In other words, see it if you haven't. I am dissapointed that it didn't get a nomination for Best Picture this year. Billy Crudup also deserved a nod for Best Actor.


JimJIMJim
Descent to ashes; your distant dust eyes call it out.
As you probe through laid-out morsels, I try to catch something shining off your glasses. Some shred of Korea or some scar in your glance that would seethe hatred at the facts.
But there is nothing in your gaze but the peanuts in your hand.
What is it? To grasp life’s last sands as they worm through your fingers?
But you don’t seem to grasp at all: you are content to have them, and will never think of their eventual flight from your bones and flesh and lung


Lovesick and PressurizedLOVESICK AND PRESSURIZEDLovesick and Pressurized
Passing beneath the austere, menacing arc, trying to conceal the gun I don’t have-
(Unattended bags can be confiscated and destroyed.)
Ambling into the winged windpipe, gazing into the gray wash that is business class-
(Secure your own mask before assisting others.)
I wait for you, with the certainty of an auto-pilot. I search for a cloud with your smile at ten thousand feet. Because you are freedom from upright locked positions and you are liberation from an engine’s frustrated hum.
You are home- &


GatecrasherGATECRASHERGatecrasher
As the emerald hills of flower-fringed Eden come rising forth, drawing me out of exile and into their warm, velvet fields of clover I begin to accelerate, worried that perhaps the vision will falter with time
And as my foot begins, with frightening ease, to force miles per hour behind the sightline and as the old scenery blurs and scrolls away I can feel wind-whipped eyes begin to pour out brake fluid tears
In the anticipated impact, I don’t brace myself I only hope for airbags and a sure safety belt and with that the final yards of
California Uncle

Polished WorthBrusque eyebrows gesticulate disaffection shrugged from a deadpan demeanour,Polished Worth
bristling with iron-filing stubble.
Belated cheap aftershave smells defeat loitering smoke-like, bitter inhalations
for poorly timed passers by.
Shabbily suited, shoes scuffed, giving the impression he’d been dragged unconscious into place. At his post to cast a disparaging eye over the public. And yet, amid this flotsam and jetsam of a man, one thing demands respect.
Pinned to a creased lapel, it gleams under the fluorescents, reflecting self-importance like a ligh


Clean UpPoisoning my veins, killing my insides Legality is irrelevant Peer pressure, none Why then? Fun...Clean Up
Because the truth is hard to take. I'm shy. Quiet. Reserved. The feeling of being lost Is something I'd wish to keep in the past
And this whole time I was lying to myself The courage I lack is something I must create
There's a woman out there I love And there's no better way to prove my love Than by completing my true self with my own hands
Hope you're still writing, even if you're not on dA!
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TAG UR IT! THIS IS A SEXYY TRAIN IF U RECIEVE THIS IT MEANS
UR FREAKIN SEXY.... IF U GET THIS BACK UR EVEN
SEXIERR...SEND THIS TO 10 PEOPLE....IF U BREAK THIS CHAIN U
WILL HAVE BAD SEX FOR THE NEXT 30 YEARS.....GOODLUCK
I wrote it while listening to a lecture on the style of tragedy in art (an Aristotlean approach), it's based on feelings I had for a woman that no longer talks to me.
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Your Princess is in another castle!
-Toadstool
What's the best way to say thank you to a comment? Return the favor.
beware !!!
Thank you for your wonderful comments on LOSING ME. You always take the time to write insightful thoughts about my work!!
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mari
A man's home is his castle.....let him clean it........anon
Thanks Jack!
And a happy V day to you!
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mari
A man's home is his castle.....let him clean it........anon
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