orgami's Diaryland Diary

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oceanic minus airz

the creeks sing still open
their mouths not frozen by the
bleak bitter hold that
Sweet december muzzles them

crashed and slept two days in
a row..their voices at the door
rousing the dead...lost to dreams
no longer fighting the sickness
of thoughts swirling like a storm
hunkered down and waiting it out...

half here and half still there..
i am always a ghost
hungry.....longing

so i prowlwaitinbg missions
in reality...looking for the beauties
that comprehend my missing status
sweet angels in coffee houses
in mall halls mid stride in passing

waiting for nights..wound with the
falling passion of winter filling all
the footsteps from oblivion...

12:14 p.m. - 2013-12-05

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