May 2012
38 posts
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senseless decoding.
ambiguous-transparency:
You, I never had you. A sip of your own destiny awaits your attention while
gloom lurks in the corners while alcoholic fire spreads in your throat, your lungs already in ashes and dust wanders in your
veins like crystals without shine; you, I never had you.
Combustion, explosion, emotions thudding like missile launches in the ocean with bottoms, you, I never had you...
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tempest-at-noon:
Bodies dripping yellow, gold, lantern faces burning warm-breathed glow, searing ruddy cheeks in the middle where palms are gentle for the first time since the light was stolen from their homes.
Their cotton were hastily stitched in broken-glass shops, torn at the seams where fingers scraped against thighs, so they left their clothes home in Denmark because it was much too...
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VI.
tobedlamandback:
To this day you cannot eat cantaloupe. Can no longer rap your three knuckles against each ripe skull at the farmers market. You wonder if this is what it felt like. You wonder if this is what it felt like for him, taking three or four fingers and tapping against your warm growth. First comes the tapping then comes the splitting. To this day you cannot eat cantaloupe. This is a...
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tempest-at-noon:
I slipped my name between your teeth because you always said that the sweet- est things were etched into the insides of your cheeks.
But you bit my bottom lip because you were tired of rum and knew where I hid the vodka,
and you slipped the tip between my legs.
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Bella
pajamaswag:
Your emotions scare you witless, So you lock them all away, You keep the people at a distance, As the fear leads you astray. You wander through your life, Without feeling the breeze, And when you open up your eyes, Dull gray is all you see. So unlock your heart from chains of fear, And throw away the key, Let life itself wash over you, Enjoy freedom’s release.
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wild girl
ialwayslandonmyfeet:
I woke
And saw a girl
And in her hands
She held the world
And when I begged
Her, please, to stay
She dropped it all
And ran away.
I followed her
Into a glen
Void of the vanities
Of men
A glen so green
My heart did weep
I tripped on branches
At my feet.
And then the girl
Appeared, above!
She took from me
All feels of love.
So now I lie
A foppish child
...
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Torn Away
otakuorugazumu:
Ripped and torn, gutted and flayed My soul shattered and my heart betrayed Sunshine of my day and the glow of my night This broken new day will never be right Burn the world and scorch the earth Turn the soil into a fiery hearth Defile the land and drain the sea This planet has lost all joy for me Shatter the buildings and flatten the towns Make it so ugly the sun even frowns...
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theoforx:
FOCUS LENS
I am working at my mind.
applying figures to my eyelids.
I will understand A to B as a line.
until my ears are gone, fully gone.
my water is full my belly is.
my spine contorts my collarbone.
my jaw is pouting and oozing.
caffeine instead of agglutination.
your lips, my tummy, hair’s sheen, elbow.
we speak a different language, I know a few words.
I know how to...
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Still waiting
bluesandbarebones:
Your efforts at punishment
fall on deaf ears my dear
I am slightly amused at the way old habits revive even though they were shot down so many times in the past
I am not frightened by idle threats conversations ended abrupt- ly insinuations and inappropriate adjectives I may not be a saint but experience has taught me p a t i...
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apocalypsepoet:
I need no reason
To drift amidst stupors
Like ocean breezes
In heretic manuevars,
I inhale a strange contentment,
And exhale daily abuse,
You folks drink to a toast,
I’m a breathing excuse.
4 tags
driven out.
submarinedreams:
I invoke the Muses, but where are they in this psychedelic age, where we are held in hospital rooms by somniferous drips that muddle our minds? The doctors say that they will cure this delirium that creeps in from the dark and entropic corners of a psyche marred by razorblade rivulets running from my wrists and dripping from my fingers. The doctors say that they will kill my...
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5/17/2012
intrepid-flickerings:
I am an accidental florist of bruises
on our lips, on our teeth.
I can’t fathom why they run around in circles like they do,
those silly people who don’t understand
what is reality and what is not,
the honeysuckles wither at the end of summer
and flowers die at first frost
yet we still madly try to keep them alive
but can’t save ourselves.
copyright 2012 kristen...
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yourdailynarcissist:
I remember you from a dream I had of a distant land full of memories your eyes told stories of a broken past,
but gave hope of a promising future the curvature of your lips dragged me in to fall for loves trap, it’d be worth the sin
your love was a poisonous addiction and my body ached for your affection with you seconds felt like eternity
without your love death was my...
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historical tragedy
anacoluthiac:
A playwright would compose truthful soliloquies limning the bruises left by strong, squeezing hands, eternal burdens on tender pale skin from ages past. But my cherished audience held no faith in these lines, mistaking me for the actress I would never become. They returned my words and I swallowed them down, choking alone backstage. But my love, I am so cold here in your arms now....
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theoforx:
FOCUS (cognitive process)
the price of adderall drops after exams.
the body tries not to caffeine.
gluten-free canned soup.
a clever look, over-shoulder.
I used to run across the hi-way.
glass feet at twoam, through concrete, water.
over fences.
to stare at the new churches in the new neighbourhoods.
all glass and concrete, I shook in my place.
all the doors were always...
4 tags
cynicallyimpared:
Evaporate from the world. Free your mind from the burden that this cage impresses upon you. Release yourself from the shackles of actuality and mock the silver-lining between reality and fantasy.
2 tags
whoartgos:
obviously time will pass and generous scents will linger long after strands grace impatient pavement with their presence
how often does life catch your glance
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Sestina for Orange Park
vivianasimos:
Everyone stinks of cigarettes and hopes drowned in cheap beer and week-old grease. They quiet silences with talk of hunting and stuff mouths with bloody meat, washed down with a glass full of bullets.
The sun strikes with rays of bullets, burning skin like crushed cigarettes, ash shoved into tender meat. The air suffocates, thick and cheap, constantly searching and hunting for a...
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smallwords-smallworlds:
the thing about moonlight
is the way it hits the curve of bone
and drowns out the ivory appeal
it’s slow and carefully planned
(sunlight just isn’t the same)
it isn’t something you’re able to hide
(not that sunlight is but
why would you want to hide it
anyways?)
you can’t hide your thoughts in
moonlight
(i want to i want to)
it’s like (lambs to slaughter)...
18 tags
Yesterday
rubbishbinangel:
I have scorch marks on my arms from trying to hold The boy with the sputtering flame for a soul. He named me Yesterday. Carving the words into my skin with his smile. Fingers already entwined with those Of his new Today Eyes seeking ...
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Lycanthropy
pseud0nymph:
Awash in moonlight and the blood of those who cried beneath my jagged tooth and hooked claw, I forgot myself in the deepest hollows of night —
I forgot your names, and I forgot your faces, pale like dying star-shine, and I forgot myself, living within a hollow shell —
But when the sun found me stripped and famished in the forest’s leafed womb, back...
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The earth and moon
cruel-cat:
My dad would always explain to me
How every crevice on the moon had a story older than time
And how every scratch on the earth made a bigger impression than he ever could
With shivering words and halting phrases he would whisper the
Truths he had never dared utter
Before
That the earth is always smearing a self portrait and humans
With our wilting skin and shriveled up little...
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My Constellations (a villanelle)
wintriestmoods:
In and out the world fades The blackness slithers it’s way in to the present (It only wants my constellations)
All this bitter gold turns to grey It prays to keep me away from heaven In and out the world fades
My thoughts turn into swirls of haze Confusion keeps my hopes in crescents (It only wants my constellations)
The red of my heart begins to lessen I never wanted to...
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ilikebirds-too:
they tell me drowning and freezing to death are the best ways to die sometimes i think i’d like to freeze to death in your smile and drown in your black ocean eyes
a wave of repose has been calling me to the deep sea but lately i haven’t been able to fall asleep because the prospect of waking up just doesn’t seem to to be worth my luck
when i was younger i used to build...
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nape
loveatthegallows:
I may not believe in god, but I do believe in you. Yours was the last smile that I didn’t have to fake to give. Effortless, the way you could change my mood and lift me. You were the last thought in my head at night, and the first when I awoke. Your skin at the base of your neck was shelter for my secret kisses. At night when I could not sleep I would place them there and...
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Sleep Ramble
thedailyzack:
That darkness lets the devils loose
Out of the vents they creep up
between the sheets, by my legs
Stealthy sneaking past my torso
Grazing my neck gently, making their
way into my right ear, planting
themselves firmly in my soul
Creating irrational thoughts of war
set to polka music with strange wing-ding creatures firing guns at me in my dreams.
Paralyzed by these sights...
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trust-the-invisible:
im a killer with a death wish
oh, im the barrel of a gun
waiting to shoot you dead
by pretending to be something i could never become
oh, im a time-bomb baby
itching to explode
blinding all around me
by dressing up these woes in make-up and short skirts
fake and short-lived dreams
of someones arms around me
or someone else’s out
...
2 tags
Reanimation
embeeness:
Suspended in life
by invisible threads
Feet dangling
just a whisper away
from solid ground
Stretching, straining
trying to gain a foothold
But traction remains
just out of reach
So I resigned myself to
a marionette’s pose
without a puppet master
or the motivation
to propel myself
—- until —-
Complacency with stagnation
is broken by the
panicked realization...
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My Son
framehands:
Never still, the dark water line he would crawl from, his shoulders rising from the tuck of two merging waves, light as a dolphin heart but much less constant.
His skin like mine, he will refuse to hold my hand. Skin bitter as a raw oyster, more salt than meat, thinner than the space between its two clamped shells.
I clamp myself shut. Much less constant and never still. My...
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Star Making
acollectionofsleeplessnights:
“He’s got bones just like his father,” she said, clamping her hand, over the face of her newborn son.
“He’s got eyes that could swell up the ocean,” she says as she tightens her grip. And now he grows blue, and starlit—with surprise.
The nurses rush in, trying to revive, his infantile, frail body.
This is her endless banter, from her bed, the story she...
3 tags
the cruelties of the moon
ineffabagel:
the moon wages cold war on lovers jilted by passing motorcades wasting precious night light on sirens spending far too little on the undisturbed lakes and the dewy skin of long-kept promises. the night creases hills and faces like notebook paper careless with the circles under your eyes as if it wishes only to destroy the proof that you have loved me among these trees laughing and...
2 tags
miskyeblue:
Relief pours through my veins and travels about my body, treating crucial wounds and reviving life within me.
A pill swallowed in the form of words, difficult to hear, painful to breathe, but easy to swallow. “You don’t have to be so hard on yourself.”
Sigh, like I’ve never sighed before, it’s been so long since the sweet poison of solace has filled my heart’s cavities and pits, ...
3 tags
my wrists are of feathers
light and lifeless, detached from the wing
unveiled feelings most dreaded and unspoken
in the skies of shame, i need not be saved.
3 tags
weak
lxixsxa:
she is every deadly sin veiled in one she hides in the darkest corner of night where love and desire intersect her mysteries slip in and out of your pure thoughts, leaving her scent of sin her fingerprints ignite tiny explosions against your skin and her unrepenting kisses keep you in her perpetual hell you can’t help but fall in love with her
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a.
snowcrushkill:
You came down from your cloud and kissed my tired eyes whispered in my ear “I hope wherever you’re headed, it’s better than here”
thank you
5 tags
If Stars Were Poets
mylifeinitalics:
If stars were poets, what would they think of us humans dreaming about them in their sleep? maybe they would write about beginnings, write about ends, a symphony of super novas painting the universe with stellar explosions. Do they find their muse through our mortality? Do they wish to be like us, like how we wish to be like them? Maybe that’s the reason they fall on earth...
March 2012
220 posts
6 tags
oil stains
queenofthelilacs:
Was it enough? When I soiled my fingers To light the fuse? I longed To burn down the wall Of wax Spilling between us Like honey-thick silence That stuck to our lungs When we breathed it in And kept the words Pushed down And maybe, I wanted you to weave your fingers in mine So we could dance in the ashes Like it was falling snow.
Instead, you let the flames swallow you...
4 tags
Sometimes it's at our lowest points when the tears...
walkonwithopenarms:
Here’s a poem.
Hollow
Emptiness encompasses, Whilst pain eludes. Draining my will, Can’t even move. A smoke might help… If I had the energy. To lift that little white stick of death. Place it between my lips. Draw. Inhale. Exhale. Where is the feeling? Nothing but hollow.
19 tags
March 22nd, 2012
365-voiced-thoughts:
This is what it comes to.
The waters rising over the high roads,
the clouds going purple, and the sky a dirty yellow.
Everyone can die, everyone will live
but my heart only beats so long as yours does.
I’ll stand here and wait, and silence can befriend me.
But with four hundred miles, between the sun and my sea,
I’d imagine myself becoming miracles
walking on clear...
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confinedbeautifulmind:
hands have built the cities hands have cracked the whip that sculpted the pyramids hands have fashioned weapons hands have held each other in the most warming embrace hands turn the world they shield our faces when we blush they feed us clothe us hands hold the world
~C.B.M
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I've been old
ponderingcomplications:
The grey hued thoughts Laugh at what life has wrought And I wonder at them Within this tattered poem. The blue of my soul Colors me as a whole And it bewilders me As I write my poetry. When did my heart decide To not listen, but abide By the war within my mind? When did I say goodbye Within the soundless, hollow cry Of a synesthetic blind? I do not know Where my soul will...
4 tags
strum
heathenchemistry:
there are quiet moments when I’d like to tell you
that the beauty of the romance of your fingers on the strings of your guitar
makes me want to laugh with breathless joy and weep with depthless sorrow
for the countless endeavors of love that will never quite match
the sweetness of that look you get
when you pull the chords just right.
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paintmesecure:
I have offered this flesh, this heart, this raw emotion, and you are satisfied with a broken promise. You have sent the ocean scurrying against my spine, suffocating the bones that would bare all; crumble under your blood and skin. I am exhausted; leaving only my last breath and final words.
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The Confidant's Lament
adverevivere:
You sat against the window ledge with your heart on your sleeve, crying into the darkness; you waited but no one could hear.
Begging for a way out with dreams and needs, yet no one bothered to lift you up when you were at your most empty, starlight dripping in your eyes.
Too many ups and downs, while the world was shoving you this way and that, forced down while I fear sometimes:...
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we loved for miles
pinksubmergence:
the afternoon folded into another lonely tangerine
and I was left to scramble for my own bearings
it was alarming to see time slip furiously away
into portions of light which smoldered into clay
in brief seconds the smell of stale dust grew
tickling the fringe of noses as black stole blue
it was the remnants of how the day had raced
tiny planktons of air for land whales...
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iwannatakeyourhandanddisappear:
The angel is flawless
Or so you believe
She comes across and sweeps you off your feet
But she will never deceive
The angel is stunning
Or so you have heard
She wears her halo without shunning
But this angels imagine is absurd, you see
The angel’s reflection is just not right
Or is it the devil that lurks in place on the other side?
She awaits to smite...
3 tags
onnothingandeverything:
sleep evades a halfhearted pursuer on pestilent legs, scurrying unseen from cracks to crevices, but murky shadows shifting in the darkness reveal its lurking presence. it is a waiting game - patience will reward lazy efforts with the slow death of another day (almost invincible, resurrecting with the dawn).
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word-smithstress:
Pull these delicate words woven from
soft lace off my breath. Place them
under your tongue. Let them dissolve
into you.
I’ve carefully crafted them
as if I sculpted them into a tiny clock.
Twisting the gears and tinkering with
the hands until they were just right.
Hovering over a table with a miniature
hammer lightly tap, tapping until late
into the night.
Pluck...