Me&Cait&The Desecrating of the Last Few Months

I can offically say this applies to both Cait and I. A collaberation of thoughts after we shredded it.

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Old,
painful,
shredded memories & thoughts
all locked in a blue sparkly makeup box.
nothing is black and white
i am no longer my own age
i've left it behind and now
I'm wandering the streets trying to find myself
in this dark rainy cul de sac
a few feet away from my
cold unwelcoming home.

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Partly Cait, partly me. Originally just two disconnected sentances that we mashed together and made a semi-poem, one line that by chance was pulled out of a pile of ripped and torn paper. Maybe we'll be write one after we burn it. Actually, we should recite this poem while we burn it.

Lots of love,
~~Lime <3

Nonwriting

I've been doing some awful nonwriting. The feeling of the poem is fully formed in my head- I can't make it into sensical words no matter how hard I try.

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If thou could'st empty all thyself of self,
Like to a shell dishabited,
Then might He find thee on the ocean shelf,
And say, "This is not dead,"
And fill thee with Himself instead.

But thou are all replete with very thou
And hast such shrewd activity,
That when He comes He says, "This is enow
Unto itself - 'twere better let it be,
It is so small and full, there is no room for me."

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I love this poem. I just thought I would share it... it was writen in the sixteenth century by Sir Thomas Browne. You have to read it a few times to fully grasp the meaning... but it's beautiful and makes you think nonetheless.

Have a wonderful Christmas, if I can fix my writers block and write something that isn't nonwriting, I'll post it. Until then, loves, adeiu.

~~Lime <3

Rememberance Day

A poem about Remembrance day. I really like it. Written by Jasmin Khangura. It really makes you think, a lot. Enjoy! =)

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the colour of green and dirt covering fearless faces
knowing that family and friends are in different places
behind this fearless face is someone just like you
who loved what he does, and everyone knew
as he sits in the grass, waiting
waiting for the right moment to come, and its coming
bang, he looks to his left and sees his only friend
he watches him die, and thinks, thats the end
anger fills inside of him, he has nothing left
nothing, but to fight and do it with all his best
running forward with pure madness
shooting his gun, filled with bliss
thinking to himself every shot a make
is for someone that i cant take
everyone back home is counting on me
so freedom is all they can see
someone sees this mad man's rage
and fires at him not knowing, he made a cage
soon after the war was over, freedom was found
freedom coming from those in the ground
every year, for at least one day
we say, lest we forget, and that should stay

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-A rememberance Day poem by Jasmin Khangura.

I know that Rememberance Day is kind of over, but I thought that it was an awesome poem and that you guys should all read it regardless of the time of year. Thousands of people dying for our freedom is something that we should remember every day. I know I try to.

Okay, well, that's it for the update. Later. xD

~~Lime <3

P.S. I saw Yes No Maybe So... twas truly awesome and I know y'all will agreee. Although I actually liked Daughters of Edward D Boit just as well. Wasn't as funny, but it really made you think. Everyone who's going tonight, HAVE FUN! Hope you love it. Know you will. =D