so this is how it ends and begins and ends againwhere am i and have you seen my brain?
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The dissolution of a wantedin consistent fashion i am the last to know how i'm so attracted to you became you seem interesting and i think i'm interesting so why don't we hang out became i don't think you understand i pay for everything i don't think you understand did you even appreciate toronto do you even save the flowers i give you do you do you i do,The dissolution of a wanted
i say, but i am so busy being angry
that all he hears is the sound of dinosaur bones.
he brings this up because four hours is such a killer. i don't notice because that's as long as one of my work shifts which goes by quickly without muc
by ~envygrrl
the vanishing ptevery aspect is another side dusting it off dusting it off youthe vanishing pt
delivered her and it was fine fine fine and she was busy carving ivory
out of elephants ribcages are like pianos but she played yours like a drum. sometimes you listen to the music and drink you expensive dry red wine imagining sangrias in st. tropez in a different time back when boys were boys and you could forget about the lack of love in your life.
and what is dining what is celebrating when your half-crooked smile slips slowly down deranged aching in its symmetry you
owe it that much they say. ev
by ~envygrrl
6 Funeralsthere's beauty in the breakdown6 Funerals
--frou frou, let go
does he have to love you for it to matter romeo and juliet broke hearts breaking to pieces you thought you had the play so well figured out contorted despite our symmetry your unconventional nature the ribs the lips the tide of your hips overflowing speaking japanese was a heart a hand and the keeping of the two
you tried to think of something deep to say gertrude stein in her making of a miracle through secondhand lions
you raged through the prisonyard like a former convict
can't decid
by ~envygrrl
It was the Perfect Alibii loved you: so what metal garbage cans lighting up the alleys in a fluorescent city that never sleeps kick your head back astrid and wear the turquoise ring the way you leap down the holes in the streets you always knew so wellIt was the Perfect Alibi
winning by mudslinging and they thought people would think
ever so highly of them
burning burning burning up against the chambers of a dozen hearts you have so much time left but THERE'S ALL THESE THINGS to contemplate commiserate open-faced letting the time stroll by the legs of a clock, their faces on the television holding each other hostage like victim
by ~envygrrl
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Desideratum of MistakesCigarettes are my vice.Desideratum of Mistakes
I smuggle them between my lips usually choking halfway into the hit, dragging in too much of what shouldn't even exist because I know he would have called if he needed me.
The chime never tinged my face to make promise from a week of sickness, but
I turn my own stomach these days.
I pick at each grainy scab, reopen every dare into the delta of my brain only to resurrect another of my ghosts.
They file along ominously to the jumping beats, sporadically undertoning my
by ~ibleedpoetry
eulogy for the undyingi wore white silk and virgin daises to yesterday's funeral, and gave a sort-of smile as we lowered the toybox casket of hip bones and warm thighs, of doc martin's and mary jane, of too-clumsy hands fumbling for a light--eulogy for the undying
the hum of young bodies inhaling lovers' breath and exhaling cigarette smoke was consumed by the swell of the earth, and day was still, silent.
but the flickering of your cocksure flame as it reached for the butt end of a post-sex cigarette resurected the songs of the newly buried,
and i heard the sounds of chi
by ~desaparecidita
Dark4 by ZerOneby ~zero1
SimpletonA tinkling of twinkleSimpleton
while dancing with fantasia. His rocking boat eyes, swing swing over the water
like a merman lullaby and We sleep,
swing swinging,
dreaming of huckleberries
and strawberry milkshakes; our sweet tooth aching\'s traveling down
traveling down.
A tinkling of phantom pleasure; simpleton smells in the summer breeze. A gas take dripping
under open cork screw.
How can you say, you are not simply wonderful?
Our simpleton, swing swinging, In the oceans sing-song sing along
by ~-blackscarling-
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- Current Residence: It begins with palm lines.
- Interests: Writing haikus at 2am
- Favourite movie: GirlInterrupted.RealityBites.TheHours
- Favourite band or musician: Tori Amos and a slew of others
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative, Jazz, Rock, Swing, Emo, etc
- Favourite artist: Emily Carr, Monet, Durer, Goya, Picasso
- Favourite poet or writer: Ezra Pound, Sylvia Plath, Ginsberg
- Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams, Troubled, McMain
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- Favourite cartoon character: Daria
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Happiness, by
The Interview, by
Rusting Bridges of Suburbia, by
So, I did some peruzing, and earthed up these three pieces.
Happiness is beautiful in its own simplicity, and has a subtle kick to it that I find lacking in a lot of reading these days.
The Interview is an interesting little for-the-stage piece that I found myself cracking up over, all over the place. There's some great humor and dialogue going on here, as well as some great subtle toss-ins for the actors to experiment with. Something I would love to see performed.
While Rusting Bridges of Suburbia might be a little ho-hum subject-wise, the rhythm and control of meter that ~ honestbrutality has accomplished here is impeccable. It takes a lot of practice and a lot of control of vocabulary to get a good rhythm in a slam piece these days, and it's done beautifully here.
Get writing, fuckos. *jesusbite
It makes me feel really good.
And I really appreciate it.
I will continue to do my best and to not disappoint you.
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