May 2012
90 posts
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physical to mental: conduits
You heard music, but I felt the words roll over Everywhere you touched.
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hummingbird
If I could learn to cut the air Just like you I would hold my breath and hover Just like you And my wings would slice the sound of laughter And I would be the brightest invisible colour Just like you
“More and more, it feels like I’m doing a really bad impersonation of myself.”
– Chuck Palahniuk (via creatingaquietmind)
And then it’s gone, like the pixie dust that exploded in your snapping fingertips, gone, and then I wake up, and then I remember, and then I return.
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Despite your black eyes and sweet silence, I hypothesize and I philosophize about our similarities. Deep beneath your murmurs and your slow blinks, your brain is loud and trembling and busy and ridiculous and colourful. I bet it lights up like a xylophone. I bet it spins like a carousel coughing up cancer.
But you keep your secrets on the tip of your tongue, in the back of your mind, hanging...
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“I’ve heard it said that every mushroom cloud has a silver lining.”
– Owl City: “Cave In”
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“So maybe I’m a bad, bad person. Well baby, I know.”
– Of Monsters and Men: “Love Love Love”
Animal Poetry?
submarinedreams:
In case you are new, here’s how this works. You tell me what animal you are, and I’ll write you a poem.
This is a fun idea, so….. GO! :)
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eamdreamdreamdreamdreamdreamdreamdr
birds of prey perch and
clutch the chipping paint on my
bedpost as I sleep.
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soundtrack
Some afternoons, The birds and the rain and the clocks Sink into the white noise So deeply That we fear they might never be retrieved.
And then some afternoons, The birds and the rain and the clocks Envelope us completely Until they refill The void that music left in its wake.
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911
My head smashed against the glass, Although my ears promised otherwise When a whisper reached my fractured conscience And sang a velvety lullaby that convinced me I had found A meadow, an idea, a light Filtered through my whimsical intuition As I drifted asleep in the arms of a benevolent machine
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Poison Ivy :\
Me: Poison ivy ruined my life...
You: It can't be that bad if you aren't scratching very much.
Me: Have you ever heard of willpower?
Did somebody yell "TIMBER" ?
It is ridiculously difficult not to lock your knees wearing new heels.
It is also ridiculously difficult not to pass out after standing still for an hour with your knees locked.
Good thing I’m not very prone to fainting…
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laughter: a tragedy
We found diamonds in the mud On that unholy summer evening And so we swallowed them whole On that brutal winter morning
We blinked helplessly beneath the storm As it whisked away the sand we slept on We washed away with the hungry tide And let the world collapse itself alone
We dreamt of the holy grail Although we drank from our cupped hands We buried our hope in the garden Although we doubted...
The Best Part of Yard Sales
Books.
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My memories of you consist of porcelain, moth wings, and blurred vision. Sometimes the sunlight reflects off of your hands and I forget to remember the clouds. Sometimes the rain rolls off your tongue and I remember to forget the sting.
The happiest people you will ever meet understand pain.
I haven’t written a love letter since I quarreled with your mailbox.
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The sound of knuckles rolling over steel.
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In another life, We were seashells collecting The murmurs of waves.
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Headache
Swarming my brain Swimming though the channels And parting my thoughts With a shrieking vessel Pounding against the tide And flooding my ears And receiving the flashes of light From my eyes: Conduits Of distraction
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I, among many, have fallen in love With the Colonial manors And their rolling estates And the overflowing fields Saturated with memories
Watchmandaflewaway:
CLICK TO MAKE SOME MUSIC
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father time
Time has the energy
To rot our bones and decay our minds and bring us home,
Sailing through nebulas and black holes and dark matter.
Time has the patience
To flourish and burn, to build cathedrals and gallows,
Descending and twisting and waltzing with our hopes.
Time has the imagination
To conduct electricity between its fingertips
And transmit dreams through its dandelion wishes.
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nervously attempting to write a random script.
WISH ME LUCK!
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Writing without reading is like teaching without learning.
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over time, we find each other
Is there any way to know me other than to immerse yourself in my quirks, to drink my nightmares, to explore my passion, to fall victim to my violence, to indulge in my affection, and to allow my weeds to grow around the foundation of everything you love? Is there any way for me to know you other than to trust you, to read you backwards and forwards and upside down and inside out, to dream you, and...
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“There is nothing to me.
There is nothing though there was a time
I had felt...”
– AFI’s “Okay, I Feel Better Now”
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The magic in your voice that once sweetened the sting has faded into the back of my mind, only to be resurrected on the few occasions that your excruciating beauty drowns my ears.
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writers.
“We have nothing to hide,” we promise, hiding within our own words. “Even our shame brings us some sort of glory. Even our confusion brings us certainty.” Trembling, we pull the sheets up to our eyes and sing ourselves to sleep. “Even our nightmares bring us hope.”
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I am not sure what you are. A thought? A sentiment born of the collective human wish And hope for you? A dream manifested And woven from the strings of our lives, Knotted and tangled together so that no one May ever truly live alone? Gathered dust, Or perhaps a deity that owes its holy existence To the need for an answer, to our childish trust.
At 12:15 today, I was thinking about cilantro.
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je me suis endormie
The dreams swirl around me Like smoke, combed by my eyelashes Whirling around my head, Teasing my ears with angelic melodies And layered harmonies Slipping through the petite space Between my lips And I am plagued by daytime thoughts Which infiltrate the fantastical muses That arise in the dead of night And so my wishes and dreads Weave together without logic Without restraint
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Thanks anyway!
Sorry, but my dreams are so full of fun that there isn’t any room for you.
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Noise escalates, but I wait For the sirens to disperse And the chaos to diffuse And screams to remember The grace of a whisper
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I hope that everyone is able to spend a pleasant day with their mother on Mother’s Day! :)
P.S.: Are you my mummy?
You are my Peter Pan.
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Nothing keeps me awake like waiting for nostalgia and nostalgically remembering waiting.
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One night, he whispered, “I love you.” I pretended not to hear and continued to drift asleep. When morning arrived, neither of us mentioned it.