December 2011
11 posts
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Lost My Mind
Sometimes I miss my mind Even though ignorance has been kind I can’t think past quick lines Trying to put together words to rhyme My dreams turned from vivid to blurred Waited but no explanation heard Spent too many minutes thinking What lesson I needed to learn Overlooking faults Mistaken for being strong Complete coherent thoughts Tell me staying here is wrong
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The Two Letters In Between
so, umm… it starts with an ‘l’ and ends with an ‘e’ encompasses everything in between, the heavens and this gravel. it gives meaning to the meaningless, and the ludicrous babble. it was the first shot heard around the world, in this battle. it kills our young, livestock, and cattle but with a smile on our faces, sporting crooked grins gapped tooth and shallow eyes...
No inspiration.
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Saddest truth about reality.
The saddest truth about reality is the act that we the people don’t know the true me. They themselves run around unsure if their lives are truly bound. “who am I?” is often asked A burden to all, an impossible task. I ask myself and answer in lies I have no really true alibi. I may be that I may be this, but the me to me and the me to you is never in true bliss. Gay,...
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Aria of self.
As soft sediment lay across the grave of the dreamer, doubt awaits. The shallow men in this area Take time to clear the heart of creation. The front of my mind is sprinkled with epitaphs. The names upon them are my hopes and dreams. The soft sediment will now be my memory, So that one can bury the fulfilled. Take it all again. Through it still the mind dreams of will, and savors-...
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nine seven eight
In my head I am always sixteen and it is always scorching New England summer and I am always falling madly in love with the way some boy’s collarbone slopes down his chest, with freckled knees, with swimming in our underwear. With sneaking out under star-draped skies, with jumping into the pool, with basement games of Beirut. I am made of sunshine and soft grass and oak trees and Revolutionary War...
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skinned knees
You say you think of me at five a.m., and how can I tell you that I do the same—
that as the sun rises over Manhattan rooftops I remember how I fell for you
so hard I skinned my knees. I walked all autumn with blood trickling down my shins,
picking the gravel from my flesh, thinking of nothing but your lips on my skin.
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i was hoping that something would spark a fire in me to keep me alive
he asked “why can’t we do this more often” and truthfully i didn’t know. i had always refused leaving the comfort of my solace laden solitude haven cover and i didn’t want to change the dynamic. i could’t deal with the change. he would have to go on alone until i’ve fixed myself
i went from feeling too much of the wrong...
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As I amble through another day without sleep, I can’t help thinking about how happy I am. I have never before been so happy to see the people in my life, so talk to the people I talk to, to be crazy with the people I’m comfortable around. This is a distorted reflection in the mirror to who I was a year ago this time, two years ago this time, three years ago this time. I’ve gotten to a point when...
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I feel like with telling people certain honest things about yourself, once it’s out there there’s no turning back. I get queasy when I address the truth cause that makes it real and something I have to deal with. I’m glad I have people around me who are at least in some way supportive. I still wish I could take back everything I had said in the past and go forward on my own terms. It’s not fair...
April 2011
5 posts
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Untitled Love Poem - Nate V. Umagat.
You be the writer, I’ll be the journal. Write within me your hearts desire, you see these wings? They’ll make us fly higher, higher then the sky, higher then cloud nine. Didn’t you know the words you speak are truly devine? They may not rhyme. But they come from your heart, & i gave you my heart. Where did you put it? In your golden chest with the rest of your secrets? Do you show it off to...
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PLEASE UNDERSTAND
PLEASE UNDERTAND
I DO STUFF FOR A REASON
I MAY HURT THOSE WITHOUT ME KNOWING
I MIGHT BREAK YOUR HEART IF THAT WHAT IT TAKES FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND
I AM GOING THROUGH A HARD TIME IN LIFE, SO I MAY REACT IT TOWARDS YOU
I AM WHAT YOU SEE BUT NOT WHAT YOU SHALL KNOW!
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Gorgeous Addiction
Twists and turns of turning hips, and burning lips. Tell me. How can fire feel so moist? My blood rejoices and boils to every touch of her body as she coils around my own. Friction in a love story, never fiction, and I’m fixated on this adventure. This expedition of my gentle propositions replied with her permission to clench her hands with my own. And her grasp is so tight, so tight. So right in...
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Ventriloquist
The buttons, laces and strings
Adored I am
By these fellow accessories
Splendid and Intricate
My life on stage
Always on a pedestool
Blinded by the rose-colored lights
They’re bright, really bright.
His fingers linger on me
touched in the most intimate way
They would caress me
As if I was as brittle as chinese porcelain
He would play with me
So haughtily
I was a part of...
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My father knows what work is
I see it in the droopy bags of his tired eyes and the cracks of his hands running deep like rivers I think it’s our way to be always working searching for fortunes hard to come by Along the way, dreams are deferred goals are shifted for something closer to home and the real-estate man becomes a security guard returns to taxi-driving We aren’t too good with emotions, my father and I this life’s too...
October 2010
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Beautiful Things
Wandering in my emotional wilderness
Growing trees from seeds of doubt
Growing moss from the dampness of my resolute solitude,
I will go to some dive
Sit in a booth with cracked green upholstery
Order a coffee from one of those waitresses
With Mother-Goddess-Nirvana
In the pink of her cheeks and the glint in her eyes.
I will pour cream in my coffee and watch it explode
A mystic’s map
A...
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Challenge
Someday.
I hope to be good enough for everyone.
One day, I want to be good enough for you.
http://lemonparfaitraider.tumblr.com/
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balloons in an empty town
(~ clockworkdame)
the balloons float on one by one into the pastels of the sky from a car lot with big red letters barely selling cars
they sway and dance they silently sing against the coming night searching for clouds or rain or God
or maybe they are God dancing.
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Mankind
theres nothing humanly possible to escape what we are thinking. the truth comes out in our lies, and the only thing we can cross our fingers and hope on is the civil actions of one another. the graciousness of one person i was tired of the same ol’ same ol’, but i didnt do anything to change. every aspect of my life was one mistake after another. covered up with smiles, i could mask...
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Trenchant in Loveliness
Lovely; quite nice, you suffice.
Clean, clean portrait of boy-man all mine,
Clean, clean hands unlike those I despise
Permeating the pores of a childhood unsexed,
Weltering now amongst similar descent into
Dirt, dirt, dirt.
I’m afraid that you don’t hurt
Quite enough for girl-woman,
For I.
http://rubyguyatt.tumblr.com/
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Summoned
Looking outside my window, Gazing at the cloudless, periwinkle sky. Sun shining brightly, A ripe lemon on a sky blue tablecloth. Leaving spots in my vision. Abruptly, out the corner of my eye, I see a flash of red. A robin, Flying like a Corvette on an empty highway. Slowing down, now, Landing on the branch of a small tree, Just outside my window. She sits there, her dwarf head moving side to...
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Unusual
But I’m into you I won’t lie You refresh this worn out page In my suddenly monotone life Bitrates can’t keep up with us Our laughs They’re just worth every secret key press I ignored warning signs and protocol You make me want to stay digital I want you to know you’re special You take my dial-up days And speed it up with your stylish ways I want to know so much But...
“I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as...”
– Lemony Snicket (via quote-book) (via lovebot) (via poeticheartache) (via freefallingbodies)
Up and Out
Why was he laying on the floor?
When you came in and asked him
why, he simply shrugged.
Time passed by
the clock’s hands switched
the sun and the moon’s positions.
Dust gathered around and settled
on the countertops and and tiny corner crevices.
The floor was cold
empty, devoid of life.
And as much as laying on the floor
felt better than dealing with the pain
there was only...
stop saying sorry
pseudopoetry:
your apologies cascade like a waterfall going nowhere and flooding your mouth
Fission
blankslate:
I’m an atom splitting in half and I am terrified of what is inside. If it isn’t one thing it’s another life like snowflake and if you look closely, examine the patterns are random jagged edges not beautiful or unique just soulless happenstance nature. Hand to hold rejoin and rejoice the particles positive or negative and all of the empty space in between it’s a joke, a sickening...
Without you here I’m viciously lonely and I can’t remember the last time I felt holy, the last time I offered myself as sanctuary
—— and I couldn’t remember when I knew I’d never be beautiful, but it must have been quick and subtle, the way the holy ghost can pass in and out of a room. I want so desperately to be finished with desire, the rushing wind, the still small voice.
drawing vs photography
out-of-bounds:
spectacl:
Awesome. @_@
'Til goodnight do us part: Choose #2: →
humans-zombies:
Nightmares
Nightmares sneaking in my bed
Living life over in my head Causing all the fear to come back alive Bringing back memories with such drive In them, someone always after me Why can’t they let me go and let me be free Afraid to go to sleep at night They will start and cause such fright
“there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize...”
– Charles Bukowski (via thechocolatebrigade)
duet
pseudopoetry:
your warm bass envelopes me while my radiant baritone caresses you
LESSONS LEARNED WITH RACHEL & EMILY
R: you party so hard.
me: you have no idea.
(all i want to do is drink but i am "in school" and "can't")
(also i hate my life)
R: your life sounds sad.
not pathetic sad.
but challenging sad
opposing forces sad
but then again so is mine
life is a constant struggle between wanting to drink and wanting to succeed
