February 2012
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Funeral
I hope no one attends my funeral because I won’t even be there.
Anonymous asked: you should only buy gifts for your mother, that's what i say
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Gift Giving
I bought you a gift yesterday
I was contemplating all the ways to give it to you.
The smile that would come across your face,
but then I threw it away-
I can’t bare another fake smile.
Anonymous asked: You seem to be a great person! Following for sure =D Have a nice day, take care (:
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I love you Grandpa
I don’t know what to say. I can’t help but smile, funnel my tears down my face. I can’t help but look up, for an answer, one that will never come. I want angels to drop me a ladder, so I can climb forever. I want to get back something that has left me. I want to steal it and bring it back to Earth, so I can hide it in my heart. I’m heartless though. I’m sure I would...
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Stargazing
I laid on the ground today, and realized rock-bottom wasn’t that bad.
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Conflagration
Dear God,
Could you send me one million dollars?
I need something to start a fire.
Some tinder,
To burn all these bridges.
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Attention Whore
I wish I could marry poetry,
tell it what to do
so it would make me smile
and give me a back rub.
However,
poetry doesn’t fall in love
it comes and goes
it fucks me then leaves
without saying goodbye.
Anonymous asked: you're cute :)
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Socks
I used to believe in love
I used to pair my socks
until I lost a few
now I wear one at at time.
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Monster
I saw a monster sitting on a park bench. She was crying. Her mouth was stained in blood, gaping wide. She was wheezing, exhaling all the lovers she’s ever had. I told her not to cry, that life gets better. She shook her head in disbelief. She reinforced her savage nature by growling at me. I asked her, I said, “Monster! Why are you crying?” She closed her eyes trying to become...
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Case Study
I’ve packed a suitcase
it’s under my bed
with everything I need to be free
-just in case.
I have a pony
in my backyard
and a testemony
that i’m not insane
-just in case.
I’ve trained her to
jump fences
and just keep galloping.
I’ve shined a spot on my desk
one you always glance over
perfect for a note
-just in case.
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Pessimism
Everyone in my mind,
walks on the ceiling,
so when they smile
they really frown
when they look up
they really are looking
down.
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“Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder, ‘Why, why,...”
– Kurt Vonnegut (Cat’s Cradle)
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I'm bad with titles.: Carburetor. →
fortheloveofcontradictions:
There’s a reason why I drive in the fast lane. Good vibes don’t go unnoticed in our exchange of highway pleasantries. I’ll take your fuel and pour it all over this engine, fire across these lanes, I don’t give a damn. The sweetest of fresh fruit to feed my appetite as I make my way across your…
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Lifeguard
If you told me “I’m drowing!” gasping for air, flailing about eyes focused on hope-
but you broke the chord
intertwined with trust.
You pissed in the water
so diluted you’re unable
to see the bottom.
Mouth full of chemicals
to kill the genuineness
of the water you bask in.
This isn’t the Titanic
I have no loving words of departure.
As you sink, dense with...
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Mediocre
I’ve been chasing a masterpiece for a while now. It is always two wings ahead. I say “wings” because my masterpiece flies, while I chase on foot. It glides above my neural fibers, orbiting my brain like a fiery comet. It causes my head to ache as fragments drop like hail stones. I can’t describe it as a UFO because I’ve thoroughly identified it. It sits as a lollipop...
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We Only Have What We Remember: Sincerely,... →
misterschroedel:
Collaboration with callmeshea (he is in italics)
Dear Dad,
You weigh heavy on this Earth
with icy veins and a granite heart.
I flew the kite you got me
then let it go…
Hours of trying on your costume,
but yellow just isn’t my color.
Oh the futile wheel I was running on.
The…
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“But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your...”
– (via onemistymorning)
-W.B. Yeats
One of my favorites
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“Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.”
– E. B. White
Anonymous asked: it is in your best interest to manifest things with your hands. maybe a revolution, an uprising. maybe the combing of the wind. the production of footsteps. this is the change. it is not the silence of the mind. change comes from that which howls and hungers in the dark depths and comes bursting forth into a light of fury. be it.
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Ivy Hair
Collaboration with Deadbooks (she is in italics)
All the make up of Mother Nature
runs from her face, she is sobbing.
The trees aren’t the same anymore;
they’re dusty and cowering now,
Wilted as the world slows.
There was a time when brilliance was illuminated
and she was so proud to be home, but
They threw her out on the street
like a slut,
wrapped her in chains
like a servant
but...
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Anon Challenge Results
I don’t know how I did so swell. Not complaining though.
grouchomac:
People. Behold. I bestow unto you ten pieces of fine writing. These writers were given a prompt - clue - and did what they wished with it, did what they could, and then some. Bask and bathe in these words and their implications.
This was a challenge, and they are ranked. My judging process was unbiased, scientific, and...
We Only Have What We Remember: The Book →
misterschroedel:
I stand alone in a room filled with people.
Every eye with its own view. Mine wander.
Finally fixing on another. I begin to stare.
In a trance. The room is empty.
She and I remain.
Her mechanical eyes gaze upon my chest, recording all that my heart has to offer.
An open book with no ending….
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Identity Crisis
Tossing pebbles at a hopscotch pattern, she can be whatever she wants to. Each square a stereotype: the slutty cheerleader, the studious wallflower, the tom-boy, she is indecisive with conformity. Toss after toss, the pebble goes astray. She carries a backpack with her everywhere she goes. A big green backpack with all of her tangible, coping mechanisms kept within. Luckily she has some chalk. She...
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Let's go somewhere
Let me expel you from a school of thought, If I could, one full of robots, giving flu shots.
Everyone is sick,
they’ve been given all the answers:
all the causes of cancer
how to be a lover, a romancer.
I’ll sigh…. If I could,
cut this pneumatic belt,
throw a wrench in this mass production.
The fabrication of automobiles,
they’re leaving off the wheels
because
...
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Dear Fake Undevelopedapathy.
undevelopedapathy:
Boredom Poetry 2.
I’m
going
to
let
your
words
trickle
down
my
spine
until
it
twists
crookedly
into
...
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Islands
Life pushes us around
as crashing waves
rafts made from planks
made from the soul
nailed with the pulse
- the blood.
the sail raised from each heartbeat
woven with vein, it pulsates.
Anchor heavy with thought,
hopefully not to heavy.
So hard to walk from the sand
to the water,
from the solid
to a salty hope.
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Anonymous asked: you're hot.
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Revolution of Red Blood Cells
I’ve loaded a cannon with apathy
and shot it over your castle walls.
Dauntless your walls-
made of straying looks and fake orgasms.
“Yes, we can be just friends
but I’m going to kill you in the process.”
My soldiers know your deepest secrets
and their setting the treaty aflame.
You killed my Humpy Dumpty
he’ll never be the same.
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