May 2013
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ballerina
she would finger paint her falsehoods on everything she touched one moment with her pirouetted into another glorious, everything was a dance a cruel twirling thing rimmed only by your nascent doubt, she was unequivocal, a series of events and mishaps held together, barely; but what came bursting through those cracks, her colors outside her lines were eerily quiet a pale shade of gray which is...
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daymare
dark;daring something obsidian silkily slithering; encapsulating what is this? some kind of anti-dawn? its midnight, sit tight fellow boogeymen we’re strangers here; hang from chandeliers pangs of danger; finger foods nowhere near; tentacles tantalize what a soft little mood speaking words so round and smooth; sin were in the whispers too sinful sands scantily sprinkled on fluttering eye...
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a few words on words
this book is a pit we’re trapped inside! where chimeras creepily crawl out of a sprawling wall of eyes warning - this product may contain saturated pride lets change this truth into a lie damned are the minds of men that try to deny book bends are the sequins in which a faded glory hides faded not to you or I a faded - less tumescent answer to the question life; why?
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today at work
coworker: Sergio is hilatious that fried chicken joke was hilarious, it’s a fact, black people love fried chicken.
me:
*coworker notices me for the first time*
coworker:
me:
coworker: heh, cbm it uhh, it was a joke.
me: I get it, truly I do, you’re willing to try anything to negate the profundity of your nonexistence, and labeling others, especially ones that differ from...
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i dream of new york
no country no old color
it don’t stop; dirty garments on dancing bones
city streets sweep with Rockefellers
substance with no harmony; ocapellas
broken black and white TV sets
old; the channels never change
miles of smiles change to cringes
as mouths with no hinges
do their best pac-man impression
there is no expression
only wolves behind counters
with expresso machines squirting...
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modernish stonehenge
engrasped in the scene footfalls on rasp and rocks dime store dreams peddled on corner store TV screens the laughter drowns out the screams what a shop of horrors rolling stones so porous we ignore the words but sing along to the chorus; killer instinct is extinct ripped and gnashed by the maw; so hungry for man, for country empathy sold separately but it is soled; a stepping stone to a throne...
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she ate herself
her dark was calm her windows were tinted exquisite no one could see in but see out, see out she did the pounds merry - go - round exponentially with the ups and downs of her frowns she needed the pretty, she craved to be a doll the slender cuts released; they were her gills, the slits she needed them to breathe closed eyelids hers breaths freeze this is where she wishes the nightmares never leave...
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bacon paper
most cops are like single ply toilet paper you only really need them when you’re in deep shit and even then, how useful are they?
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astronaut
the human eye barely catches the vision obscured by the moral sunglasses which somehow surpasses the shinning blunders shielded; the melting pot has melted and everyone is everywhere; separate but fair? pistols sovereign; dirty hands, sanguine eyes dressed in suit and ties skyscrapers do just that, scrape the sky felicity finds not; its blind sour citrus clementines peel like the human form the...
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stripper
she liked to litter little pieces of herself in the things she did she looked at the room of eyes quizzically she made her flourishes science; her steps questions; art, she peeled the world in her movements she sorted good from the lost, the evil from the clean, she moved; she danced; she grooved lost in the time golden; boogie, truncating herself into three minutes naked never bare she bared...
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untitled series
new technology this, 3d that, I don’t get it; typewriters were the first 3d printers and they came out like forever ago.
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what if beauty wasn’t a definition but an outcome?
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words jarred from an almost tear
a sad one’s best hiding place is among the happy; they will think you one of them, the happy, they have no idea how easy it is to twist a grimace into a smile; a cry into laughter, a disappointment into a life; for them it’s unfathomable, yet second nature, for the rest of us its an art form, a deft maneuver, a mechanism through which the world is consumed and digested; a placebic...
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subway car #6
footsteps; dirty jeans they were shuffled jacks and queens everywhere was two faces there were high heels and skater shoes with the extra wide shoelaces seats were scarce; musical chairs paradoxically impaired going backwards - forwards on a conveyor belt of stares who stops? what where? turned and looked there they’re wearing diamonds on the way to the club cause they’re hearts were...
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tale
your life is a story you write for others but read for yourself
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the last 5 minutes of class
there was august in her face it was waiting to fall; she was no longer her own she was lost a runaway she had been given wings she could not stay this place displaced she gathered her things and checked her phone then her professor’s face at that moment she concluded her make up could wait
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an atheist and a cigarette
his lips were his bible and his scars were his church, the stained glass bore cracks, the poison oak and ivy had already begun to grow; his cotton candy words melted in others hands whenever carried; the bolts and stones of his invasive thoughts paraded across his face though his skin was inked the tattoos on his psyche trumpeted they were loud; enveloping; too angry to ignore he was bound to the...
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imstruments
there is music with us all; take care when you listen rarely is the song pleasant, we are never in tune
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a teen on a skateboard
his feet barely touched the earth beneath he hummed down the streets nothing in his ears but wind and heartbeats and that’s how it should be baritone thoughts thunk while his magic carpet’s impetus prototypes and outreaches its self he was determined to undermine the half-life of youth he was uncertain, just as he liked, just how he deserved to be preserved by the perseverance of...
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a couple attempting to pixelize life via instagram
they were alone - together living a fucked “fairy tale” through some technicolor photo journal unawares that the inkblot - snapshots can be half empty thrones abdicated by the seconds second to second guessing their minds and mouths practiced parkour as their thoughts and words ricocheted from place to person; thing to fucking thing what ever they decided rounded out the corners of...
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composed during the que of a ranked league of...
lilies and dragonflies, that’s what it’s like something sweet and something gangling a series of sour dazes at the hearts of thicket mazes lost trying to find some chocolatey center but how do you get out? the paths keep changing I ran out of bread crumbs long ago it all looks the same I no longer remember if I’m trying to get out the whims within or disappear within the great...
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1 am meanderings
despite my greatest efforts I still exist a bit too gently, “free” but in between some unseen annoyance thunk time, the measuring stick by which dissipation is delivered; which in turn cruelly unaware of it’s own non-existence. perhaps we’re no different? perhaps it’s not so cruel?
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untitled series
it’s a unicorn; mythical, a farce there is no such true beauty; who paints the painer?
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check out girl
she ex-exists a something formerly known as feathered hair; legend of zelda earrings, black make-up; space; her eyes were the stars dead but willing to shine she was naked, yet, she wore her costume quiet well she had too she was where the mild things were a cruel unrelenting harmony “a crhapsody” she called it with a thinning smile she fixed her hair “next” next? yes...
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womanizer
his words were his rope lasso or noose it mattered little as long as something validated, what a grand carousel the lies were the ups, the downs, the all around, behold the erudite prophesier etching out a splendid tomorrow from yesterday’s marble with his lore, crushed dreams unsilent never more never were worst words were unspoken emerald thoughts unthunk, emeralds yes, they were...
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sometimes
I’m not the me I see I’m memorized I skip every third step I piss with the seat down and I starfish my bed when I sleep sometimes I with I could feel less sometimes I wish I could balk the complexities sometimes I wish I didn’t wish
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a man with a briefcase
there were caverns in his eyes his wick burnt too fast, too soon but he loved to watch the embers they were heralds of his existence; they were an echo that answered; a reflection that waved back, they made his empty matter his hand held the air embraced in what looked like a hand shake but it could have been a throttle like he could see no devil but he wanted to believe, he was bereaved by...
clairebearology asked: Please don't ever stop writing.
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untitled series
a good book isn’t a great read or a compelling narrative a good book is a flashback to a former life; a familiar path once traveled, an overdue visit from an old friend.
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a man on the metro
he was forty ounces of himself his life barely painted on but it was on he sat gaze transfixed very much the way a king cobra sacrilegiously eyes it’s prey he was acutely dazed by the flickering neon signs dangling from all of the stone and clay obelisks he saw in rapid succession rapid, yes, but they never blurred he often waved, in his mind, to all the ants scrambling in and out of their...
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so many things
there are so many things stardust, mud, graffiti on our souls the impunity it takes to keep on the wake, the weak the slumber, the feast there are so many things bigger than you or I so many things that lie to many to recognize and count to internalize it all is to many lifetimes to explain it all is simple one word, _______
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a woman at a bar, rude and entitled
the floral emblems on her worn leather boots were ironic she was the opposite of sweet she walked in poetry I suppose or of what poetry is surmised the hackneyed opposites; contrasted by the pander of the base belief that parallels meeting is some what profound; she was one of the parallels she was a “poem” she was the hypothetical messiah and the contextual hypocrite much as we all...
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untitled series
for some sending them to school is like handing an angel an ax and telling them to hack off their wings by Thursday and to turn it in for a grade, no why, just because.
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in life there two types of people, those who can’t sleep and those who pray they do not wake.
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last night
one dollar beers and broken book bridges the hookah; the alter altar, the throne; swear fealty 80’ pop and 90’s rap; rev the delorian, this is a time machine; dive bar dive in, 8.5? fuck the judges lather and rinse rule number 4: it always ends at ihop rule 17: no sleep, no peace my people need me creepers, skuzz buckets and weirdos, yes, honey I’m home pardon me I must I howl...
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untitled series
bravery is praised far more often than its remembered
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a woman and her song
her eyes were wide shut as her body curled and whipped flowers grew from her mouth as the rhythms roamed; conquered all moved the still; filled she sang as she breathed without notice but with necessity; brevity; hope she contrasted mortality in the moment if at all she owned herself she owned the world at least until the end
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pain was her lipstick; she kissed
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hobo number three
there he was in the night;
existing gently
as the moon whispered its daily haiku
he counted the syllables as he often does, trying to catch the moon off guard
but as usual, nature prevailed and relished in the reward of
sipping his soul silently
vanquished, he pulled back the brown paper bag
and grimaced as he caught a whiff of the cheap whiskey
which kept him whole
swig and swallow, he...
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with writing
madness isn’t promised
as long as life is your first love
and words remain the other woman; bitter
