December 2010
70 posts
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poetry11.9
there i was, and here i am,
the sweetly fragrant little wallflower,
standing lonely in the shadows.
everyone knows that even plants have needs:
water, sunlight, love.
there’s sweat on your brow,
and a spark in your eye,
and something on your lips—
what’s that on your lips?
water, sunlight, lust?
a recipe for natural disaster,
and mother nature shakes her head,
she...
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poetry12.0
you are so “fresh to death”
but the sound of your voice lies rotting in the back of my mind;
the desire once burning in my chest
i swallow like a bad pill and taste the revulsion—
revolution— the resolution
is to spit you from my mouth.
you are the pillowcase of candy on halloween night;
i was crazy for you once for a short while,
when i played the part of someone...
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poetry12.2
my mother is a health nut
and apples don’t fall far from the tree:
i am a nut, too.
filled with a sweet sticky syrup
that has no name.
consequence says that i should climb back up the tree,
i am a bird pushed from the nest—
i am a bird pulled into the nest.
oh mother, won’t you free me?
oh mother, how can i be me
when your shadow hovers over?
i believe i spy the three...
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poetry11.8
i’m a home body,
an awkward body,
i dance in my room,
but i don’t dance well.
come take my hand dear,
come and please don’t laugh—
oh you could cry from such laughter—
both you and i.
i’m a small body,
a petite body,
i’ve tried to wear those clothes,
but they just don’t fit.
come pass me the needle dear,
come and please don’t look...
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poetry11.9
there i was, and here i am,
the sweetly fragrant little wallflower,
standing lonely in the shadows.
everyone knows that even plants have needs:
water, sunlight, love.
there’s sweat on your brow,
and a spark in your eye,
and something on your lips—
what’s that on your lips?
water, sunlight, lust?
a recipe for natural disaster,
and mother nature shakes her head,
she...
3 tags
poetry11.7
i’ve had an epiphany
[warning— warning—]
i’m a risk taker,
i’m a smile faker,
i’m an actress in disguise.
i’m watching a boy fake falling in love with me and i’m smiling,
i’m laughing,
i’m the silliest little college girl in the world,
oh, aren’t i?
aren’t i whole, and un-impacted?
aren’t i wholly...
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poetry11.8
i’m a home body,
an awkward body,
i dance in my room,
but i don’t dance well.
come take my hand dear,
come and please don’t laugh—
oh you could cry from such laughter—
both you and i.
i’m a small body,
a petite body,
i’ve tried to wear those clothes,
but they just don’t fit.
come pass me the needle dear,
come and please don’t look...
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poetry11.7
i’ve had an epiphany
[warning— warning—]
i’m a risk taker,
i’m a smile faker,
i’m an actress in disguise.
i’m watching a boy fake falling in love with me and i’m smiling,
i’m laughing,
i’m the silliest little college girl in the world,
oh, aren’t i?
aren’t i whole, and un-impacted?
aren’t i wholly...
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poetry11.6
here again:
the drought.
&it’s not as though we’ve had a lack of rain;
we’ve had enough precipitation to precipitate a myriad of…
thoughts.
still… these waters run deep,
too deep perhaps to stir—
it’s a danger,
it’s a dangerous task,
and the cold winter’s breath has layered this ocean with a thin sheet of ice,
dazzling to the eye....
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poetry11.5
i can’t believe it.
i can’t believe it.
i cannot believe it.
i could not believe it.
i should not believe it.
i would not believe it.
i refused to believe it.
i refused to believe it.
i was forced to believe.
i was forced to be brief.
i was forced to breathe.
i could not breathe.
i didn’t ask for this.
it didn’t matter.
i wished it was a dream,
but you...
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pet peeve:
when someone tries to tell me how to do something i already know how to do… as i’m doing it.
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poetry11.4
‘tis the season
have yourself a merry little heartbreak.
December kisses the wound with pretty packaged promises:
gifts beneath the tree to make up for the losses.
look to the bright shining morning star and pray;
let your troubles float away on the wings of whispered hymns;
lift your voice to shadow the sound of your mind;
it’s Christmas time.
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question:
if eve came second, why does the eve of something refer to the day before?
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poetry11.3
saying “i forgive you”
can be as easy as “i love you;”
it’s as hopeful as “i want to”
&as see through as “i’m sorry”
from lips stained by teary eyes.
it is truly what i’d like to say,
truly what i feel,
but truly much more complicated
than either of us could have ever imagined.
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don't understand a joke:
assume it must be sexual.
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unusually contented.
going to enjoy it. ♥
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unusually contented.
going to enjoy it. ♥
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poetry11.2
i refuse to take refuge in your
indeterminate time tables,
your indiscriminate lies able to
turn the tables of time,
oh,
fabric of mine,
torn, torn, torn at all edges,
unraveling steadily,
like ribbon in my hair,
hardly seen between the curls,
the “q”s,
the questions,
who what
who when
who where
who?
who were
who were you?
who
who
who
boo who,
boo hoo—...
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I Will Not Write
fernandocoello:
I will not write because I am afraid of what I might end up writing. I will not write because you are reading. I will not think because you are listening. I want neither you nor me to know what I really think.
sunshinelullabies asked: "somehow knowing that i can hurt so greatly gives me hope that i can love even deeper."
that is absolutely beautiful. thank you for giving me hope too.
that is absolutely beautiful. thank you for giving me hope too.
sunshinelullabies asked: "somehow knowing that i can hurt so greatly gives me hope that i can love even deeper."
that is absolutely beautiful. thank you for giving me hope too.
that is absolutely beautiful. thank you for giving me hope too.
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somehow knowing that i can hurt so greatly gives me hope that i can love even deeper.
blkbyrde asked: COME ONLINEEEEEEEEEEEEEE :D
blkbyrde asked: COME ONLINEEEEEEEEEEEEEE :D
blkbyrde asked: lmao! the oyayansa? or thelightinyoureyes?
blkbyrde asked: lmao! the oyayansa? or thelightinyoureyes?
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fiction3.9
breaking inside, he smiled and said he was happy for her; but she didn’t want him to be happy for her, she wanted him to be happy with her; she wanted his outward to be a reflection of his inward; she wanted him to pull her out of what would work and work mundanely and into the seemingly unattainable: passionate bliss. but they shared something that would never let this be; an unwillingness...
