Some Things Never ChangeGot a crop of new pieces thrown out there, enjoy. And I'll be looking in on your new stuff too.
We is all of us unsane. Check that marble drifting cakebomb taurus, if you presto.
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Ballad TimeThe ballad time has just begun The bass exhaling in our hair The steady breathing of the drumBallad Time
The solid darkness of the air Inhales the words as they are sung The bass exhaling in our hair
The world fills with a molten hum The floor under the dancers' feet Exhales the words as they are sung
There's a moment when our fingers meet Hearts fluid, lifted off the ground No floor under the dancers' feet
The waxen room is coming down The seconds dripping down the walls Liquid souls pooling on the ground
The air shimmers, quicke
by ~disordinated
Heather in PicturesShe has a voice like cold silver grazing bare skin; it's an absinthe sound. And that whispering,airy quality: feathers on glass.Heather in Pictures
Her hair, shadow black, a university of trellises low and steel in the moon, her eyes a shattering of icicles.
We made, and toasted, and leaned on that frail purpose like toads, tongues firing, flames welling up from beneath our seats: this was outside time.
Then I was laid back in her flame, her orange Oz, and she swam around me like a pretty yellow hurricane; I was water. &nb
by ~disordinated
Instead of Birdswhen my right hand crosses over my left, instead of birds I think of your wings, your deft,Instead of Birds
fluttering isolation, whose think is patterned after gorgeous towers in tapestry, flattened
on the wall or draped over the back of a chair, waiting for a hanging, hand gliding in your hair,
twirling it on your finger, your lips blooming as your gaze strings me up, from across the room.
by ~disordinated
Clam Chowder DayIt just isn't a clam chowder day.Clam Chowder Day
Not that I shouldn't have ordered it, or that the alternative was better or anything so
small as that. It's that it thickened as I looked, there just outside the grasp of the sun
on the table, the parsley forlorn and desperate, when everyone was laughing.
by ~disordinated
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Haiku Regarding My New PenPen I have in hand Like black blood on clean paper Spilt words on white snowHaiku Regarding My New Pen
by ~writingmiles
Euphoric WasteEuphoric Waste
Euphoric Waste
With innocent taste I feel the euphoric waste dripping down my throat.
by ~miss-conception
Eulogy for Mr. FlyHow time does fly by-- To my dearest Mister Fly, I sing lullabies.Eulogy for Mr. Fly
by ~usagiblock
That Night, You DancedHow cliché you wereThat Night, You Danced
My darling, To tilt your head back willingly And let the silver shards caress your neck To bathe under the dryness of his breath And taste the salty residue of his ache
Unable to cry after the fading daylight died…
Different colors made of tears Now illuminate our candle-lighten lane Where our footsteps burned our tracks into the ground We left inside the cavern of his heart
A willow never weeped so sweetly…
I watched it all, Your backyard transform into graveyard While you sang in the wind from a willow tree &n
by ~FireSoulPhoenix
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your work gives me a literary heart attack
its like if e.e. cummings and richard brautigan got together and decided to write together.
Your glad that you found my poetry?
Im glad I found yours!
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For your sake I hope heaven and hell are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath. -Modest Mouse
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Live before it's too late
Amicus certus in re incerta cernitur.
visit my Wicked-Stock --> ~wicked-stock
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For your sake I hope heaven and hell are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath. -Modest Mouse
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all art is quite useless.
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I've just freed the fiend from the clutches of the beautiful princess... Now it's time to rescue dragons and slay virgins.
Keep it up.
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You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
fuck it.
my sexy face is
happy in your space.
thanks for making it so
:lips:
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