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the lwwdI used to take long walks with Destiny. Those long late-night walks when it was just starting to get cool outside and the moon could be seen hiding behind thin layers of clouds. I liked taking those walks. Listening to the rustle of the leaves on the empty streets while the wind warms the body. It was nights like that I loved. But Destiny was always changing. Evolving into something different each time I saw him. Sometimes his eyes were blue, sometimes they were brown or green. These little things told me he was trying something new. The little changes are the ones that told me his mood. While the big ones caused catastrophes.

Last night Des

I forgot your name
the day after you left me-
and that was because I never knew it from the start.

No,
I didn't notice how your black bangs
fell over your blue eyes,
or how when you smiled you looked younger.
Never noticed the way your laugh sounded
or how your lips tastedfelt
on my neckthighs.
Didn't catch the way you inhaled slower
after putting out a cigarette
or listen to your heart when I rested
my head
on your chest.

You promised it would be fun.

Maybe I don't remember the story you told me
about how love is worth the fight
as long as the fight is for love.

Don't remember how you touched my face
and then moved in
s

another poem for the masses

I sometimes dance alone in my room,
screaming to the lyrics being fed through my speakers
pretending he can see me
through the light layer of dirt covering my window,
and I pray to whatever god there is that he secretly
does the same.

But the devil knows he doesn't.

I don't come here often
since that last moment he was here.

Well, sometimes.
But it's only because of the way he made me smaller
before he touched my hips.

Your therapy is a mind fuck without GHB
[that I forgot to put in the vodka this morning]
That was the only way to go-
drunk or high or dead bodied
walking against brick walls until you hit a corner,
ragged and

god's poker faceI'm so sick of it here. The same smell is making me gag and everytime I fall asleep, I don't want to wake back up.

Every night I would have a conversation with God. He would come over, quarter past seven, and crawl through my window. Then we would sit down on these cheap aluminum chairs around this old wooden table. He would pull out a stack of cards and shuffle them, over and over again. We would discuss anything, over a game of cards and a drink. And after a drink or two you could get him to talk about anything. One night he told me about how he would sit around and watch the people on earth have sex. "You're like porn," he said, "a

carpets and ceilings

Here we are again
making body prints in carpet lint
and designing pictures in the dried paint
of ceilings.

You remind me of a time
when the weather was warmer
and the leaves weren't so auburn-
and when I danced
in front of my most trusted mirror,
telling myself I looked beautiful.

I looked beautiful.

Your laugh lines vanished
beneath Cover Girl powder
as I pulled my cheek off yours.
Just tell me once more
how good it feels
while I pretend you're saying,
"I love you."

just in not timeI was caught between the letters
double you and why,
while whispering
lies through a static playing microphone.
You said you could hear me

clearly.

The speakers cracked
with the weight of it all
as you smiled with your eyes closed
just like you knew I was watching.

I muttered that was close enough.
You whispered something like no.
iknow

We were discussing your box fan's blades
-the sun rose an hour ago-
because Texas
never stopped dancing
at least until after
dawn.

a dime short of a dollar

It fell on a quarter past ten
one time too many
when she whispered to the stars,
"I love the moon more."

And it was here
(behind her father's locked backyard shed
or perhaps
back in the woods at your favorite park bench or
withthewronggirl,
withthewronggirl)
you first felt the touch,
heart, and soul
of another almost like you.

She set this scene before
a time or three you knew of,
then some you forgot to write down-

and all you wanted was a dance...

around the bargains and auctions
to the pressing palms on cheeks,
and hips,
and lips
until forever ended like she said it would.

You forget, darling,
how a pretending baller

3 ps.

Her mother always told her
that love thrived off the three p's.

"You must be pretty,
positive,
and perfect. Or not man
will ever love you."

All she could think was
she was pretty positive
she wasn't perfect.

.

games.

I'm running through Life in Transformer form;
going to war with X-Men.
One with a warrent out for their arrest
'cause they forgot to check the age
on the pink Power Ranger
who was wasted and high at the supervillan party;
she would have stopped if the drinks weren't free.

This is how I play.

I'm Connecting Four with make believe bullets
flying from dinosaur's mouths into the head
of my most endangered TY Beanie Baby collectible
while Mickey and Minnie sit
at the abortion clinic waiting and waiting
for malpractice Clark Kent.
He promises everything will be fine.

I'm crashing Clues to the million dollar murder
at 13 Dead End

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model: myself

sometimes i take pictures of myself.

*hiaamir Nov 1, 2011

also glad to add u in my devwatch list

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*hiaamir Nov 1, 2011

hey, you are gorgeous... one of most beautiful girl from the world

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*Hieronimus-art Mar 28, 2011 Professional Photographer

nice one

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~shreee Mar 31, 2010

HOT

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$fourteenthstar Mar 31, 2010

Gorgeous shot!

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*interzonepolice Mar 29, 2010 Professional General Artist

sweet dress. looks good on you.

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`newklear Mar 28, 2010

And sometimes it turns out freaking electric. No, really, it's one of the better portraits I've seen in quite a while... and the model sure as hell doesn't detract from it either if I'm honest...

You're pretty close to having this shot perfected for my money. 'bout all I'd do is shimmy you right about 1/15 the frame (very minor, just to add a smidge more weight to the right hand side - right now it topples to the left a little) and use a sharper aperture to give better separation of you and the background. Nothing major, and certainly nothing that ruins the shot.

I want to see more. Seriously. It's clear you've got a talent for both sides of the lens, so don't hide that away from us.

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