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I shot the albatross.

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Tell Him by sanpako, literature

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Tell Him

If he ever stops by Tell him I said hello Tell him I said to let me go. Tell him I said I always meant to say the words. Tell him he meant the world to me He was my Atlas. Tell him my mouth and my mind Freeze up from time to time And I can't vocalize the feeling I try to plunge into a kiss. Tell him looking into his eyes Never meant nothing. Tell him that every hand I laid on him Was charged with words I couldn't say. Tell him that I need him His fingers twined inside my palm. Tell him I always tried Tell him I always meant to say the words. Tell him I love him. (Tell him I always have.)

Beautiful by sanpako, literature

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Beautiful

Seated beside me on the sidewalk He spoke softly And almost to himself. Saying, Does he ever tell you you're beautiful? The kind of girl diamonds are made for. The kind of girl dreams are made of. Does he ever mention how lucky he is? Lucky as any man on earth. Smart, funny, caring, and courageous. You'd be amazing even if you weren't beautiful. Does he tell you you're beautiful? He stood and I looked up at him. It doesn't matter that he doesn't tell me. When he grabs my hand on the street, puts an arm around me at the movies, or kisses me goodbye five times before actually leaving, it means more than any words he could say.

are you scared of the dark by sanpako, literature

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are you scared of the dark

Do you remember that night, (This was a while ago, before we were so Serious and official.) We had just had sex, though we still called it fucking Giving in to our teenage mentality. I lay beside and on top of you, my head against your chest, My legs wrapped up in your white linens. I realized I knew nothing about you other than your body. I rolled over and rested my chin on my hands and looked at you. Your eyes were closed, but I knew you were awake by the way you were breathing. "What are you afraid of?" I ask. My voice cuts the silence cleanly as it always does when I talk. I have no ethereal whisper for dark moments. You op

So Be It by sanpako, literature

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So Be It

Sometimes I hardly think Past the sound of my long nails tapping on tables Past the tip of my nose Broken three times. Past my tiny ears and tiny lips And big blue eyes All the better to eat you with (My Dear.) With twenty-five thousand dollar teeth. I often reflect on dinner, The inside of my mouth, About television shows, sex and shower curtains Comic books and bandwidth. (Your mindset is so inconsequential, he said. You're so carefree and careless. I wholly expect you to crumble under the weight of the world when it finally fucks you awake.)

Untitled by sanpako, literature

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Untitled

He has a voice that says: Hello, I'm (Mysterious). And I'm instantly in love with those Espresso brown eyes I always fall for. I call him over, With my signature flirting move: Extended eye contact, followed by that Upward quirk of my eyebrows And a grin. He tells me I have a glowing smile And dangerous eyes. Like I'm candy and sin. (A cherry lollipop soaked in India ink.) I stick my hand in his pocket Where a cell phone, wallet and cigarettes Join it. He presses me in to a wall Hard enough that I'll bruise later. (But I like that.) Then his lips are on my lips And later his hand on my knee As he drives me home where I'll

Ghosts of Saturday by sanpako, literature

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Ghosts of Saturday

I'm haunted by the ghosts of that Saturday night The shadow of your thumb on my lips And your lips on my neck. Standing side by side at the table With beer-flavoured mouths That we couldn't keep off each other Swaying in your arms to the rockabilly guitar You smell like the cologne my friend used to wear (I laid on his basement couch watching subtitled movies) Pressed against your body for hours Our sizzling chemical connection Exacerbated by music and alcohol, the first two ingredients we had in common I remember smiling looking at you And you saying that I'm "awesome" Someone later telling me we're a damn good looking couple

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Drip by sanpako, literature

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Drip

I watched the water pour down my hand and drip Off my middle finger. The little drop fell onto the toe of my muddy shoes. I know you said it, but it sounded like You were a million miles away, From right in front of me. Drip. You stepped into me, pushed my chin up and kissed me. Your mouth is wet with rainwater and something else. It tastes like salt. Like tears. Are you crying? I felt you shiver against me. You buried your face in my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around you. It's cold and my body slowly loses heat, Except where our warm, wet skin touches, And your breath hits my neck. I run my fingers into your sodden hair A

Up Until Now by sanpako, literature

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Up Until Now

I felt your hands run up my back Some kind of reversed waterfall The heater's on, my knees pressed hard against the wall Your lips are glued to mine And we both kiss with our eyes open. (I remember the first time we went out. You talked about seeing your best friend's mother die, and your decision to live life to the fullest after. I wanted to hug you or something, but I didn't know you well enough to be that intimate. Later, we made love against the wall. And it wasn't love at all.) There really is no afterglow with you And I don't mind, I'm not the girl who needs to cuddle Share a smoke and kiss me through a couple smiles Drive

Commemorative Plak by sanpako, literature

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Commemorative Plak

I lean against the wooden telephone pole. I didn't want to stop here; I didn't even want to walk by this place. I didn't notice where I was until I got here. And once I got here, it was impossible to escape the memories. Two tears fall from my cheeks to mark the spots where we stood. It was so long ago now, and I'm always surprised it still hurts. I still see you looking at me, doing that infuriating intense eye contact I thought you were angry, you thought I was irrational. I think we both were heartbroken. I remember walking from the pole to a cement divider in a parking lot. We sat down and I remember you holding my hand. And

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Life Is A River by sanpako, literature

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Life Is A River

Life is a River, Always Changing, Flowing, Moving Forward, And it will Never be the Same Again. Life is a River, It Cannot be Controlled, Protected, Or Contained, It Overflows its Boundaries. Life is a River, Making Crevasses Winding, Weaving Forward, Not Taking the Easy Way. Life is a River, Washing Away, Cleansing, Forgiving, But not Forgetting. Life is a River, Moving Through Obstacles, Running, On a Course, Eyes on its Goals. Life is a River.

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Untitled 1 by sanpako, literature

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Untitled 1

I was in love with you, 120 miles an hour. There was open road before us And all I wanted was to drive I'm your passenger You took me everywhere Just drive, cut through the moonlight The wind was in my hair The air cooled, And I had no sweater You gave me yours and I wore it Speeding through midnight We were lost And I never wanted to be found But someone found us She was more in control then me You drove off with her, sat in the back I placed my hands on the wheel But I couldn't turn the key I can't drive by myself Left on the open road Slowly, I gave the car gas And drove on 60 miles an hour The highway of life A

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St. Louis by BinhUlrik, literature

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St. Louis

My ship sinks into that Fucked up grey couch (Yes, the one we usually make out on It's imbedded with cat hair and Scratched up, but you never seem to notice And yes, my mind is in the gutter And, no, I will not return to the street, I like it down here) And I think about how pathetic it is That I'm reading the Communist Manifesto (4th time, HELL YES KARL MARX) And listening to Radiohead Non-stop 6 albums (Thom Yorke and I are emo kids together, don't ask) AND FUCK! You looked fucking amazing and shit If it were the middle ages (fuck yeah, it's not) You'd be considered royalty Mostly because you aren't Covered in shit But

orchid. by BinhUlrik, literature

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orchid.

adrenaline, inconviently mixed with other unknown hormones (i shall never study medicine) rushes thorugh my veins at the sight of you (you are a looker for the ages, a Renaissance piece, if i must say so myself) and i inhale (fear) exhale (terror) inhale (horror) exhale (goddamn, you're beautiful) yet i love the fear of a beautiful face it is stepping blind into a dark forest warm and wet, inviting and shattering my battered mind from last night's nasty weather let us explore the depths of everything if everything even happens to have depths the abyss we created seems never to end maybe we'll tailspin, crash, explode! ye

In my hair by SarahToneDeaf, literature

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In my hair

in my hair slowdown your kiss my love we're not in the movies tonight one kiss will do slowdown your tears my love even if they fall as rubies they'll break the glass your looking through cheat on me with your your boyfriend some songs never end as words forever change the truth is we pretend that the wounds will ever mend love it wont get strange. glitter in my hair fron your underwear shooting star crash in my bed we can blame the wine that graced our lips but seven sips have sooner said stayed in bed as you got dressed on sunday youll confess a sin of love and broken lore beautifully depressed my life is s

I was eighteen years old by junglechink, literature

Golden Scribble by sunquai, literature

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Golden Scribble

Sitting on the landing a golden scribble with the sun between his feet eyes glowing yellow and blue, cashmere with frosted glass and cloudy mornings darting glances bumping into each-other like dancing butterflies collecting whispers and flashing colours no one seems to see or hear reaching out to him, a life long ambition a plan made around a landscape of kitchen stools and condiments his mouth must feel like platinum velvet, sugar coated and cherry stained every hair on my body leans towards him as he walks past when he brushes against me an electric pulse clouds my eyes with euphoria and his image gets a lot brighter and god-like

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no really, i love capitalism by BinhUlrik, literature

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no really, i love capitalism

non veni, non vidi, non vici god's staring me straight in the face he kind of talks like a surfer and he says: "duuuude, why the long face? i already gave you the universe in a plastic bag" "no, god, that was weed i don't smoke weed" "don't let fear rot your miiiiind man" the universe is just too big for me i feel like sand or talking to crying dead men in the middle of the night headlights always seemed to put it all in perspective my natural state truly is blind unformed thoughts always love suicide with periods it's not my fault english is dead it's my fault i'm still alive elive adlive inlive

The Front Door is Closed by Alias101, literature

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The Front Door is Closed

There was a house here, once. Morning sunlight poured through the windows and glazed the carpet, the loving wear of footsteps trailing comfortable scars across the corridors. Happy photographs hung tilted from the walls, and smooth-leafed spider plants cascaded down the dining room dresser. At night, the grass would quiver in windy waves like a thousand guards, and the trees would gently stroke the brickwork, tenderly caressing a devoted lover. There was a room here, once. At dawn the alarm would ring, and two sleepy smiles would yawn at the warm glow behind the curtains. A sloping ceiling, thick carpet, and more photographs of more happy me

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Fairy Tales by sanpako, literature

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Fairy Tales

The martini glass in front of me is too shallow To drown myself in. A layer of red at the bottom, grenadine or Maybe blood spilled between me and you. I held you away, at arms length behind me, My emotions are loaded and cocked. You never once paid attention, Grabbing me off the dance floor and tipping me into your arms I'm parallel with the floor and surprised as hell. "You're fucking beautiful." I shot you in the face. The time you bought me coffee Six dollars at Starbucks with chocolate shavings. I poured packettes of sugar into our relationship And waited for things to cool off a little. They always get too cold. Half a

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Current Residence: Calgary, Alberta; Cranbrook, BC
Favourite genre of music: Punk, Metal, Emo, Screamo, Alt-Rock
Favourite photographer: Olaf Heine, Kelin Skurka (indyrome)
Favourite style of art: graffiti, comic, quasi-anime, surrealism
Operating System: Jones soda, licorice goodies and ice cubes
MP3 player of choice: Winamp
Shell of choice: Hershey's Magic
Favourite cartoon character: GIR, Capt Murphy, Fry, Nitz, Batman, Stewie
Personal Quote: Life is a tragedy for those who feel, and a comedy for those who think

Favourite Visual Artist

James Jean, John Allison, Dubelyoo

Favourite Movies

Zoolander,Empire Records,Donny Darko

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

NIN, Anatomy of a Ghost, The Deadlights, Atreyu, Sage Francis, dredg, funeral for a friend

Favourite Writers

RA Salvatore, P Anthony, T Goodkind, E Arlette

Favourite Games

FF7+9. Metal Gear Solid. Spyro.

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Playstation, Computer

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sanpako

May 27, 2006

miss you guys

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I really do.  deviantart fades and that sucks. seeing as how I'm around approx every 2 months or so, if anyone wants to give me a shout over msn or myspace, my handles are taco_chips@hotmail.com or myspace.coma_taq, respectively. I should be here a fair bit in the next little while as I try to update my poetry and page and catch up on your guy's stuff. weird note: almost all of my poetry starts out as a slightly better idea that I couldn't verbalize properly, so I tweak it a little until it flows better, but the idea becomes quite corrupted.  anyone else work like that? -chel*z

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sanpako

Jan 30, 2006

Just By Myself

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  I'll walk around  some ancient city,  write in my notebook,  and drink my tea.  Don't have to make love,  'cause love made me,  and I'll be happy  just by myself.  Hey-ay-ay-ay-ay.  I'll make my supper  'bout ten oclock,  and watch the moon rise  above my block,  and go to bed  in just my socks,  and I'll be happy  just by myself.  Hey-ay-ay-ay-ay.  And I'll go fishin'--  get with the flow.  I know a river  in Idaho.  I'll catch a big trout  and let him go,  and I'll be happy  just by myself.  Hey-ay-ay-ay-ay.  Love never made a--  a fool of me.  I always was one  as you could see.

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sanpako

Dec 5, 2005

the kind of moment people write poems about.

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we were the center of a cyclone, a swirling crowd, in the middle of a pedestrian street. you grabbed my hand and spun me around. the kind of moment people write poems about, past dusk, surrounded by lighted trees, across from my favorite vietnamese place, I looked into your perfect face, framed by your messy hair. your mouth moved and words fell out. you pulled me to your chest and we collided. like an asteroid to earth, I was practically destroyed. snow fell on our embrace, and I never felt so warm.

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junglechink

Jul 11, 2010

Oh, I was lost. But I ended up here. What a pleasant surprise.

junglechink

Mar 8, 2007

sometimes, you haunt me while I dream.

Tamuril-Marie

Jul 18, 2006

Just wanted to let you know that I added you into my journal, Poets On Deviantart, the link is in my sig if you'd like to visit.

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Feb 28, 2006

my alternate account has a crush on your alternate account.

Shuki

Feb 3, 2006

YOU HAVE BEEN HUGGED

1- You can hug the person who hugged you!so HUG ME <3
2- You can't hug the person more than 2 times
3- You -MUST- hug at least 6 other people
4- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon... don't be scared of public displays of affection
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!

Spamuel

Oct 30, 2005

" i shot the albatross " is a fookin great name!

somewhatquestionable

Jun 3, 2006

They're delicious. They taste like hate.