I can't believe it.
I haven't logged on to my Xanga or NuTang in so long.

I came back right now to my secret garden, because I found an online page where they have refrigerator magnet words to put in to poetry. The chat window isn't big enough for me to publish my whole...piece of writing, so I wanted to document it here.


I whispered cruel, empty, winter decorated sounds to you.
A song.
I sit; thinking, wondering, questioning, tossing, raging.
Snow storming my mind.

We're touching as an icicle melts glitter on my face.
Night is dawning,
Sun is setting,
I fly high while you fall low in your drunken state.

I whispered again; voice louder,
Less gentle.

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