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Sunday, January 29, 2006
hello.
im so tamad to blog lately.
here, i leave you with a poem i made while listening to my uber boring crap english teacher.
"Ballerina"
and when green leaves turn brown
from your scream,
as the rider mounts his horse,
ripping through the thick air.
the heavy breath, of mane and tail,
whipping and lashing.
as darkness covers the little gray
left at night, from your scream,
your wail.
and when, unmounting the horse,
the rider strides to that
scream, that wail.
finding a ballerina in grace,
steady motions, tripping here
and there.
ballerina, admist an orchestrated
symphony, with one and none,
a rider, the rider.
then the ballerina screams,
then the ballerina wails.
then the ballerina screams again.
then the ballerina wails again.
then the ballerina graces the almost bear audience,
the one and none, a rider, the rider.
the heavy breath of mane and tail,
whipping, lashing.
"there is a wall that ruuuns right through me"- kreuzberg, bloc party
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