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Sylvia, Cut Her Down.these days i only dance in libraries my fingers waltzing to every secret my lips dipping to syllable foxtrot. my dreams are turning vampires into lovers baby meat as the main course while the bluebird hides beneath the thicket. i cannot buy my twin back cannot make eye contact with anything that proposesSylvia, Cut Her Down.
an easy escape, a timeless solution. the tree bends to every absence knots at the sight of empty chairs surfaces chipped by silence. the balancing act was a tightrope for an octopus, a cathedral ceiling for a phoenix. slice off the roots
of your
by ~poeticwonder
Tales of the City.The basement skeletons and their tragic waitresses drag their harpsichord lungs and jukebox telepathy to porcelain oblivion. Delighting in taxicab obscenity and craving nightmares, or any excuse to see only cloudy days. Battered midnight fastens lonely windowsills and starving firetrucks. The pavement detectives observe every click. Money shines brighter than the sun, and there’s a psychotherapist stationed in every bedroom. Evenings bring static amnesia, a hungry womb. The rooftop concubine charges for electricity. Vocabularies ooze through the soil of every landfill. The cemeteries are vibrating mythology, immortal and all that’sTales of the City.
by ~poeticwonder
sweltering with sulking drag..the attic was sweating honeydew stairs cracked like eggshells and water kissed every forehead every strawberry cheek legs draped over white tile our eyelashes kissed blueberry eyes high heels split with glowing August at noon our faces melted.sweltering with sulking drag..
by ~poeticwonder
Still Carving.what shall i do about the poltergeist in my kitchen, his alibi "just lookin' for a sharper knife" i've got a hot spot for a lonely boy the only outcome is solar shores traced the stardust through his veins hoping the moon would shine again jupiter is getting mighty close to the craters of our lighted girl saturn disappeared, held hands with may when the graveyard learnt she could sway i woke up to the cry of a banshee and sent word to the soldier fleas found a cat tail in my pumpkin pie cinderella, you're my favourite vice the tornado girl still has herStill Carving.
by ~poeticwonder
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There is no one left here...There is no one left here to write.There is no one left here...
Journals burn roadside in piles, and cars drive head-on facing the sunrise without a lick of cactus
without a drop to roll without it is so dry inside here with no one left to write.
Forget what you may have heard about your story, what you wore on your first day of kindergarten, the first memory or photograph or something somewhere in between.
There is no one left here to write.
Peter, at the farm, says the skies are full the melons are ripe, and the farmhands’ fingers look black and sweet in the
by ~itsnotmeyousee
three letters to hadesI.three letters to hades
Dear Hades,
This is how I want to die:
I will have sent letters to the few in my life - a cascade of leaves with veins very much like my own. It is an injustice that they depart with such colourful splendor, while we lay limp in our anemic pallor, dull slabs of marble flesh. I will have lain down my body and tools beside that which is my greatest work, in marriage to what I shall become. The doors will be locked, a fire at the threshold, and mortality set in my heart. The décor, I leave, up to you.
A few odd decades have passe
by *jonzoiplu
I, a kiteI become human when i stop letting my tie roll around a can and twirl in-between fingers.I, a kite
I become human when i cease looking down, i cease lusting for landings, i die with the wind sleep with the hums of
birds that have been calling me names, wondering who I really am why unwinged, I soar.
I become human when I melt some of me as the rays pierce
and the clouds drift somewhere far, to a point i stop believing that there is a sky and there lives its owner.
I become human when i fear none. neve
by ~kLiT-sHy
Banged on my knees on your back door
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- Current Residence: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada.
- Interests: Reading in bed, tea, mythology, psychology, theology, astronomy, music, anthropology.
- Favourite movie: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Igby Goes Down, Amélie, Into the Wild.
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- Personal Quote: Hard to hide a hundred girls in your hair.
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