Tag: writing
member name: Jason Hillenburg
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December 24, 2009 12:49 AM EST --
*A depiction of a man falling apart. Older.
Something breaks inside
And you’re off.
You always start with some money,
A fifth maybe,
And the whole grim adventure . . .
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December 22, 2009 03:13 PM EST --
Well, interesting to me, at least. :)
"Memory is the great criterion of art."
- Charles Baudelaire
"I don't think the human mind can comprehend the past and future. They are both just illusions . . .
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December 24, 2009 12:27 AM EST --
When the demon is at your door And nothing is left. When you salve the lust for war With a thirst for theft.
For a taste I will do as you ask, For your safe harbor I will swim. The murky drama of this . . .
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December 23, 2009 02:22 AM EST --
For you, I now pronounce a prayer Of peace, power, and protection I command to find you anywhere To confirm our lasting connection.
A petition for your relations, A shield to protect your home. A psalm . . .
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December 29, 2008 12:05 PM EST --
As the title states, this is a rough first draft that hasn't even been proofread. It hasn't been edited in any fashion. However, I feel that it is important for me to get whatever constructive . . .
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June 11, 2009 09:59 PM EDT --
Marty loved his rock and roll. It was a visceral part of his DNA; his father, Marty Sr., was a local guitar player of minor repute. His mother, Beverly, was a blue-collar girl from nearby Spencer who . . .
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May 08, 2009 12:59 PM EDT --
If I were the moon, I would be cruel
And flatten men with my milky fist
Until they can come to concede
The reason I exist.
I would breathe to fill cradles of beauty
That imbue our days with meaning. . . .
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December 09, 2009 03:00 AM EST --
First, you must find a circus of language That can properly present the sea And compel cyclones of color To emerge from the tidal swirl. It takes lucid magic to harness a storm.
You cannot rely on native . . .
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December 29, 2008 12:28 PM EST --
The hounds were snapping at his heels.
They were vicious, . . .
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December 29, 2008 12:30 PM EST --
"Oh man!" Johnny exclaimed. He fearlessly plunged his hands into the dense tangle of briars in an effort to pull . . .
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December 03, 2008 01:29 AM EST --
For Shannon Cowden
What it was exactly that drove you
I really don't understand.
Your anger
And general distaste for the world
Knew no appreciable boundary
And overwhelmed everyone you met. . . .
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May 15, 2009 07:21 PM EDT --
I should have left you where I found you
Floundering in a venereal mire.
The distortions that surround you
Are all that you require
To drift against the dissident names
That have come to reflect . . .
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May 25, 2009 12:48 AM EDT --
I have staggered through Desire and despair for years With such infantile intent It is a wonder I have not died. I followed a ruined, ethanol sun That left a muggy mark On my days. I fixed the pulse of . . .
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May 25, 2009 08:36 PM EDT --
I discovered dialects of despair In the language of man Who stumbled loosely By the fires of hobo campsites. Those voices taught me that Failure is relative. The everyday failures Of their lives Were . . .
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May 30, 2009 12:00 AM EDT --
I have been groping towards grace. Anguish has dogged my pursuit But I cannot rest.
I must command the space. By my hand I will uproot My gnawing distress.
There are roads in the hearts of men. There . . .
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June 18, 2009 01:51 AM EDT --
I cannot speak for much. The range of my experience is narrow And what I have known and seen Has often been foolish And motivated by despair. I have tried, God knows I have tried, To connect and elevate . . .
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June 21, 2009 10:43 AM EDT --
Why must my friends fall like this, What force drives this disease? Why must they prefer and persist To accept death with such ease?
Who determines the order And governs their sad decline? What survives . . .
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June 29, 2009 11:27 PM EDT --
What decietful hand do you detect Commanding your affairs? What exacting insurgency conspires To work you over from within And emboldens ancient terrors To silence your vision of life?
What counterfeit . . .
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July 03, 2009 11:50 AM EDT --
You walk through the door, All riddles behind you. With stars in your palm And music that blinds you. Gospel in your eyes, Prophecy in tow. Mystery follows you Wherever you go.
You smash the window . . .
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July 10, 2009 10:49 AM EDT --
What she came for, I cannot surmise. She disdained every definition. She shattered my blue, pleading eyes With her overheated opposition.
Though she knew the sting of sorrow And the brash, addictive . . .
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