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Name: ashley may
State: Oklahoma
Metro: Shawnee
Gender: Female
Interests: truth, peace, beauty, coffee, wind, smells, leaves
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/26/2006
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| today i was walking out of the library, in a bit of haze from trying to study and being molested by fears of future and thoughts of settling just like the dust on those mostly old, unfortunately unused books. the blur from my poor eyes coupled with confusion and a windy oklahoma evening caught sight of the most hauntingly beautiful bradford pear tree. i know they smell like rotten fish, but that tree, oh my that tree. i would smell rotten fish every day for the rest of my life to feel as much as i did watching the ghosts of white buds dance in the dark-cloud sky.
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| i'm planning on four but will probably only get three. i'm missing you, and it's starting to show. but hey whose counting, right? i mean after all, my mothers wrote domestic poetry. maybe i'll struggle against becoming the stereotype. maybe. but i will adorn the fools cap until it comes time for me to take that underlying current right back into the hospital room which birthed me. there are democrats in the house and maybe, maybe, they'll understand that an anarchist love is free love, and all i've ever wanted to do is fling the monotony behind, turn from my want and nonchalant, i'll crowd the nocturnal halls. | | |
| When I was in elementary school, I always had a hard time capitalizing things in computer class because I didn't know you could hold down the shift key while you typed the letter. Sometimes it took me 30 tries just to type my name because I couldn't ever hit the shift key and the letter key simultaneously. | | |
| i'm not writing
the paper that i've been putting off for three weeks now. It
never stops, this constant flow of papers and tests and not getting to
try and figure out what you just said in spanish and not getting to
hold your hand and not getting to see you finish living the life i
began and not getting to hear the beautiful melodies you've been
writing. life is full of best friends, lovely sisters, falling
leaves, beautiful books, orange-yellow half moons set low in the sky,
and and that mole on your back just above your left hip; but as
always i have little more than time to wet my taste because i've
overbooked every tomorrow until my 91st birthday. no
amount of coffee, no amount of crying, no amount of whiskey, no amount
of wine. no nothing else will do...i've got to have you. | | |
| why do i always want it to rain these days? | | |
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