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WrkInProgMy seat is so big.WrkInProg
The beige, fluffy pillows tenderly envelop. Cozy – where are we going? Just sit tight. She’s a beautiful skinny thing.
A floral skirt stops just short of the knee, light for summery weather.
Where are we going? It’s a surprise. Shiny walnut dash, bouncing reflections. The seat is so big.
My calves rest on the seat edge like when I’d sit in granddads old armchair.
Do you like this song? This song? Soft jazz. An alto saxophone. It weaves.
Yes? Um… Oh don’t worry I’ll change it.
Let me
by ~glastonburied
Tween LinesShe was mid-flow when he came in unannounced.Tween Lines
“What are you still doing here?”
She jerked round to face the door.
“Ah I, I don’t know, just am. Just finishing up.
Actually, I was about to go, so…”
She had to be there. It was deadly important she resolved this part. It was deadly important she marked the load today. It was deadly important.
He looked across the screen; his eyes followed the curves of her static design then flickered left to right quickly as if scan reading.
Where are his hands? He lifted one to his chin and squeezed his bottom li
by ~glastonburied
My right armOne day a man cut off my right arm. It was sawn in a brutal fashion through sinews and ligaments, halfway between my shoulder and elbow. The toothed metal tore into the wet tissue, simultaneously ripping apart and meshing chunks together with splinters of my humerus.My right arm
Sometimes even now I wake in a terror-fuelled sweat, my eyes bleary my cheeks hot and sore. I sit up in bed and weep for that momentary paralysis. I sit up in bed and weep for my loss.
Following this experience I developed a condition attributed to physical severing known in the medical profession as a phantom limb. Th
by ~glastonburied
pressure shiftPressure shifts, creeks imperfect glass ajar, And rolling, lifts, twists the sodden paper, That hadn’t uttered before ears too far, In case. In case prevailing way’s safer. Conversation ensues: “Allo, alas, A marmot, I scant, devil I don’t do!” “Hello mais adieu, ‘pologies I pass, Howling wind’s calling my fingers to move.” “Yes of course, please excuse my carelessness, Needs must, I too should listen” and yet “I,” “I too, it’s been brimming banterfulness, So to the wabe! Another time, I fly.”pressure shift
by ~glastonburied
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I-Ching EyePeople discard poetry How can they? Before they have even Served A sentence? Cast aside without Repentance And then there’s aI-Ching Eye
Guidance To other darker Lines About a fourth war fought With sticks and stones A relentless distress The sum of drumming on bones Written in powder Like the arcane tomes. They make us believe They’ve got keys to our homes.
by =Spamuel
"This Wind, This Wind"This wind, this wind, blows on and on, Through every twist and bend, The dust picks up, the trees go bare, And life comes to an end."This Wind, This Wind"
I walk along this hazy road, The shadows guide my way, So dark my path, the only light Are mem’ries of that day.
The breeze comes forth, and on its heel, A grisly, slinking tone, And every rustle from the trees Reminds that I’m alone.
Alone, al
by ~Yaanon
Leaves of GlassThe sky is October blue, but still not deep enough to match your eyes, and the sun not bright enough to warm my heart.Leaves of Glass
Cold winter winds wait to blow,
but for now all is fire. Sunset colors on every tree,
floating in the air to land around me- like the flowers that fell in our hair last spring.
Petals so soft, they felt like white feathers, and you picked every one out of my braid- but I think you only bothered so you could get close enough to steal those kisses.
As if you needed an excuse.
I have rainbow fragments in my ha
by =nevergetfooledagain
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- Current Residence: UK
- Interests: marmite, kisses, wishes, facesintheclouds
- Favourite movie: withnail and i
- Favourite band or musician: BoC, radiohead, lemonjelly, rjd2, philipglass
- Favourite genre of music: music that doesnt fall into boxes
- Favourite artist: dalí, klimt, schiele, etc
- Favourite poet or writer: poe, saki, lewis carroll, shakespeare etc
- Favourite photographer: ed weston, tracy emin
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- Favourite game: ones of the mind, upto and including FFVII, oblivion, harvest moon
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she paints her lips red and//tap dances across black tarred roads//with an idea in her mind that this is//what beautiful feels like
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"You seduce the English language and use it for your own sordid ends."
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So that is how I learned the lesson that everyones alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever gonna grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song
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=-beware the jabberwock-=
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So that is how I learned the lesson that everyones alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever gonna grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song
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