Jannise B. posted an article on Beneath The Hanging Tree - Jul 12, 2009, 2:46 am
I am itching to shed my skins and renew myself with old desires that seeth and writh while I only dream never taking matters into my own hands. but, flickering stars still twinkle out here, and it is always worthy of a second look with a kind breeze caressing my skin temporarily quelli...
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Jannise B. posted an article on Beneath The Hanging Tree - Jul 12, 2009, 1:28 am
Fingers popping bodies swaying I am stomping to Lynam pumping the people blending screaming, singing celebrating another ending.. another beginning.
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Jannise B. posted an article on Beneath The Hanging Tree - Jan 24, 2009, 2:48 am
the dog is keening fasting to lean senses sharpened from the smell of the field.   lifting her head the movement slight in the wavering light and not noticed.   the man is scheming fattening to ripe senses blunted early to the fetid furrows.   stamping his feet the movement thudde...
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Jannise B. posted an article on Beneath The Hanging Tree - Jan 24, 2009, 2:34 am
Slashed across the page commanding attention secondhand information salivates your ego as you taste it, savor and relish it, feeding your desire to see another fall..   so, you sit up straighter lean in closer to pick the bone clean in ironic desperation to swallow the bitters of the ...
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Jannise B. posted an article on Beneath The Hanging Tree - May 15, 2008, 11:01 pm
Into your arms, downward, I fell reversing death. and discovered clarity, despite your attempts to shroud it from me. Eventually though, I will fall out, and rise upward. Closing all windows, as I depart, that lead to your dream.
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Jannise B. posted an article on Beneath The Hanging Tree - Jan 13, 2008, 11:15 am
I left with no words that would venture all well tangled around my tongue, and lodged solid in my throat. Yet, I finally spit them out with a nasty flair to cut you deeply, as was my intention. However, it did not feel like I thought it would, there was no weight lifted. I only self righte...
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Jannise B. posted an article on Beneath The Hanging Tree - Jan 10, 2008, 2:35 am
In rented rooms they began late, a lovers tryst across the county line. His observation of alternating glances, revealed intention to the clerk. They defined love in fluid movements, placing their guilt on a bedside table.
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Jannise B. posted an article on Beneath The Hanging Tree - Jan 7, 2008, 1:46 pm
If you look for me I will be gone my legs restless needing to stretch in new directions where I will live a soft, simpler existence. I have moved deeper in the wood in a cottage freshly whitewashed with yard tidy where I will bake pies, and tend a garden. The sun will find me in quiet...
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Jannise B. posted an article on Beneath The Hanging Tree - Jan 5, 2008, 1:03 am
Midnight icy demons howl unleashed, a predator enslaved to prowl, tearing through the black, black sky blowing fiercely within the eye. Across the field, the drifts I glimpse as the white oak shudder in attempt, the window pane begins to breathe the screen transformed as if a sieve. My hand ...
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Jannise B. posted an article on Beneath The Hanging Tree - Jan 3, 2008, 9:58 pm
The pain continues, an ebb and flow it is what it is, offering no escapes. It arrives suddenly, Then quickly departs. So I remember, that to live is to feel and sometimes, it feels like hell.
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