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Spin (Round and Round)Hands out
Jump and dance
Feel the rhythm
The brisk air feels
So lovely against my face
Grind the pedals
Speed the hills
Crash to the bottom
Face in the soft grass
That beautiful blue
Clouds like paintings
Bubbles in the air
Falling like light rain
The sprinkle of fountains
The whistling of
Echoes through the trees
The whirring of insects
In the shade
My eyes are a camera
They want to preserve every piece
The picture of the outside world
Summer through the windows
Of the house in my mind.
Down.It is the black liquid
The heavy suction
The frightening weight
The oozing sound
The smell of burning flesh
The reflection in the light
That smiling dimple
The crease and flawless curves
Of those pretty lashes
They're empty now
I stare at my hands
The black liquid
Is pulling me
Off BalanceFirst foot forward
The beam isn't hard
When the scales are even
When your focus is tight
Then you pushed me
With that pretty little invite
Just trying to put
On my leotard?
The mirrors clouding
My paper tongue
There you sit
Behind the chalkline
With that asinine
Why not go watch the trampoline?
My knees are buckling
Catch me, new love
Was meant to falter
Everdeen Trials (Fan Poetry Commission)I can't let them see the fear
Tears won't do me any good
I can't cry
My fingers have been trembling
Without my notice
For the past half hour
I've been watching the clock
Its tick tick tick
I keep trying to tell it to wait for me
Then an hour less
Another day gone
Don't think about it.
Everything's going to be okay
It's such a lie
Does he really believe I can
A waking nightmare.
They were all like me once
Before the reaping
Stole them from their districts
Prim I promised
I'd fight for you
But I'm not sure
That I'll make it out alive.
Try not to vomit.Don't stop eating.
Stuff the stale and rancid cream
Past your swollen tongue
Straight into your hungry thighs
As the excess snakes up your throat
Your belly stretching your shape,
Filled with too much helium
Set to pop and puke its guts
Like a child caught in a turbine
Upon the stained carpet
Shoving the lard-like paste
Farther down the back of your
Clogged throat, tickling
The gag reflex to spew
Aching, hardening feel of your body
Clamping down on itself
The arteries, the leaden chest
With a pleasant crowd of calories
Just keep breathing-
And don't stop eating.
Pelee Island 2010The last drops
Of drink upon my cracked lips
This bottle is empty
Empty? Perhaps not
There is air
There are remnants of taste
Of fresh fermented grapes
Though these things are less useful
Not fancy enough
For corked debauchery
Twist-on caps are women
Your slender glass shape
Long, delicate neck
Pictures and words
We've leaked out your colour
Washed our mouths
With your yellow paint
You are a sad thing
A purposeless thing
Upside down in my hands
As I circle your hole
With my tongue
Sweet, empty bottle
You will be replaced in the morning.
The crash.The tenor of confusion. The played perfection of the incomplete. The time has passed me by. Where's the car going, brother? Do you know? We haven't been here before. The clouds above don't look so welcoming.
Your reassurance is underwhelming, brother. Why are you crying? The car swerves. I wait for us to crash. I wait -
Pause. Take a breath. This tape needs rewinding. This mind should be catalogued, put neatly back onto the shelves where it belongs. All the things I've read and seen, drowning under the piles of things I've never experienced. Can you feel the youth upon your fingers, like elastic being pulled and torn? That will be gone soon.
I don't want to go under the knife again. I don't want to pull apart, piece together and reconstruct the person that I've become. I don't want to see the destination, brother. Which part of the journey was supposed to be fun?
I try to savour the dark as it dribbles down the side of my cheek. Wipe away the excess, wouldn't they say?
That one used to
For Dr-Sardonicus - A Story Of Lateef + ArchimedesThey were in the human world and Lateef started taunting Archimedes with ice cream. They sat in plastic chairs together in the heat, Archimedes quietly moving his mint chocolate chip around with his spoon. He sucked a long drag from his cigarette and tried to keep his turquoise eyes off his "business partner". Lateef had ordered a scoop of the colourful Hero ice cream in a cone and kept licking it. Suggestively.
Archimedes cursed. "Would you stop that already?"
Lateef shrugged and pulled some of his blue hair behind his right ear. He took another long lick and raised his eyebrows. "Stop what?"
Archimedes rolled his eyes and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He looked around for a non-existent ashtray and then threw his lit cigarette to the ground. He moved his heavy boots across it, playing idly with his wedding ring. "I could use a drink."
"Just relax, will you? We're not on business. This is supposed to be fun."
Archimedes' eyes narrowed. "Fun? This kind of stuff is for children. A
When pepper is spilt (Luck/Superstition Contest)It was nothing really
Just a move of an arm
A twitch, more than anything!
I meant no harm
Still my arm did move
Into the condiments' path
Tell me, how does that make sense
That I deserve God's wrath?
Just a small bit of pepper
It meant nothing more!
Okay, a rather lot of pepper
Spilling onto the floor
The shaker went crashing
It clattered and scraped
And I was roped in
To the cruel hands of fate
Then my friend started yelling
All red in the face
And the server got angry
Threw us out of the place
And my poor best friend Matt
Well of course he blamed me
"Seriously man," He said
"How stupid could you be?"
One thing led to another
The ring-match progressed
He called me bad names
And I punched out his chest
When at last we had calmed
Panting down at our feet
He put his arm around me, said
"There's another diner down the street."
Now, you've just got to listen
This one's really not my fault,
I bumped the table with my knee
And then there went the salt.
progress reportthe astronauts never returned and neither did the news
in my hands i fold a megalithic pigeon
the take-home message is: the cosmos is a cold dead bitch
as you sleep under magazines, waiting for nothing.
in the shackles of a sterilized den, there's an actual
mastodon heart, pale and glassy pink, icy film
tightened like a fist; - and the scientists despair:
it's the morning of the opening,
then the few slashes of paralyzing waves.
like a sign we'd make when we were younger, a way to disarm
a bandit, or a preacher
or the oncoming horde of space invaders.
but the drawings you sent to venus never returned,
and now the crack,
and the scientists at a loss before the angered public.
they release a report that states that the floodgates opened
by themselves, that the valves erode
like the chalky sand that will swirl and hiss
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
the ones they call the foolsWe were a list of promises broken,
exhausted and frightened to be held
in the hands of dreamers and liars
have the tendency
to let slip the things
That’s why we’re fleeting.
Why poets call us clouds
with no real direction.
we’re both running away
4 Random Poems The One About KitKats
I need a piece of that kitkat
I need a break
It's a mistake
To do things for to-do-them's sake
And I'd live life-
Husband or wife
With obligations and strife
So turn away
While you may
If there's nothing to make you stay
Bring your phone,
The comforts you've known
And go find a new home
A safe place
An empty space
Vacant of life's bitter distastes
And I'll find what I lacked
Roll the cross of my back
Fuck, I want a kitkat.
lisuje is like- really pretty, guys. I promise
A pale, pretty face
Surrounded by sandy dunes
Real and wild like a typhoon
Watch her hair
Carelessly roll down her back
Watch her skin
Like marble that wouldn't crack
See the graphite
Rubbed on the side of her wrist
See the pencil
Held firmly in her closed fist
Watch her draw
And capture what's actually there
Watch her DA
and Tumblr, if you've time to spare
azuneechan is love. Azuneechan is life.
I'd seduce your pages
Make their kne
The Laws of AttractionHe likes to tell me how stars work.
He explains that Hydrogen ignites, collides, infuses -
and while he’s talking I am trying
to stifle the reverb in my heartbeat.
I try and stop my heart going supernova.
He tells me that the Hydrogen fuses into Helium
and eventually the star runs out of each -
I try not to be forcibly reminded
of every time I run out of Oxygen when he smiles at me -
I’m trying to listen.
He details how the stars elements burn out
one by one
creating heavier elements that burn less brightly.
I’m comparing stars to love
because to me, Hydrogen, Nitrogen or Iron -
a star’s still a star at all its stages
and I love the stars.
He whispers to me
about how these elements disperse
how they reform and relapse
and I recall how stars become everything
He’s got his hands in my hair and his grip round my heart
so when the silence falls I can’t help but rush;
‘There’s static energy in my
I'll Wait by the WaterThis is the place where our memories began.
A creek at the bottom of a canyon,
red cliffs on either side and a giant
pond dam to the north that wildflowers grow on.
Paths that we created through the woods
and up and down those copper canyon walls
while we pretended to be wild Injuns
or wanted outlaws being hunted by a posse.
You were on your knees,
in the middle of the creek,
when I found you.
A neighbor girl, trespassing.
I had a mind to chase you off
until I asked what you were doing.
You looked at me, smiled, and said,
"Catching crawdads. Come help!"
After that day, we spent Springs and Summers
building fort walls and chasing frogs,
skipping stones and arguing baseball,
sharing comic books and trading punches.
You could hit as hard as any boy I knew.
We had our own bridge to Terabithia,
our own kingdoms of knights and castles,
won the World Series with back to back homeruns,
settled the Wild West and discovered gold in the mountains.
My parents thought you were imaginary
until I bro
RazorMidnight's tawdry pulse
is feeble under my fingertips,
and her long black dress
feels like August
slipping through my fingers.
I like how her bones complain
that I misuse them,
tender to my touch,
and how her jaw arches back
and the moon arcs like a razor
across the room.
We flaunt the stars,
the stones under our skin
stretching the bed frame
till we crack.
And I fill you up,
your arms a battle
raging in the waning lies