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Þórunn Arnaldsd&oac

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Sunday's CatSunday's cat is quiet, staring at the cemetery
watching summer dying.
Soft paws break the autumn leaves,
her tail breaks the cold sunlight
and it's October.Sunday's Cat by ~TotaArn

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MarionetteTug at the strings
of her heart

One by one let them dance
in her chest

To the rhythm of strangers
who won't let her rest

Tug at the strings
of her heartMarionette by ~TotaArn

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BlurBlurry is how I see you now
behind a veil of fading memories
and rainy weather.

How easily promises are abandoned,
sweet whispers no longer words,
but reminders of lost want.

An expired guarantee
of us.

Blurry is how I see you now,
as I trace our footsteps down that one street,
lean on those doors,
stand still for a minute
and remember. Blur by ~TotaArn

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InsideHow quickly promises are abandoned
sweet whispers so certain

then.

Now blurry memories
of a reality that almost was.

Your words so repeated they're
meaningless,
sweet nothings of never after
in my ear.

Number eight always the best
and the worst.Inside by ~TotaArn

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instead, instead, insteadi can't remember the last time i saw you.

instead, i trace your name
along my arm:
goosebumps like braille, raw
fingertips and
the soft side of my wrist
you've never touched.
i know me better than i know you
and i don't know me at all.

-

i can't remember the last time i spoke to you.

instead, i erased your number
from my phone:
i'll miss your static, my poor
reception and
pretending to have nothing to say.
you never guessed that i was penning novels
beneath my tongue.

-

what i do remember is
the last time i was whole:

my hand and yours
criss-crossed, entwined.
now i'm left with splintered palms and

ghosts binstead, instead, instead by ~moondrums

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comatose. i never told you:
i hated the way you smelled
like winter, like
fog or listerine or
something long forgotten.

i guess i miss you the way
i miss brooklyn,
all thirsty for a song
i've never heard, pining for
a place i've never been.
homesick.

--

i never told you:
i keep your old promises all tucked up inside,
like bruises sleeping fallow
along my hipbones.
i promise i'll love you always, i promise
i'll fix the coffee machine tomorrow,
and if you let me,
i'll fix you –

well, you never were a fixer.
what you are is tired, and you never understood
why this fucked-up little town
unmade its bed, swallowed ancomatose. by ~moondrums

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november, againsometimes, i wonder
what life would be like
if i had never taught
my little sister how to
tie her shoes, or
if my eyes weren't brown.

maybe i would be
someone else:
the anti-me.
something, anything
better.

this is when i'm a house of cards -
52 bones, shivering.
one blow and i'm on the ground:

like,

realizing too late that the tulips
i planted last september
won't ever grow,
or realizing too soon that i have never
been in love.november, again by ~moondrums

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hurricane eloise.Eloise's parents named her after a hurricane that destroyed their house in 1975.

She, however, had never destroyed anything (a friendship, a home, a heart) beyond the crystal vase she had dropped when her cousin jumped from behind the table and spooked her when she was twelve. This made her feel uncomfortable - as if she was a peasant wearing Cinderella's shoe or a woman squeezing into a girl's sweater. She once tried to tell her parents this, how her name was like a false second skin stretched too tight, but couldn't find the words and ended up sighing instead.

When she told them never mind, they smiled briefly before returning to the war-hurricane eloise. by =corina90

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Þórunn Arnaldsd&oac

Iceland

Just gettin' by, one word at a time

Current Residence: Ice Country
Favourite genre of music: Country
Favourite cartoon character: Little My
Personal Quote: Be on your own

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by ~TotaArn, Jun 4, 2012, 4:23:21 PM
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I just need to write this down: What I miss from home, in no particular order

The food
The coffee
My people
Driving a car, seriously, need this
Walking everywhere
Knowing everything
Salem Lights
Lil bro
Sitting in the kitchen at my parents house late in the evening, just listening to the washing machine, talking about life, calm
The wind howling
Swimming
Partying
Driving around with my babes
Hugs
Hysterical laughter
My grannies
Icelandic
Hot yoga
The country side
Camping

And so much more

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