Zinniav (United States) published:
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I caressed the sun last night, stroking skin and stars.
To intimately feel the darkness, is to see the light.
I dug through wet dirt, searching for new forms of blasphemy.
Let me dissipate, let me become holier than thou.
Kierkegaard once said that we are great in proportion to what we love.
I love the moon as it swallows the night sky.
I love balloons as they burst, and tears as they fall.
I love the God I have...
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spectral (United States) published:
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rosewall'd (United States) published:
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I like to drink in church.
Not to be disrespectful or anything like that, but its a bore. I know the verses, the gospel backwards and forwards, forwards and back. Listening to the same stuff for a thousand Sundays becomes dreadfully droll and boring after twenty years.
Today I brought in a long-necked bottle of some foreign booze I swiped from the clearance section at Gimbel’s, in a paper bag of course. I always make sure to take sips when...
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rosewall'd (United States) published:
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once i heard the warning call
i knew my time had come
i put on my tin helmet
and loaded my wooden gun.
step in line,
step in time,
my brothers called as we started
for the quilted knoll, our eyes
raised to the sky in silent prayer.
step in line,
step in time,
for the taste of victory is sweet,
we will revel in our enemies's blood
as it...
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rosewall'd (United States) published:
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the world spins on one axis
in one direction
i'm tired of the motion
sickness.
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rosewall'd (United States) published:
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After at least half an hour of silently pleading to be let inside, Minerva retreated to the shed. The door blew open time and time again, a victim to the heavy winds that howled incessantly. She plopped down upon she and Marco's shared cot. Her cloak was dripping wet with melted snow. Her hair hung about her face in limp black threads.
What had she done wrong to earn Ophelia's disdainful look? She tried in vain to rack her brain...
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Zinniav (United States) published:
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If you stare long enough at an abstract painting, you will begin to see yourself in every illogical curve. I was listening to Elliot Smith this morning when I realized a simple truth, being sad is beautiful. But so is being happy, angry, tired. We are beautiful because we augment our curves, whether they be smiles or frowns. Even Cubist paintings are two dimensional; with a foreground and a background, held together by tension, by poignant harmony and discord.
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almost flora kane (United States) published:
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Jasmine khawar (India) published:
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You're stitching me with Rosy strings,
but these strings are not that strong.
I'm still tearing apart.
You're painting my canvas with blush,
But that blush is so dull,
the canvas is still empty.
You're trying to decorate me, right?
That embroidery on me...with rose coloured strings,
But I'm not that beautiful.
Sticking those rose petals on me will not help,
they're flying away leaving me blank,
leaving me with a fragrance of dead roses!
That decoration isn't DAZZLIN', its...
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lemonnsharkk (United States) published:
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ricky montgomery makes me sob
i find irony in the fact that everything makes sense but yet
at the end of the day we are both just empty vessels
I often remember you as a garden
Your insides spilling over me like fallen leaves off a tree
On all levels except physical I have transcended
I am a puddle of bones and a locked key
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