January 2010
32 posts
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Broken Social Scene Birthed a Stillborn
The stars look just like the son
I yearn to hold, a silver outline
my finger has trouble tracing at dusk.
Late at night, the clouds muffle his babbles
and the sky stretches over him
like an ashen sheet that smells of balm and sulfur.
If I steady my hand, I can count each glinting toe,
watch his kicks shifting Orion out of place,
hear his paused sighs in the wind
as he nurses off the...
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winter
There’s wolves in the woods and blood on the streets,
there are apples hanging fat on the branch and
your grandfather’s rifle in the closet and
me on my knees in the snow,
sinking my fingernails into your flesh.
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Burning
When I was fifteen I went through a very short and intense phase where I tried to be more spiritual. This phase was during Summer and mostly consisted of interior decorating. I begged my parents to buy me meters of gauze so I could hang it from my ceiling. I made paper cranes and sat them in the dips of fabric, hung small lanterns around my room and played sitar music. It was certainly...
The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner
blogut:
My wife bursts into the room where I’m writing well of my love for her and because now the poem is lost I silently curse her.
Alden Nowlan (1933-1983)
"I'm blessed with soul, blessed with love, blessed...
(via spittinvividly)
“Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in...”
– Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides (via thechocolatebrigade)
justbesplendid:
I Thought of You
by Sara Teasdale
I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder As you and I once heard their monotone.
Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me The cold and sparkling silver of the sea, We two will pass through death and ages lengthen Before you hear that sound again...
pseudopoetry:
I tried to do handstands for you I tried to do headstands for you Everytime I fell on you, yeah, everytime I fell I tried to do handstands for you But everytime I fell for you I’m permanently black and blue, permanently blue for you.
Bruises by Chairlift
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DINNER DATE
crab apple cheek conceals my lamb medallions like keepsakes, the richness felt when I catch a glimpse of your tounge is a rarity, the mix of ruby and velvet red ripe carnal peeks reveal to me
where I want to be. behind those colgate classy teeth, as the magicians swallowed key from illusion I’m safe, but still apart of the trick all along the luring lips.
i haven’t even begun to dig in to my...
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dear sky
don’t fall on me now, as I crumble into your walls and breach inside you,
don’t tumble me with your raging wind, for our tornadoes will touch and become something horrid,
don’t, just don’t stop loving me. like a million years of multiplying cells, we will continue to evolve and rest and
pray and forget.
(~ clockworkdame)
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Nothing's Finer...
His eyes scanned the dark street She was late, or lost Not many people used this street Many of the street lights along it were burned out It was a bad neighborhood But this diner had the best coffee Something about it gave him eloquence; Confidence Something he needed this evening After an hour and 4 cups, she walked in Her hair matted from the rain outside Slowly turning to snow ...
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winter.
Just the cold and I today, walking arm and arm, slipping his hands under my jacket, we walk in silence and frost.
The sun is shining but her warmth is dulled and her touch is just as cold as he is.
The grass crinkles under my shoes, and I miss our love affair and dancing under a bright light, bare skin to earth.
~ Natasha
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winter.
Just the cold and I today, walking arm and arm, slipping his hands under my jacket, we walk in silence and frost.
The sun is shining but her warmth is dulled and her touch is just as cold as he is.
The grass crinkles under my shoes, and I miss our love affair and dancing under a bright light, bare skin to earth.
~ Natasha
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Apart From Time
What a beast is time, both made; unmade by human hearts.
we enslave time; “use Our time” wisely evolved, we creatures of the plain. Emancipated ancestors.
Wild time transcends its cultured brother, permeates notions of the tamed. Beautiful destroyer;
beautiful creator! Reams of novel snow- fall, in time, our machinations tumble; we are
out of time…
and back in time again,...
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"Deeds Done In The Dark"
(via misterfelder)
I have killed millions of children…
and it sucks to be able to stand up and proclaim my crime, but these children were MINE.
The fact that a person like me hasn’t been locked up yet confounds me to no end. And so, this third leg haunts me; to the point where free time is but a mere memory.
I can’t understand my desire, logically, but maybe if I choke my chicken enough it...
ideal
ihugparkingmeters:
by: emptywordsfromanabsentmind:
can you be any better all that i hoped for and focused on, im sure that ill never find any comparison that can ever be greater.
be any truer to what i can have im sure it wont fade away. imagine waking up to you; to me, every day for several months i had it with you.
all that was ideal i found it in you. can it be any better than...
Lights Out
the lights are on me again, shining down so brightly like they always do. this time you can see everything my pain, and guilt, and broken neck, as i sit here in fear of dying under its watch, It stares at me and shines, so brightly that I rather it not shine at all any more. Lights out.
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bRoKeN
It fell, then broke. It hit the hard cold marble floor with no chance of survival. Crumbling into tiny sections of something that once was considered whole. Its in pieces on the floor scattered around me. I glue it slowly piece by piece. Sew the sharpest edges together, the ones that just never will be the same.
I wrap tape around it. Over and over and over. Just in case. Until it resembles...
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You cannot see me so deep, you cannot see me so...
These thoughts, these questions, these views, and perceptions are whirling and jolting in this head of imagination. It seems that I cannot unleash these emotions through physical actions… It has grown too heavy, so monstrous, I cant hold this.
To let loose these captive feelings free, in hope for a stable mind, and self satisfaction, I ask myself: Why does this obsession, still linger? Why havnt...
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"Deeds Done In The Dark," by Michael Felder
(via misterfelder)
I have killed millions of children… and it sucks to be able to stand up and proclaim my crime, but these children were MINE.
The fact that a person like me hasn’t been locked up yet confounds me to no end. And so, this third leg haunts me; to the point where free time is but a mere memory.
I can’t understand my desire, logically, but maybe if I choke my chicken enough it...
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A Tale, told by an Idiot…Signifying Nothing
We sit on your patio and smoke, blow our dreams out with the remnants of days wasted in sleep and dreams that are not stories, but images transposed on panic, terror, death, shot through the heart of the sun and out of a sneezing woman’s nose. I’ve let myself slip away; it’s been six months since I’ve held and job and twice that since I’ve gone to school. America, land of the free, home...
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SPECTRUM.
1.
Back to earth with you- you killed one night and now you think you’re the shit, but your feathers are ruffled and crusted over and the sun keeps climbing higher higher higher. You killed two birds with one pill but you left the nest unattended and the babies will peck out your eyes and eat the worms from your sad head. Back to earth, I say- your nostrils have cleared your throat has cleared...
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You are a miracle
I loved him, or at least thought I did. And then you came into the picture. I was questioning whether or not I did love who I thought I did. Because he talked to me for the first time in a long time that next day, and all I was thinking about was last night, and you. He walked out of my life, with no hurt, no regrets. You stepped in. My feelings for your aren’t as strong as they are for him....