I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
Clouds pass and disperse.
Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?
Is it for such I agitate my heart?
-Sylvia Plath
"Elm"
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
Clouds pass and disperse.
Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?
Is it for such I agitate my heart?
-Sylvia Plath
"Elm"
- Member since December 21, 2005.
- I am a woman from Missouri (United States)
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marcusmoore : hey CP on July 31, 2009long time no see/read LoL It's nice to see ya on here and back to SP...Just wanted to say hello and I hope that you'll be hanging out here for a while, there aren't really all that many people that are still here from when you were here, there's a lot of newer people and hard to remember all the new names. Just thought I'd stop and say hi to somebody I recognize before I left long long ago. Hope to hear from ya again sometime soon

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Truthful Sinner on March 18, 2009hello, how is it going?
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Brian Balzer : What?! on March 14, 2009No Guest Book entrys?! No Way! I get to be your first!
Woo Hoo! Hi Pie! Long time no talk too. Holler at me sometime. I know how to use my live messanger now. 
Brian
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on Hanging Blood by celestialpie, on April 19, 2009Thanks, Dave. I agree, it is a cliche. On the other hand, what else are we going to do with suffering? Lord knows, there will always be plenty of it.
Lauren

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