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Saturday, March 18, 2006. From the 3 line thing we did in class. Creation as we know it. Even the lavish lilacs. Of the norther city. We may find it hard. To set logic and reason aside. Words are the cells. He was best loved. But with a word-a-day philosophy. The seasons colored grey. Is all so dim. It is a dynamic. Both tough and bold. But we carry on. Posted by Alysson at 5:28:00 PM. This is very very interesting, I think. It reads almost like an elegy. Are you going to work on it more?

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Sunday, March 26, 2006. To the fate which surrounds for him. With now tarnished shin. Followed by unconquerable death. Senseless act of stupidity. Leading to one final faint breath. To be never brought back. Whom had grown to be my brother. Into dismal black desert. An adversary of no crime. A now never ending remembrance. Posted by Alysson at 4:47:00 PM. Here's the weird thing: I read the. First line of the third stanza as. Take from brothers." And then . . . "brothers" appears. Very emotional, I like it.

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Alysson: February 2006

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Sunday, February 12, 2006. A single white rose left to lie. A broken heart, is heard to cry. A symbol of pure love, a rose of pure white. Forbidden hopes, and dreams that felt so right. An autumn breeze carries life away,. Never again to be seen by the light of day. A soul is leaving full of pain,. Fantasies bound and slowly slain. Painful tears filled with fear,. Drowning pure love, inside turns clear. A single white rose, left to die. Only to be forgotten, that love was inside. Ladies have plae skin,.

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Saturday, April 22, 2006. My heart is heavy. The flood gates are bound. Causing chaos in my head. The only warmth i had. Dead air on the other end. I grew upset and you fled. Like a murderer abandoning. The scene of the crime. Teetering on the edge. Has formed into plummeting down. It's a never ending cycle. Just one g i a n t circle. The ticking of the clock. Has become louder echoing. A reminder of how quickly. Our time is cut short. Yet you cut me short. When will we learn. As a whole how precious.

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Alysson

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Saturday, March 18, 2006. Cynthia and I wrote this out of our poems that we had to write in class with the last word of each line of the previous poems written. It changes city color. Two classes we have overcome. This one was the same thing but with the newspaper picture. Sunset falling on the city line. Colors change to dark shadows. A hidden face stands alone. Posted by Alysson at 5:33:00 PM. Potsdam, New York, United States. View my complete profile. Jessica St. Hilaire. Arron M. Gascon.

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Sunday, April 02, 2006. The crunching of the snow. Posted by Alysson at 5:04:00 PM. I think this is very lyrical. i enjoyed the imagery. I'm wondering how the workshop affected you on this one; I think it has a lot of strength and potential. Potsdam, New York, United States. View my complete profile. Jessica St. Hilaire. Arron M. Gascon. Down Ive lost myself again Barely visible Throu. Dismal Fallen victim To the fate which surrounds. Waste Countless hours spent Heeding to your eve.

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Sunday, February 12, 2006. A single white rose left to lie. A broken heart, is heard to cry. A symbol of pure love, a rose of pure white. Forbidden hopes, and dreams that felt so right. An autumn breeze carries life away,. Never again to be seen by the light of day. A soul is leaving full of pain,. Fantasies bound and slowly slain. Painful tears filled with fear,. Drowning pure love, inside turns clear. A single white rose, left to die. Only to be forgotten, that love was inside. I also thought that you ...

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Alysson: January 2006

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Friday, January 27, 2006. Posted by Alysson at 1:20:00 PM. Potsdam, New York, United States. View my complete profile. Jessica St. Hilaire. Arron M. Gascon. Becoming, The Underground Journal. I found this poem online by an E.E. Cummings if y. My heart is heavy The flood gates are bound To fal. Wonderland Although My feet Were Bitterly cold . Down Ive lost myself again Barely visible Throu. Dismal Fallen victim To the fate which surrounds. Waste Countless hours spent Heeding to your eve.

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Saturday, March 04, 2006. Something I wrote that is still VERY much in rough draft phase. She writes her letters. She hopes to recieve. The love she has sent. For this is what she needs. She sits in her room. Her phone retains its quiet. She thinks of their time. Far away from her. Wondering what has been. Done with the time. The weight is lifted. As she begins to cry. He runs to hold her. And speak of reason. But all that matters. Is that shadows are witnessed. And cast away for what is real. So I am go...