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lullaby nouveau.i know a graveyard plenty riddled with pox scars, lousy with birdbaths.lullaby nouveau.
it is too soon after the rain for stripes, this time of year we get stuck remembering things like when that lake flickered wings out of me or i noticed a circle onto the
pads of my fingers so
when i touch you everyone knows me for you.
goddess lately so fickle so injured, you prideful scheme, these things i get stuck remembering you know, like when i knew a graveyard lousy with your fingerprints and there were no circles on them.
by ~iLISI
places worth growing up in.it doesn't help that i've been here, this place worth knowing or growing up in, it doesn't help at all. i am so proud a buddha, i need no temples or holy trees. people here, we dig the right graves our whole lives and we are all the right contentment, we fuck up and yet here we are, this place i say is worth. this is the second part of seventeen so we rent one year graves, we sit onplaces worth growing up in.
our hands and yell precious things up the stairs, we keep from falling, we keep from digging our lives up. we keep from talking through our fingers though sometimes not. it's the second part we learn about growing up in places
by ~iLISI
things worth learning.we come from careful places only steady, drop our eyes to keep the sour in. plant your feet, i say, but you,things worth learning.
hollow-cast catastrophe in stanza and story, defeated: you cry too much and you grow too fast just under the knees, your
legs only to make you tall.
we come from blue houses so slowly, the sidewalks trod black from ever before we get here.
by ~iLISI
love poem.she is sick into a poem, she on desert elbows, the tracks of her bones swearing gashes in wool blanketslove poem.
she bruises fingers on string butterflies, fashions mirrors of their twisted wire torsos
she is streets, foggy or hell-sacred and almost ready to be left, she some butchered queen
she is a sometimes mechanism,
she an eight-minute record, excessive and muddy with feelings
she violates the chrysalis,
she a cream-skinned queen yet child, she waits and waits.
by ~iLISI
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if i could be who you want,i've figured you out, as you are drawing letters for any girl who touches your heart, but not inside your thigh; a letter for a pair of breasts made for every installation of your alphabet;if i could be who you want,
a few curved lines or straw bones arrange into meanings,
condensing people into a penstroke for under a heartbeat.
you cannot bear to etch a full name, you cannot cry with seven letters beneath your breath, you cannot pretend a letter stands for something real, just the same as you cannot pretend it doesn't.
i have you drawn in black and wh
by *ohsostarryeyed
unconsciousmy sheets would not fit on my bed.unconscious
in my sleep, you rest your head
on my shoulder and it's comfortably awkward, realistic in just the way boxes
aren't squares, but rectangular prisms.
i dream of spiders crawling on my
sheets and pulling out your eyes. i have fifty headaches today,
fifty raps on my softened skull. i am a tiger,
striped and stripped and filled to the lips with jealous bile or blood.
the rain sounds like thunder, the thunder, an earthquake. i swear i love like head trauma- crowbar to the cra
by *ohsostarryeyed
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- Current Residence: a kingdom by the sea.
- Interests: breathing.
- Favourite movie: comedies. war documentaries.
- Favourite band or musician: you.
- Favourite genre of music: everything.
- Favourite artist: jess.
- Favourite poet or writer: poe. terry pratchett. o'brien. ben lerner. margaret atwood. richard brautigan.
- Favourite photographer: olivia. jessica. julia.
- Favourite style of art: all of them.
- Operating System: borrowed spleen.
- MP3 player of choice: iriver. zune.
- Shell of choice: turtle.
- Wallpaper of choice: paint > wallpaper any day.
- Skin of choice: mine.
- Favourite game: halo. every single one of them.
- Favourite gaming platform: xbox 360.
- Favourite cartoon character: calvin and hobbes.
- Personal Quote: écrasez l'infame
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i'm just a canvas paint all over me...
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( it'sgonnabealright )
concerning your new signature
let me be clear:
if you're pretending to be a poet
then i'm just pretending to pretend i'm a poet
and that's just confusing.
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They search for the method in our madness while we dare them to find the madness in our method.
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
[link]
^^
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I has a lovely purple band-aid. ^^
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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I has a lovely purple band-aid. ^^
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