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Monday, September 14, 2009

Defiance

This one was written in 11th grade when I was 17 and driving my car out to the park. It was a particularly beautiful day, and the breeze was driving me nuts. :3

Wind whipping
Through my untamed hair
Defying law
As well as science
My knuckles are white
Gripping the steering wheel
Testing the limits of Indigo
You sit beside me
Hand on my thigh
Adrenaline pulsing
Between you and I
The air tickles my neck
Sending shivers
Throughout my body
A new thrill
Pulses through
Eyes so determined
To reach the unknown
To ravish you
And bind our souls

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Art may be dead, but I'm still an artist.

Art may be dead, but I'm still an artist.