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memoriumthe louder i wish i were, the quieter my whispers slip silenced footfalls in curdled grassmemorium
i am on my knees and i am whispering sweet words sweet like grapes and honey into your scarred ears
oh, hear me, will you? oh, touch me the feel of your fingers fading frictionlessly over my false skins
daddy long legs in the window crying for remembrance the rainy days are fog patterns on steamed glass
if only we lived in the notch of a belt, the eye of the sewing needle and clung like widows to each others
by *ohsostarryeyed
all the ways i couldn't sayhoney, sweetie, baby, love the dirt clod in the bathtub drain was not your dirt clod, not contemptuous mud from the garden that wreaked havoc and sought revenge on our latex hands; it was whatever was left of us, the lone doorknob scorched in the earth from the rogue arson movement.all the ways i couldn't say
we waited til my bathing suit sagged so that i could tell you this skin was not yours no freckles or constellations for your fingers to trace it's the end of the meteor shower no stray comet tails and no stardust.
please i don't want to break your fingers but le
by *ohsostarryeyed
this is not my cardiganGod, he is smiling at the waitress with big eyes as she brings him his dinner. i can see the gnarls of his hands from a dozen feet away, his chair pulled close to the wooden table. i watch him reveal his little teeth, presumably polydented dentures. he is wearing a yellow sweater, a cardigan with elbow patches.this is not my cardigan
the chair across from him is empty and in the same grain pattern as the table with his towering pile of supper. my brother asks if i know why he is alone and i tell him to keep silent. his wife died, he told me, with a smile. the old man turns his eyes to his meal and slowly begins to eat.
God, please forgiv
by *ohsostarryeyed
ownership is impermanenti am cutting off my lower jawownership is impermanent
it talks
and it trembles
quite the little traitor
i will take its detours and you
will not be able to find me curled between the camouflaged moths of
poplar trees
we bear the flared cough-coloured sleeves worn by old-fashioned photographers black and white film coiled like snakes ready to strike
oh venom oh dear oh mercy
please touch the rabbit coat and pretend it is me please button your cardigan and know that it is yours- all i have is what y
by *ohsostarryeyed
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i will not use capital letters, nor make sense. sometimes i can't write because my brain pops out thoughts like babies. i make strange comparisons. i do not like certain words. [anion, anyways (because it's not really a word!), breadth, clotted, crusty, hospice, lest, mayochup, refurbished, smug.] i am not actually poetic. to do list: breathe, laugh, drink more water. DISCLAIMER: i take foreverandeverandeveramen to respond usually; i don't know how to take a compliment but i try my best; i'm not humble, i'm honest; i write way too much; journaling is an addiction. i'm sorry if that's problematic. |
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- Current Residence: your heart, or mine?
- Interests: not-hugs, thinking, not-thinking, being wrong, imagining, not-imagining: life.
- Favourite movie: harry potter; girl, interrupted.
- Favourite band or musician: sugarcult.
- Favourite genre of music: alternative, punk, metal, indie, etc.
- Favourite artist: banksy; van gogh.
- Favourite poet or writer: poe; tori, stephanie, c, shane, heather, amanda, rae, vinnie, declan, rory, bree.
- Favourite photographer: aurorawinter; brixxx.
- Favourite style of art: realistic for sketches/paintings.
- Operating System: scalpel, bone saw, thread, none of the above.
- MP3 player of choice: sansa fuze.
- Shell of choice: snail shell.
- Wallpaper of choice: i prefer paint.
- Skin of choice: pretty, soft, clean.
- Favourite game: monopoly!
- Favourite cartoon character: dirty dick dastardly, naturally.
- Tools of the Trade: my strange brain and some assortment of physical means.
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| i know that it's bad, that it's the kind that they can't operate on. and i know it's real slow, honey painful and real slow; styrofoam coffee cups and bagged drugs that never work enough. and i know it's real slow, honey painful and real slow. when we were young and hit like hammers, i'd write the nails in your hands; but when ninety-nine percent of us is failure, there's no going back. and i know it's real slow, honey painful and real slow. blackbird come the break of dawn, the tv's on, i turn it off, walk outside, get in the car, stare at the wheel then fall apart. i get it all the time, bright eyes to bat and hide behind- but i know they're just for show, honey painful and just for show. black rooms to babysit, white halls to pace and wait for it; and i know it's too slow, honey painful and real slow. when we were young and hit like hammers, i'd write the nails in your hands. when ninety-nine percent of us is failure, there's no coming back. and i know it's real slow, honey painful and real slow blackbird come the break of day, you swallow the shit that people say. walk outside look at the sky, ask it to fall or tell you why. |
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It's what I think.
You're brilliant.
head with some talent and I'll be
able to get my thoughts across like
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The temperature dyed in contradictions"
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By far yous best,
It's amazing, and oh, so true.
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