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[2004-05-16 18:40:53 +0000 UTC]
"Coyote"
(United States)
# Statistics
Favourites: 2367; Deviations: 966; Watchers: 333
Watching: 433; Pageviews: 61533; Comments Made: 20412; Friends: 433
# Interests
Favorite visual artist: youFavorite writers: you
Other Interests: sunshine. breathing. sophie
# About me
Need to contact me? Feel free to drop me a note!Or send an email: I.am.Coyote.KH@gmail.com
I am also open to new FB friends, so don't be shy.
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# Comments
Comments: 1425
Happy Birthday, Kate! I hope you have a truly wonderful day
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Dear Kate, I wish you a beautiful day and much health.
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The Currency of Truth by Nick Makoha
Listen to the voice not the words,
the currency of truth,
it's the only thing you can take with you.
Smiles are in your architecture.
I'm scared of the fear of becoming important.
You might find out I am a fake.
Like when I changed my name as years change the days,
to give myself a sense of history.
Maybe I could be joined to you by love, our child, my actions, by words?
You told me you could not be found in my poems,
so I carve myself out of this page.
I don't believe in god but you show me holes in your hands.
I will build you a window on the 13th floor,
paint myself on the inner wall of your right lung,
I would saw myself in two, to hold these words to your ear.
This love could be a painted dream;
I could be there for you,
but find it hard to be there for myself.
Doing it yourself fits badly together,
but I'll learn to use my hands
to build a world for us that is more than wallpaper.
The first time we held hands you slept in this bed,
I slept beside you, eyes closed, body awake.
Took a year for us to make love, too busy being friends.
Other guys watch you when you talk;
what's funny is you think I am beautiful.
You look good even when you're angry,
late at night 2 o'clock in the morning,
when your venom is the only sound in my ear,
the silhouette of your back resting on my shoulders.
It's the first time I realized you could die.
But what if I die, will you be okay?
All that's important in this world:
I love you; have the pictures to prove it.
Pictures are my house of love -
I want our child to have these kinds of pictures.
An eight-by-ten picture sits on my TV
taken in photo booth, your eyes swollen from crying,
smile warm Β from loving, head resting on mine.
Building the memories now they'll keep coming.
There's nothing I can do to keep you,
only honesty will make you stay.
Our child links us for eternity;
even if I die today I'd still exist to you.
If you die the only proof I'll have of your existence is our child.
The sadness of that bothers me.
These are things you'd like to hear,
but I never say because I don't want to feel that sadness.
True reason, bad excuse.
Listen to the voice not the words;
it is the only thing you can take with you.
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It is! & you are very welcome
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Right now, I'm sitting naked next to you
in bed with my bare breasts resting
on the album's plastic sleeve and I wish
that girl could see this, could slow down on the
stationary bicycle long enough to see how
it all turns out in the end. But she can't stop
pedaling. She still knows that we rarely let ourselves
remember these days. You have to see her
lessened before you love her. She still has years to deny
herself before I get this place in this bed.
--Eireann Corrigan
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Howling ghosts β they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.
And in the sea that's painted black,
Creatures lurk below the deck
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.
And as the world comes to an end
I'll be here to hold your hand
'Cause you're my king and I'm your lionheart.
A lionheart.
-Of Monsters and Men
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But the heart is restless and rises
from the body in the middle of the night,
leaves the trapezoidal bedroom
with its thick, pictureless walls
to sit by herself at the kitchen table
and heat some milk in a pan.
-Billy Collins
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Avast ye scurvy knave!
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Dear Kate, I wish you a beautiful day and life.
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Happy birthday my sweet friend. I love you.
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Bwahahahaha! IT STILL DOES NOT EXIST
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OMGGGG. I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH. And I totally just cried. 
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YOU ARE MY ZOMBIE
MY ONLY ZOMBIE
YOU MAKE ME HAPPY
WHEN SKIES ARE GREEEEY
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FB messenger. Def the best way to hunt me down. USE ITTTTT I MISS YOUUUUU
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Hmmm. Surviving?
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I take that as a compliment.
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I wouldn't have it any other way
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Yeah, what *Tuishimi said.
You have poems you haven't posted? WTF. Post them, already.
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Yeah, what Rachel said!
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