[nocturnal]it's good to be back.
I have pictures i need to post and maybe even some poems I need to write.
who know what's coming this way.
something
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Sonnet 17The only person in my poems isn't you.Sonnet 17
It's because I love you
slow and steady, the round swell of each day rolling
into the next making my body move in this new strange way, this new mellow way that has me uncomfortable in this loping gate because my waves normally crash and foam along a pebbly beach instead of this
deep, deep calmness wrapping me up in your familiar habits, familiar ways, familiar smiles and you ask me
where did all your creativity go?
and I realize that the only person in my poems isn't you because I'm not choking on words to explain
by ~isthison
dance slowSlow dancing and the lights are dim, the T.V. flickering and I want to step on your feet our knees knocking and let my shoulders sink into your chest. I want to whisper I love you but my lips just move against your neckdance slow
instead, you make some joke and my fingers twitch nervously towards the light switch because I don't know how
to make my hip bones match yours, how to slot our ribs together and breathe easy.
I don't know how.
I don't know how to make my mind wander away with future me and you without
causing ventricul
by ~isthison
one four threeI think. I think about you, about your heartbeat, about your breathing, about your smell.one four three
I think about my day, about money, about school. I wonder about the weather, about plans, about your lips on my hair.
I think about what I'm going to tell you when you ask me what I'm thinking about.
I think about him. I think about him. I think about him.
I scold myself for thinking about him then kiss you and you ask what I'm thinking about.
So, I think about your hands; about your arms around my shoulder,
by ~isthison
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Treadby ~mtrutledge
Cigaretteby ~mtrutledge
Reasons for the WeekendBecause human nature zig-zagged in reverse from wand-waving mornings to night, plucking on harp-strings with bitten-down nails and mud-trudging through kitchen floors,Reasons for the Weekend
Because we ignored the blue neon signs that smiled Enter through the gates, and monkeyed up the glass walls instead, with the grace of a bullet-filled car,
Love grew a shadow, and splashed Friday with ink when he dived from a springboard of leather and wood--
but the spectators gave him nil out of ten, though Perfection had wrapped him in white.
Because human nature keeps sliding down
by ~arliddian
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- Interests: reading, writing, laughing
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- Favourite band or musician: currently: tegan and sara/ D.C.F.C./ The hush sound
- Favourite genre of music: everything except screamo
- Favourite poet or writer: Garth Nix, Dorothy Parker
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- Favourite game: twister, much?
- Favourite cartoon character: underdog!!!!
- Personal Quote: This is only skin deep, but there is skin all over me
- Tools of the Trade: whatever inspires
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I hear
your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.
-LeRoi Jones
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Voyez?
~FatBabyDave
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Her shrink said pain was a language.
One in which she had become very fluent.
I'm really glad you enjoyed that poem. It was a relief writing it.
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Her shrink said pain was a language.
One in which she had become very fluent.
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