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Ode to Snoring Ode to SnoringOde to Snoring by ~giaccobbe-glessius
The nose is a trumpet,
The mouth a Euphonium,
Ringing in the triumphant symphony on sub-conscious
The conductor dreams,
How loud and boisterous you are
You reflect the precious element that gives us life,
They call rude, but unintentionally
Some can be so asleep!
It is said, in sleep we are most alert,
Perhaps you are some divine poetry
(Which not even Rumi in his wisdom could understand)
perhaps you are our pain of the waking world
or maybe our cries for our wildest dreams to come true.
Whatever you are, wherever your from,
You're essential to those precious hours,
And while I complain of you and your
Summer Camp at Wintertime I wonder what summer camp looks like in the winterSummer Camp at Wintertime by ~giaccobbe-glessius
the swings clothed in icicles,
the pond frozen over,
the campfire pits devoid of warmth.
I imagine the cabins
their secrets frozen fast to the wall,
the matresses colder than clay,
the windows kissed by the frost.
I imagine the trail
the squirrels their only wanderer,
the trees stripped bare of all their livelyhood,
the path barely recognizeable.
How it longs for the summer
a gentle time when breezes blow
when life returns
when fires burn,
when grills cook,
when sunsets paint,
but all it finds are tears.
Crimson Winds The innocent day yields pensive nightCrimson Winds by ~giaccobbe-glessius
I sit and wait,
the time is coming slowly faster
the clock unlocked by the key of time,
Conscience has been
The concrete, cold and unforgiving,
I lay upon it,
the task ahead is slowly announced,
by a setting sun above the western sky,
forboding as the time may seem, it is that hour,
Expection is seeping in the dense summer air,
my expectation has been accomplished,
A crimson wind blows over me,
and it has blown through my heart,
it is time to face the darkness,
And never forget those preciously dispised crimson winds
Christmas Ornaments I look across my Christmas tree,Christmas Ornaments by ~giaccobbe-glessius
I trim it with a lifetime,
So much to look back on
Much more to see ahead
Each has its own story,
feeling,
emotion,
and appearence.
as I peer at them I remember:
2007
I am sixteen
I got this only a year ago,
it is only a small ball with a date,
a gift given by my aunt,
"Thought you'd apriciate it" she said
I tossed it aside with the other gifts
Another one
A glass beer mug,
bought by a friend,
hailing from Germany, it's a gorgeous gold
She remembered me when she bought it
and it gives me happiness
to think of her thoughts of me
2004
I am thirteen
Bush defeats Kerry for re-elec
Sta.sh
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"Gave that bitch a manatee. Bitches love manatees." -The Boogieman
"Lemme tell ye th' story 'bout th' man wiff Uncle Ben's rice in his jizz."
"Uh, don't you mean jazz?"
"No, I mean pearl jam." -2D and Russel hijack XFM
BAREFOOT ON THE MOON
--
... And then I threw up.
--
"EXPLOSIVES?! What the frig do vampires need with explosives?! What am I, part of a friggin' vampire terrorist cell? Oh my God, I hope I'm part of a friggin' vampire terrorist cell. That would be so cool."
--
"Gave that bitch a manatee. Bitches love manatees." -The Boogieman
"Lemme tell ye th' story 'bout th' man wiff Uncle Ben's rice in his jizz."
"Uh, don't you mean jazz?"
"No, I mean pearl jam." -2D and Russel hijack XFM
BAREFOOT ON THE MOON
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"The face forgives the mirror, The world forgives the plow...
the question begs the answer, will you forgive me so now...?"
-Tom Waits, All the World is Green (<3)
~MR
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"The face forgives the mirror, The world forgives the plow...
the question begs the answer, will you forgive me so now...?"
-Tom Waits, All the World is Green (<3)
~MR