August 2011
120 posts
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You’ve an odd way of
showing the world just
how much you care
about the rotation of its neck.
While it bends over backwards
and spins on its heel to keep
your organs in place and
your spirits intact, you concern
yourself with whether or not
you can steal enough of her memories
to burn away the rest of the
sunlight you’ve been provided.
You’ve a funny way of showing...
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I bite the heads from
clouds and watch them bleed out rain-
drops unto the ground.
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Melting On a Summers Day
There I sat, hoisted
over an open flame,
hanging by a thread
of realities wicked charm.
Wand’ring over the
tongues and kisses
of hell’s fire,
I find
that I
can
only fade
into the
heart of the
smoke when I
hold my head above
the water line and
swallow my pride in
the chasms of solitude.
I can’t wrap my head around it.
I can’t quite grasp this concept between my palms.
A liar and a fool are plotting against my throne.
And yet they succeed in setting fire to my
every word. As if thatched roofs and pretty wooden
spoons were enough to keep them satisfied.
But even then, you give a little and lose
a hell of a lot more.
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For Dearest Lilly,
A Mother to the fallen,
a daughter to the wicked.
Born of illness and ill conceived
wishes, yet beauty lives on
through her flesh and her soul.
Swollen eyes and a stolid liver,
perforated veins bleeding out
the essence of her soul through
her fingertips and her vocal chords
and she speaks and scribbles
her verses on the blank parchment
of our fertile minds, yearning for
her latest...
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Petals Drop to Their Beds
I fear as though I’ve made a grave mistake.
My misfortune shall be compounded by this terrible position
in which I have been placed.
It appears, that I have allowed the spirits
wand’ring o’er gentle plains
to entreat me to allow them
entry into my wilting soul. But my petals
are fortuitous and true, and their
intentions as generous as a wanton mornings
dew. They fall...
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Eviscerated.
Gutted and left for dead;
my innards scattered and awry
like a summers sunset peering its
head through the mess of clouds
laying lifeless in the sky.
She said she’d make me smile
if it took all night.
She said she’d make me smile
even if she had to sequester my life
from my tongue and think my thoughts
out until they’ve run dry of blood
to pump through sentences...
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Its as if I’ve never spoken a word in your direction.
You hear what you want to hear,
live the life you wish to live.
Yet you disregard the world around you
when you see nothing but your fears.
I’ll spend my days talking in smoke signals
and drawing my name in chalk on the
canvas of the ocean waves reeling your
narrow mind to shore. So when the dust left behind
catches up with...
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What does it take..
To be satisfied with what you have?
To live in the moment but plan for the future?
To respect the ideals we preach?
To just be, under any circumstance?
Why do we feel the need to concern ourselves
with the fantasies we will never fulfill, the love
we ardently seek but never find anywhere
but within ourselves? What does it take
to simply be content with who we are?
To not falter in...
that-will-not-get-me-home-deact asked: Steve. Huya. :3 I have not asked you a question in a while. So I'll go with a typical one. If you could have dinner with any 5 people in the world, who would they be? Don't forget to say why. :3
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Our Footprints littered in the snow
like newspaper clippings.
Stories of you, me, the world,
and nothing more, traced with
frostbitten pen tips in the tundra.
Anecdotes of better times heralded
with witty headlines are left behind,
swallowed by the frozen fingers of
the unforgiving cold. Our best years
are behind us, consumed by the
winters grips. The snow gathers
around the porch, we...
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I’ve been whispering my hymns
into my pillow case for years now,
burying my head in the songbirds
chagrin.I’ve been Singing away my
sorrows into the welcoming hands
of the night, while locking up the
sheet music in the prison beneath
my bed. But in dreams I find that
the soundtrack I’ve designed only
haunts and guides the events that
unfold before my restless eyes.
...
Anonymous asked: I think I want to marry you.
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The ghosts.
They empty.
Their lungs.
Unto my.
Palms, face.
Up to.
The sky.
In remorse.
For my sins. But the ghosts, they claw at my eyes.
They cry into the night. They beat at my gates and beckon me
to leave the comfort of my skin. They leave me barren,
pillage my soul of all that is clean. They steal my thoughts,
my hope, my dreams, they steal every piece of me.
All I can do is...
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Dancing through gunfire
a hailstorm of bullets
doused in poisonous retorts.
Your heart pumps out lead
fired from your irascible tongue
shooting thousands of insults
per minute towards my unarmed
demeanor. My hands are up high
and reaching for a grip in the clouds
as I tip toe around bullet shells,
desperately avoiding the very
sting of your fangs against my
bare flesh. Have mercy,...
Anonymous asked: You inspire me.
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Cradling youth
in shopping bags
and holding our feet
to the ground with twist ties.
Shaping wings from
clay and dancing in the rain
so when we can no
longer lift our heads from
the ground with
makeshift engines, we
can blame it on nature
for soaking us in regret.
We cannot exist
without materials
to distract us from what we
truly lack;
Souls confined to skin.
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Through Night and Day
We wander
through night
and day, spending
sanity on
bubble wrap.
Protecting our
ears from bursting
with truth
when the hands
of time and circumstance
strangle the
lies from our
complicit throats.
But no plastic
can defend against
blood curdling screams.
The little boys who cry
lone wolf will forever
be ashamed.
Through night and day
we wander,
in search of ourselves
in...
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Its a Got Damn Hurr'cane
Today the winds whistle by
the soft coos of a funeral;
storm clouds grinding against
one another as the blood shed
from virulent abrasions on the
skin of the atmosphere falls
weightlessly to the ground,
carrying chaos on their backs.
The tempest brews and its
ferocious howl cackles into the
night, as the spiraling thoughts
of a mad man brew the largest
instance of clouds opening...
With that I bid Thee Adieu
Blood drips from my teeth,
Starved and deprived of my prey.
My claws rattle and my bones shake,
I’ve set off to conquer a soul today.
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Blackened flowers tucked in her curls,
sprouting from her ashy scalp like a beanstalk
to scrape my brain matter off the underbelly
of the landscape of clouds.
She donned a dress shaped like cascading waves
carved from the marble tears of God’s
unknown, clinging to her thighs like
cellophane wrap, preserving the innocent
stones tumbling through her shallow veins.
She had the eyes...
Someone message me something mean.
Please, destroy my ego.
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It would be my luck
to catch Narcissus on
a fishing line with a hook
lodged in his throat.
While pulling him ashore
from his watery grave I’ve
removed the layers of skin
separating his soul from its
only source of power;
the force of his words as
they are shot from the depths
of his innards. But in removing
this diction, I’ve found they have
infected me, exchanging...
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Your taste lingers on my lips,
crushed and skewered with every
bite I take that I cannot chew.
I smell you, buried in the fabrics
of my skin draped over my hollow spine.
I feel you brooding, crawling beneath
my fibers in search of what you couldn’t
find in my breath.
I see you hauling your burdens like
a harvester by mid summers harvest,
yielding the failures of a bitter winter.
...
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A ghostly silhouette strikes his tempered fists
on my bedroom window, carving his name into
the mosquito screen by gently grazing his fingertips
about the crossed wire. His impugning stare pierce
through the dry wall and fire needles of memories
long gone and past down my shivering spine.
Eyes the color of opal stones, pacing back
and forth between the foot of the bed
and the knife on...
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Cleanliness implies emptiness;
when we are satisfied with how
orderly our lives have become
we cease to expand our tastes
in experiences to collect
on our dusty floors.
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The clamor of cold hands
rattling like tectonic plates
signaling the motions for
a change in scenery; their
fingers press together in
silent applause for the
newly indoctrinated few who
have fallen victim to times
eternally paradoxical arc
over the patterned and colored
strings of reality. In order for
these cosmic tendons to condense
and acclimate themselves with
their expansion...
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Anonymous asked: Are you afraid of your feelings for anybody?
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I've run out of inspiration.
My tongue is dry
and my throat is parched,
as I’ve sweated out every
last bit of insecurities and emotions
traditionally expressed through
the fearless medium of the righteous pen.
Forgive me, for being silent. But I have nothing
left to say. I will soon return with words overflowing
from my pores, but for now I must rest my
sore joints and expunge the pressure built up
between...
Anonymous asked: Your words are meaningless unless they are backed by pen and paper. The keyboard though, is not mightier than the sword. Could you post your writing as photos written on paper so that I can marvel at your creations transfered directly from the ink stick in your hand to the paper of which you'll take a photograph?
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I’m no saint, no philosopher, and certainly no wise man.
But I have learned enough to know that you’ll be more than lucky
to find someone truly hanging onto your every word. I’d like to say
I’m capable but I know I’m nothing better than the rest of us.
We are concerned with others as often as we are concerned
with the environment around us, and we’d be...
From this point on,
I consider myself a
micro managing genius
of social interactions.
Because even under the guise
of connection and sincerity
I still find a way to explain
that I do not exist in the present
long enough to be chained
to your words. I cannot
listen to what you say but I
can hear the echoes of your voice
reflecting from my cranial walls.
You struggle to catch up
to...
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Love left a letter in the mailbox downtown,
whistling all the way to the post office
while clicking its heels relishing over its
gleeful scribbling across a letters blanched face.
She liquefied her kisses into a molten mixture
of dark red ink and white wine and dipped her
fingertips into the well to begin painting her
cheers on the wrinkled paper. She lost her
signature beneath her runny...
I’m afraid I’ve left a bitter taste
in the mouths of those who have
indulged themselves in the flavors
of my soul. Arrogant, boastful,
vindictive, self loathing, self serving,
self destructive, self preserving.
The tastes of a mind beset by
it’s own pungent aromas of poignant
reminders of how fruitlessly earnest
it will never be. They stain the lips
of those I trust...
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I know not of limitation or hindrance, only apathy and carelessness.
For I am capable of throwing a lasso made of clouds to reel stars into
my grasp and grinding down my catch to star dust and passion, and
forge my newfound ashes into diamonds to be worn around my neck
as trophies of my utter success. I am impeded by my own doubts;
and I’m only hesitant to conquer circumstance because...
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My heart is better
off cradled by someone worth
the pain of shedding
back excess skin; Someone who
can appreciate my growth.
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If you don’t know where you’ve been
or where you intend on going,
how can you say you want to be
somewhere else? Perhaps you’ve
never been anywhere to begin with.
Or perhaps you’re unsatisfied with never
existing outside of nothings meager scale
of duality. But existence, while finite, can
not be measured in the black and white.
There are no units for existing,...
Only the fool who covets the damned and vilifies the righteous will walk the burning coal roads unto the endless sunset. But, therein lay the struggle of differentiating between what is lucrative to yourself, and lucrative to others, and furthermore which is morally correct.
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‘Been biting my tongue
for as long as my memory
will serve my purposes,
bridling what little worth
I have from coming to terms
with its placement in this
universe. As far back as
I’m willing to pull my eyelids
I can see the stains of time
resting like lipstick marks on
my collar, etched into the
spiraling capillaries overflowing
with memories. But I keep
them wired shut;...
I haven't slept in almost two days now.
I used to find safety in my bed sheets.
Now all I see are monsters swimming
between the cool blue waves of creased
linens strangling my arms and legs.
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Where were you when the
walls of Rome collapsed around
their sweet forgers?
High atop your throne of gold,
or relaxing in hell’s springs?
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I think I’ve earned the right to cry like the clouds.
Never too often, but often just enough.
Well placed tears to douse the landscape
and drench its inhabitants
before they can abuse the privilege
of being showered with sunlight.
That’s not to say I’m here to be
the harbinger of what you’d rather not hear;
I’d prefer the moniker of the equalizing storm
to...
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The Shallows of Styx
Step out from the thin veils of darkness,
emerging from the eternal forest of sorrow.
Slowly dragging heavy feet through the underbrush,
sticks and insects snared along the way by curled
toenails sharpened like razor blades by the limitless faces
painted on the rocks beneath.
There he approaches the valley of death;
softly speaking his name through the sound of
waves colliding with their...
