January 2012
271 posts
6 tags
My Suit is Hearts
lexi-trek:
My Suit is Hearts Chinks and tatters Never washed Blood spatters Chewing on a vison Of the grave While the television Is sharpening its scythe up Psyche built on Paper and mache But I’m dozing off with Spades Seeing folks on T.V. Paving the myths, we all crave Examining these four walls Barren, white-walled cave They’re playing poker I can just, go fish? Well you can go fuck yourself...
5 tags
little boy breathless
sunsettled:
once was a boy who was literally breathless. his chest was empty where his lungs should have been, and he lived in a tall tree in the forest.
one day he hunted down a parakeet. “i am going to keep you,” he told it as he held it in his hand.
“i am alone in this world,” he told the parakeet, and looked up to sky. “even the earth breathes when the wind blows through the trees. i am...
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The World Won't Forget Our Names
astronautssleepinspace:
Icarus, you lucky bastard, you got to be the first one to fall. I’ll bet it felt amazing when you hit the waters’ surface, smooth as polished glass, cold like quiet winter. I’ll bet dying felt a lot like being born.
Last night did you hear the splash I made? I thought of you the whole time. It felt amazing to let go of the wax and feather wannabe and instead touch finger...
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Speak Louder, Speak Softer
lookingforroses:
Speak louder to crowds to bring in the ears, Speak softer to ensure that everyone hears.
Speak up state your point clear voice and clear mind, Stand up, Be strong and leave insecurities behind.
Your voice is your gift, your words are your power, Together you build the worlds largest tower.
A tower of goals, of hopes and of dreams, To anyone who’ll listen, and decides to...
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inkedribs:
To disappear—I’m addicted to the idea. I peel my fingerprints from my fingertips and set other patterns into the tender skin, make my touch untraceable. I burn handwritten notes and letters and exams, dye my hair bright red and my eyebrows burgundy and ink a strange tattoo along my collarbone. I become another person with a new name and an aura of intrigue, I become like a city after...
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visit
creepingmyrtle:
It was a sunset glory, blooming wide to say hello to you, eye-blue sky; the makeshift cross shuddered in the breeze of our swelling thoughts and memories, remember-whens and i-wonder-ifs.
A caravan of grievers coasts down Tulip Boulevard, and Shes, He, and I all feel the August heat flood our heads, when you fluttered to Elysium. Not rife with anger but with love, we suffer...
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robertjw:
He carried a two litre bottle of the cheapest cider, Semi-hidden under a tattered coat lapel, So desperately, That It looked as if He was shielding The heart of lover, Too heavy to bear. And he made for the exit Like it was salvation. The cashier just looked on And thought To himself, with pity- How the bad goes With the bad.
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Synaesthesia
21stcenturybogart:
His body was fluid, like the shapes he saw. He moved smoothly with the music, upwards and forwards, down and back. His eyes constantly following the pulses of the beat, keeping the streaming bars and bursting stars constantly in his vision, he moved where the music led him so he could see it all.
The bars climbed higher, the pulses shone brighter. The music rose and fell and...
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Tears
yvesram:
A man doesn’t cry - that’s what everybody tells me when I was at an age where I bite the life out of my pencils. I never believed them. To me, every teardrop that has fallen down a cheek served as a reminder that I am more human than anyone who told me to become their personal version of what a man should be.
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brightneweyes:
There are a few things I always seem to write about: death, water, and angels. It never fails that someone dies or they pass on through a body of water to see millions of other souls doing the same, or there is an angel in disguise. There is something wholly entrancing about the idea of death and what happens afterwards. At the same time, the raw power of water seems suitable for...
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The Cruelty of Roses
zhuchupoo:
The orange
in the sky
and I
spent the
afternoon
relishing in
Mara’s garden.
I glanced lazily into
her house; lazy
the whole day long,
severing her hips
with my eyes; watching
her dance around her room
singing into her hands.
For a moment she slowly lifts
up her arms and sinks below
the window as if she were
praying to Mecca.
At night she disappears
the rain hums and...
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Blind Kisses
writingstylez:
I kiss you with my eyes closed
To help savor the moment
It reminds me there is nothing in the world
But you and me as our tongues dance and swirl
I kiss you with my eyes closed
Because my dream is real
An overpowering desire becomes me
And I release it at your will
I kiss you with my eyes closed
To help you understand
I’m giving you my all
My life, my sight, my hand
A...
December 2011
259 posts
9 tags
Good-Bye.
eatmynarcolepsy:
I didn’t mean to cry But the tears came Pushing through these ducts Like an emotional battalion I tried, I really did But I just couldn’t hold them back And I feel nothing can placate me Not now Certainly not when you’re leaving And the weight of your departure Is ripping through the left side Of my chest.
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garbage man
alphabet-pony:
today was trash day and I forgot to sit myself out on the curb a pile of rubbish, forgotten – even by myself I laugh a manic little ditty, assuming the garbage man would, too asking me: ‘ey girl, why you sittin’ there on the curb? you a’int no trash bag! he’d laugh and maybe I’d grin, realizing the situation was ridiculous 3 black trash bags and a girl, knees to her chin,...
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Amidst lovely things, you're the loveliest
paperica:
Cold hands, warm heart buttermilk pastry, bread crumbs silver jewelry, bead necklace high heels, fish plaits eyeshadows, encyclopedias curly hair, dark strands strange people, ink blots labrador puppies, canine teeth shark fin, cardigans Christmas sweater, blue boxers strong biceps, slender kisses briefcases, leather satchel leatherette purses, video games Monopoly, bacon for breakfast...
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mistletoe lover
lookbeyondthesunrise:
our eyes met from across the room
slowly walking towards each other
you smiled at me briefly, then looked up
curiously, i lifted my eyes to look up as well
upon seeing the mistletoe i began to grin
there was now no reason not to kiss you
our gazes met again and our eyes locked
cautiously leaning in towards you
then that fateful moment when your lips touched mine
...
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Dear you,
jenniferwrote:
Remember that one mundane day when we met on a random dirt path? I thought you were just gonna keep going, but instead you stopped, stared, smiled. And said hi. Your mouth appeared to have swallowed the sun, for a glow of warmth was bursting through the arched corners of your pressed lips. As if you have been my friend for ages, you told me about your big plans of chasing giant...
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Message in the Stars
love-in-a-mist:
I thought about you today. I find myself thinking about you more than usual. If you were here I would imagine you telling me to focus my attention on my writing, and not to worry too much, and that everything will work itself out. And then I see you kissing my forehead and I am hugging you, pressing my head into your chest, listening to the steady beat of your heart. That is...
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Straights
pmbear:
I saw silent armies march down
wet Roman straights towards capsules
Await depressurization from reality,
for daylight in winter
Whisper sorrys and contempt
to comrades they have never met
I saw blank faces staring at
charcoal masterpieces, next to
master mutton waiting on pedestal pavements
I saw standing fish in metal,
beat behind beady eyes
Till they dropped their heads
...
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Pass Me By
pretend-poet:
I don’t need your compassion or your tears
Just hand me that bottle of whiskey
and three more beers
I don’t need your pity or your sorrow
I’ll be too fucked up to care tomorrow
Pass me by, but say hello
And order me another of my usual
Before you go
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Potato Jewellery
matthewwallacepoetry:
Abstract meaning for the abstract leaning Coffeepop feigning, oak tree greening Falling for the ocean as I float to the ceiling Drowning in motion as I fight for feeling No rest for the gifted, Wickedness shifted Thoughts rearranged, paranoia lifted Mirrors in mind, oh reflections, be kind There’s no place direction cannot find. Joy is the realm of the cosmic duck Black...
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"intoxicated" by s.jones
stalactitejones:
inebriated knees shaking pulse racing contemplating staying? i’m waiting not forsaken desperately pacing overly elated it’s complicated quite outdated maybe overrated chance i’m taking for just another sip…satiated!
3 tags
dreamsofawallflower:
I want to write something
So poignant
So powerful
It will reach out to your heart
Penetrate your soul
And shake the very foundation
Upon which your existence is built-
But I don’t know how.
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Guy Wires
hindsightunrequited:
These converging lines
are not crimson ribbons
but Sangria dipped
guy wires.
.
My plaited hair supports the
mortar, but tourniquets
the plumbing, dampened
over years of adjustment
I wondered into.
.
So, when the order comes to take arms,
I’ll sit upon the century post,
Centre compass.
.
No man’s land
No man’s mercy
For a neckerchief
That is bloodstained.
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thegreatbigquestionmark:
I loved you and I wanted to tell you but I lost all my words like I did my blue and green and silver marbles when I was little, I lost them because I wasn’t paying attention to much except the color of the sky and the song of the stars that I heard again when I looked into your eyes
8 tags
Affaire De Coeur
superiorsarcasm:
The turning flame;
blue, red, blue, orange
effortlessly engulfs the
metallic kettles rear until
it sings a hazy three key
tune that was diffused
through the room in a
sweet moment of suspense.
A spring-hot waterfall
pours in an arc from the
mouth of the kettle that
no longer sings its hazy tunes
of affaire de coeur for the
flames heated tongue touch,
crashing...
1 tag
I'm A Believer
pretend-poet:
She sat cross legged on the floor. Pulling on the sleeves of her Smash Mouth sweater so they covered her wrists. Bright pink nail polish peeked out on the edges where her slender fingers grasped the fabric. She was hunched over but vibrant. He came and sat next to her.
“I like your sweater” He said with twitching, smiling lips; instantly regretting them, he hated that band. He...
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The Puppet That Had Nooses For Strings.
dmcdougall:
I was about to give up, But then I gave up on that.
About to walk away, But still here I am, there I sat.
And on the wings of the flightless myth, We were born with strings that plead the fifth. They yanked them and tugged them, They made me fall to the ground. I thanked them, and it bugged them Because the truth had been found.
-Dylan McDougall. 6/29, 12/24
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1319 CORNER WAY.
gothickers:
The house at 1319 Corner Way (if it ever really was a house at all) was both nigh-impossible to find amidst the chaos and rubble of the run-down district in which it resided and, once found, nigh-impossible to shake the memory of, even if you did not choose to go inside.
It wasn’t so much that the house was a particularly morbid or arcane affair (although it was both these things) or...
10 tags
Gravity
wrapitinwords:
You’ll break easily, too. Snap like a twig, when the time comes.
When it all becomes too much, this world, and you decide to not let anything define you. And then you’ll go after the big ones, the laws with a capital L, and you’ll think - why should gravity define you; hold you down? Believe me, I’ve been there. When you realise that this world is arbitrary and we can fly if only...
3 tags
heylittlewildgirl:
You are shore and I am sea. Our constant divergence, can’t you see?
5 tags
OPEN
fine-and-bold:
“Be careful, Fredrick,” Lucy warned me.
“Oh shut the hell up with that junk and get a screw out of the wall!” I shouted from the kitchen.
We had just gotten the apartment, a second floor one-bedroom in an eighty year old brick building at the southeast tip of Pittsburgh, next to Homestead. There was still a lot of moving to do. Lucy was homesick, being in...
7 tags
alexanderjr12:
I love you (what a liar I’ve become) I need her (what a liar I’ve become) I believe in him (what a liar I’ve become) I trust them (what a liar I’ve become) I like who i am (what a liar I’ve become) I want you (what a liar I’ve...
2 tags
As Flowers Bloom For May (Italian Sonnet)
warriorfeathers:
I see you from behind my close’d eyes. O maelstrom tamed, you swirl in colors grand. From up above gaze down the stars of man, Those wise deciders, forgers of the skies, Mechanics of desire need not rise. Thine ethos shines a light across the land. Your voice grants sight to eyes of sordid sand. thine ballads tempt the burning Sun to rise. You shake my soul as gales doth...
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Why'd You Sing Hallelujah?
theidiotmanifesto:
An ocean glass stained red, you bleed into me, a hand to keep. Soaked up my heart and fed my organs to your every sea flower, That would dare to caress your delicate ankles, sea deep hurt.
Beneath the sand I long ago poured into a moon blinding white, My lips cannot fight the urge to cower, to hold love to the old sky, Turned up and begging to breathe fire as the stars once...
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Universal anatomy: I am Blessed...
paradoxpotential:
…Blessed with the ability to travel to different cells Because, you know, the universe is an atom.
There’s no real difference.
Except for orbits. Funny that-
It’s an atom with more gravity then,
an atom with cells- inside out, organs outside.
Like a lobster
but backward.
I can see the Milky Way in my abdomen, but I’d like to see it with my eyes. I...
3 tags
Fo(r)g(et)
melanielikes:
A thick fog wraps itself around us —an apocalyptic blanket that shields us from our sky
time becomes backwards & forwards twisted & tangled what we see as noon may actually be midnight “Please don’t question the sun or moon Have faith in the night’s constellations & the day’s illumination for they still love you”
but like dusk & dawn in this fog we are unsure
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Grey Eyes
howtohandletheskywithconfidence:
You gave me days of gray eyes
and silver clasps
that cupped my hand
and wrapped around from time to time
to show their dominance over my flesh.
You allowed me this gift
with the humblest of motions
and with such grandeur
you allowed me to accept it.
The silver linings of each dream I had
seemed to form the shape of this gift
that continue to...
1 tag
ghostsandonionskins:
The body reminds with seams and hems where the war broke skin
Bar room accidents,
surgery,
misread jumps,
and blind spot kamikaze lane changes
leave their raised lines drawn in pain and skin tone reminders.
Lovers call them secrets buried under fabric seas.
Warriors wear them like medals,
shined to remind the weight of the trigger.
TV spackles them oblivious, for...
4 tags
speaking in sunsets
pinksubmergence:
the wind coiled around my arms,
as the swift auburn of a sunset
grew and settled down, a sunken
ship that returns to the surface
after the dawn breaks the evening
ice. tonight there is no furnace
only dialects where we pass our
olden messages. those like us
who survived the fever of the
night, can always complain of
how little time we had to unravel,
how much time we...
5 tags
theidiotmanifesto:
Where The Wounds Are
Let me...
2 tags
Muted
smokeinatin:
These windpipes are closing little by little I depress between a cotton-fold and mattress Dwindling - I am small Though the furnace is heated, and the chimney breathes, I am suffocating, asthmatic, I am coiling into a ball, muffling these screams Dusted and gathered - I am newspaper misread, misled, ...
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onnothingandeverything:
fill me with your rising tide,
rippling waves of electric desire
salting thirsty senses-
i want to drown in your essence,
in your presence,
asphyxiation from the inside out,
ribs collapsing in your
deep and heavy embrace,
final moments sweet and swimming
pulled under by equatorial currents
flowing through seasons everchanging,
oceans apart.
2 tags
graffitiesprit:
Sunbeams flay the misty film in urban husks promenading.
I, decked in yawns, lag my bergamot sips to fit my matins humming in the ether between my lips and tongue.
4 tags
Homonyms
hindsightunrequited:
Pour gasoline or kerosene
or sewing machines
on the browning grass -
chatter chatter.
.
Treading Rhodes to canals
whipping the blinkered dawn.
Nymph, you say, or just
Nymphomania?
.
Cigarette butts sparking
untrodden bracken.
I’ll brand it with my sole.
Soul?
.
Revel in the convention
In the humeral.
6 tags
458.
betweenthings:
my heart hungers for home dusty with ghosts of tradition, solid foundations of expectations and reward but i was born, brood of wayfarers so my blood boils to break boundaries.
7 tags
perfection-wont-wait:
My wristsbones are wrapped in red ribbon with bone pressing through the plastic, daring to break it, warp it.
Warp me like a record left in the sun. Set me on the needle and listen to me scream.
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ICU
kristaa0788:
If I could fix you, I would Paste together your soul’s torn remnants That drip with blood and gore; I would clean them off for you, Soak them in bleach To kill all the illness embedded within Your tattered heart. I would make it all better With an IV of morphine Taking all the pain away From your sick, sad life.
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artreture:
cracked walls stained footsteps sing louder your cries twisting in agony way up there I don’t cry I don’t mind getting colder floating to nothing again and again and again