guests arrive.  He leads them in, as they all beat  That mythic winter into mats  Upon the threshold of a holiday.  And so they start to joke and chuckle,  removing hats  Gloves, coats, and colored Christmas scarves  Amid the welcomes and the hugs  Each for each one of the five,  Old friends from warmer days.   
They sit near the fireplace  Sipping mugs of steaming tea, telling  Stories of their changing stories  (The pure-hearted and heated talk  
of budding intellectuals)  By their Platonic Christmas tree.  One is bury The Winter Party
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Protestant CemeteryIf you want to understand neglect  There is an old British cemetery  On Canal Suez Boulevard  Where the imperial bones of Europe  Rot just like the rest of us; the grass  Has reaped great profit from their downfall  And no one cares to trim it  
As is the custom  In gusty England.   
In one era or another  
(it matters little which)  Arab youths reduced many a gravestone  
To the dust of God,  Shattered the stony faces of doleful girls  Beneath the common hammer  As their fathers must have split  
Their molded church-bells  And melted them down for coffe Protestant Cemetery
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Especially in Vermont

Thu Sep 7, 2006, 3:46 AM
So my first night was.....interesting.

When my parents left, I just settled in to my dorm until we had a hall meeting at 9 PM. Then we were told we had the Ross Commons Olympics to attend, which were done by floors. It was pretty fun - I participated, I did a walk off, like in zoolander, except probably not as cool.

I woke up this morning and went out to use the shower, and I found someone had, during the night, drawn a picture of a penis on my little dry-erase board, and written a bubble that says "Fuck Me". Was this due to my involvement? I wondered. Maybe. But as I looked down the hall, a few other people had this problem too (of homophobic graffiti, I mean), so I felt less singled-out. But I still....don't like that problem. I have a feeling I know the room that did it, maybe, and I don't like having to deal with that shit where I live. I'm sure people will mention it to someone, and it'll get figured out....not good for the first night.

Well, today I have a class and figure out my other three classes - let's see how this goes.


.....alright.....love to Massachusetts. There.
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  • Current Residence: Middlebury, VT
  • Interests: Writing, reading, kung fu, travel in any form
  • Favourite movie: Gatacca
  • Favourite band or musician: Elliott Smith, Stars, Oasis
  • Favourite genre of music: Alternative, Folk, Classical
  • Favourite artist: Forgive an ignorant college student
  • Favourite poet or writer: Wallace Stevens, Seamus Heaney, Robert Lowell, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
  • Operating System: Windows XP
  • MP3 player of choice: Ipod
  • Favourite game: I don't really play them much these days.
  • Favourite gaming platform: Your Mom
  • Favourite cartoon character: I am indecisive
  • Tools of the Trade: Notebook.....pen......computer.....

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~Nazafar:iconNazafar: Jun 23, 2008, 6:08:30 AM
I have just been browsing some of your poetry... One word: Wonderful. I wish I could give you some constructive criticism, but I fear I would fail grievously.

Anyway, would you mind if I watched you? :D
~beyondthemist:iconbeyondthemist: Jun 27, 2008, 9:19:08 AM
No, feel free to watch me. Unfortunately, I'm not overly active on here...but thanks.

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"I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven." - Walt Whitman
~Nazafar:iconNazafar: Jun 27, 2008, 12:33:32 PM
You're welcome. :) I'm afraid I use DeviantART excessively these days, but very rarely submit anything!
~clarinetlovr:iconclarinetlovr: Mar 28, 2008, 4:27:42 PM
hi random deviant!! :]

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“The wise man in the storm prays to God, not for safety from danger, but deliverance from fear.”
~zengmar:iconzengmar: Jan 27, 2008, 10:20:14 PM
Random Deviant Hello! :wave:

Nice big spear/sword thingy ;P
~beasti:iconbeasti: Nov 17, 2007, 4:42:11 PM
Yay you still check this shiznit!
~forgotten-thoughts:iconforgotten-thoughts: Feb 19, 2007, 7:30:46 AM
that happened while sitting in computer apps with marie and keifer.

other than that, i have no explanation.
~forgotten-thoughts:iconforgotten-thoughts: Feb 12, 2007, 7:25:23 AM
lack of virgin

touched for the very first time






what?
~xBatgirlx:iconxBatgirlx: Feb 3, 2007, 9:25:43 AM
Cause you have like...College...and a life...
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