December 2011
49 posts
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The American Dream
Lace up, snort your occasional cocaine, flutter around my soul, with your puff puff pass attitude, use me, abuse me, foolish me, I rot around your finger, that I so willingly wrapped myself around, and your drug the world, and my drug you, I admit, I’m so falling into your so called American Dream
your breast pressed against mine, like two hands to pray, God can’t save us tonight…
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I Like You When You Are Quiet
lalaladis:
I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent, and you hear me from far away, and my voice does not touch you. It looks as though your eyes had flown away and it looks as if a kiss had sealed your mouth.
Like all things are full of my soul You emerge from the things, full of my soul. Dream butterfly, you look like my soul, and you look like a melancoly word.
...
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Red Queen
fuckmewith-words:
I think I miss you, your raspy tone, like music to my ears, let me crawl in between the clef notes of your spine and rock me gently, I kind of fell for you, or maybe the thought of your skin and against mine excited me, I didn’t ask for much, only your ruby thick strands curled around my finger tips, hold on tight and let me mind fuck you
Quiet
secretedsins:
Quiet. Muffled, receding voices trail off; fading, distant, the din of life, settling to soft murmurs, to
Quiet. Sounds cede to still silence; as daylight dims to dusk, then darkness.
Alone, as always is the case behind eyes so kind, hid within the void of a gentle mind, he hears it again— the first sound, the last sound, the constant to which his life was timed, his...
“i can smell a manipulative person, down the street, around the corner”
– The Red Queen
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hip hop killed the poetry star
with simple metaphors, played out words, a rhyme to this, a lie about that, and now her head spins, attempting to rekindle the flames once lit, a rapper would roll that line in a swisher and smoke that shit to the filter, hip hop killed the poetry star, with a glock to the brain, long live she, long live poetry
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our love is as deep as shallow water…
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the devil tried to bless me -Justin Nozuka
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music, tends to puts its arms around me, cuddle me into clef notes, kisses me my lips in rhythm, makes my heart skip beats, and it takes two steps usually to get me out of the slumber i fall into, and there are nights, when i lay trembling with a fear, and resentment i’ve built for myself and music rests its head delicately on this chest and falls asleep next to me, and we rock the night...
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“…and I get the feeling in the
park now, that silence is a person...”
– City of Night -John Rechy
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I
am as broken as brittle bones,
beaten down by life’s hammer,
I am bruised, my skin tainted,
black and blue, I am an addict, addicted to
her flesh, pop one, pop two, I am lost, too lost,
to be found, swimming in pain, choking on false hope,
I am as broken
as brittle bones,
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Separated
Despite the loathe I’m carrying right now, my heart
is reaching for your hand,
do you feel me?
It is inevitable the things
we’ll go thru,
I’ll let the wind blow me
back to you…
I’m not that interesting….I swear
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I asked myself could I ever be like my mother. She, took care of my grandfather till his death. He was an abusive father mentally and physically, but she pushed all that aside and took care of him. I always asked her why, why she always did for him when he treats her like shit. And she of course said to me, “the Bible says to ‘honor thy mother and thy father and your days shall be long...
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Anna Marie:
she cut herself today, on a chain link fence, bled all over her fresh new sneakers, some old school chucks, play ground stains at the bottom, she held her blunt in between her chapped lips, “I told ya, love, I’s a fucking fool” …she took a long draw and closed her eyes, “anotha day in da life she says,” the blood falling from her finger, she wipes it...
i love black and white photos
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Matilde, where are you? Down there I noticed, under my necktie and just above the heart, a certain pang of grief between the ribs, you were gone that quickly. I needed the light of your energy, I looked around, devouring hope. I watched the void without you that is like a house, nothing left but tragic windows. Out of sheer taciturnity the ceiling listens to the fall of the ancient...
drown with me
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She came to me in sleep, dreamer in a nightmare, drenched by my soul’s tears, her beauty dressed in white, and she spoke of refulgence, drifted toward me, your pain a tongue that licks surface of the sea, she, had sympathy of me, and told me of journeys long traveled, wars she fought, and lost, i asked her, reluctant for the response, if she: “ever thought of me?”
and before...
“The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and...”
– Edgar Allan Poe, Ulalume (via thineandthee)
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Sugar Love
Sugar from trees, blood from these, I taste you in these words.
I love you in this poetry, and you fall over me,
into me, I step into heaven, when I fuck you, I come for you,
Like rain fallen into oceans, we are one, salt water blue seas,
My heart, my depth of soul, you are my me
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I confess, I’m addicted to Zelda
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House of Cards
Abandoned souls, left to fall to rubble, like homes left for the earth to inhale to its core, broken windows, dirty floors, if these walls only could speak, but their lips, stained in blood, tremble with angst, and these hands clean, but skin rots beneath these finger nails, you slumber, memories of afflicted nights, I taste as a chew my nails till the flesh bleeds, I taste your sorrow from that...
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Tears of a Clown
I find myself crying,
dripping ugly into a beautiful
moment, and no one lays eyes
on me, they speak to me,
though I can barely utter a word from my mouth, and
by pass me, as I pass tears
from cheek to the street, using
the wind as a tissue,
I cry for pain, and life
laughs at me…
arguments over who is a poet and who isn’t a poet… is stupid.
go have some sex and eat some turkey you lames…
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Writing a novel is a headache in itself. Don’t get me wrong it’s a headache I don’t mind having. My protagonist is being brought to life easily, but it makes me question somethings about myself.
I feel like I’m writing about me… instead of some made up character who fears loneliness so she loves the first thing that falls at her feet.
Am I woman that loves cause I...
“Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is.”
– Albert Camus
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I could write about your beauty….only if this pens ink never ran out
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lately you’ve had
a temporary home in
my mind, you’re like a drug
I try to find an excuse to
use,
subliminally, this, is my plea
can you bring your drug
and I’ll bring my pain?
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#Hashtag
you’re some kind of a
big deal, I want the world
to be aware of what we got
going, I want to spend
another three, six, five,
with you,
our time is priceless
let’s be a trend for others to
admire
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we left our footprints to melt in the snow, the night held us hostage, the dark, we called home, and for one moment, we were free
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“You make love because of love; instead we fuck”
– Noura
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what is between the love and lust?
I’m content with a life words. Books on the floor and a type writer in the middle of it all. I don’t mind the long nights staying awake; writing till my eyes get tired.
i’m so cool with this shit…
pavorst:
I am allowed to love someone who I have never met. Even if I’ve never seen them before, I can yearn. I am allowed to love something more than skin. What I love most is a person’s thoughts. They mean more than anything.
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i write to get closer to you, only if
you knew how complex it is, to write a few lines
scribble down thoughts i drown in, you daily, there’s this
urge, that irks my nerves, a jones that yanks at my bones
& then there’s this a poem, or a puzzle that is
robbed of its pieces you are the crack the pipe, let me
smoke you for a while, get lost in you for a while,
stop writing...
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I slept in the airport when I arrived in Italy for about three hours. It made me feel miserable and out of place. I move around a lot. Only because I’m truly never satisfied. I was excited about visiting my family here for Christmas and new years, but once I left the states I felt sick. I don’t know what to do with myself. After this, I’ll be back in New York. From there, who...
California Dreamin'
fuckmewithwordss:
The sun’s mass reflects off the body of the ocean, and my silhouette becomes a lost cause floating away in tidal waves, inundated in the cool, calm, and collective-ness of a day birthed and now meeting its demise, the wind, oh, it offers up gentle kiss, I could stay here, imprisoned in the beauty of it all, pinch to see if I’m dreaming, shit, catch me if I may fall
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Bits of A Piece, of a piece, of a piece
i am just a bit of a piece from a larger piece that came from a smaller piece and that bit, from a larger piece, of a jagged piece, that fell from a soft piece, that hit the ground and broke into pieces, i am just a piece of a piece that came from a piece of a once whole heart. . .
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an artistic meeting with two lone souls would complete this puzzle that that seemed to void of something, maybe it’s you, your poetry, your creative mind, create love here, on me, touch me there, tonight my love, let us collaborate, let us fall into one another, i drown in you, you are like the thickness of honey, the sweetness of sweet, and alas, i have you, and i have to thank for having...
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fear
do you miss me
like silence longs a voice,
an echo, a cry,
trepidation trembles in this
hollow mind,whimpers and
drips like water falling from a faucet
to it’s demise,
meet me in clearness of the
ocean and let’s ebb and flow
drown me, wet me,
can you love me more than
the stars love the moon?
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maybe I am alone in this,
these tortured emotions tend
growl in the pit of
of my soul,
a never ending conflict on the
rise….
rummaging through
shredded thoughts of us, I am weak
and ashamed, the humiliation is
makeup on a restless face…
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he always forgets his
coffee, Folgers, a bit of
sugar, cream,
the tall, pale, blue eyed
man,
all that time taken to
perfect such a drug to
feed his addiction, only
to forget….
I am in between two books…
“Just After Sunset” -Stephen King
&
“The Great God Pan” -Arthur Machen
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I feel jaded
Tired of wanting and not getting. Patience is like a death sentence to my sexual appetite. A firing squad to my vagina…
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you fall on me
hard in sync with the
beating of my heart, you got a
bad ass rhythm,
I dance to you,
on you, against you,
you send me off, staggering,
wondering, lost in ecstasy,
drunk off of your lips,
and missing sex scented hugs,
I stand under black clouds,
wet, I can feel moving on me,
pardon my French,
but it’s been too long, this
fuck session of ours is overdue…
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I
think my
fantasies conflict with
my reality how come
we can’t scratch the surface
of this?
a tangent affair,
one night, and like smoke after
it’s released from its holders lips, we’ll linger in a river of our own….
misery,
always seems to fuck me
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Lone-Her
-1-
my silence is poverty, no hope to be gotten, on days when the trees are bending in the wind, and the sun is forever watchful, I’m lost…. tis another day in the life
-2-
there’s twelve squares drawn on the sidewalk the leaves have covered the first three, their numbers drawn in chalk, 1, 2, 3 and she throws a rock it lands in square 10 and she finds strength in her six...