February 2012
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This is a Poem about Feet
I want to press our feet together
I want our souls touching
I want to feel every mile you’ve walked
Every bridge you’ve crossed
I don’t care if it smells
I want to walk under your arches
Shelter myself from the rain
And know you
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This is a war that cannot be fought with weapons
But with words
Unsheathe your pens and throw away your erasers
We’ve no time for mistakes
Sharpen your pencils
My blood is pumping with lead I have not yet bombed onto paper
Open your fists and turn them into outstretched hands
Reaching forward
Palms turned up toward a sky split down the middle
Rain pouring out of the open veins we call...
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This is a war that cannot be fought with weapons
So open your fists and turn them into outstretched hands
Reaching forward
Do not get down onto their level
But pull them up onto yours
This is a five-finger life raft that you have to choose to get on
Think of the lives you could save
Not the ones you could ruin
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Lamentations of an almighty being
How can you expect me
to keep these feet
so firmly planted on the ground?
These feet don’t belong to me.
It’s not as easy as it sounds.
I was everything,
in every sense of the term.
I was the sun,
the moon,
the stars,
all
at
once.
I was every sunrise
and every sunset,
every constellation,
every nebula,
every black hole;
I was the universe and the universe was I and...
“nobody can save you but
yourself.
you will be put again and again
into nearly...”
– sifting through the madness for the word, the line, the way: New Poems - Charles Bukowski (via spiritd3sire)
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The Neverending Battle Against Writer's Block: An...
A/N: I had to write a humor piece for Creative Writing last year, and I threw this up. I was going through my flash drive from last year and just stumbled upon it, so enjoy it or something.
I am going to be completely honest with you: I am a hilarious person. No, it’s true! I am just too funny. I’m so funny, that I’m almost dangerous. Everywhere I go, I leave behind me a path of doubled over, out...
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Dean/Cas fic: Based on 7.17
taxicab:
“Cas?”
The name, just one syllable, comes out shaky. Dean breathes it out, testing the way it rolls off his tongue, almost unfamiliar.
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It's Not Easy Being Suckish
Lucy, Keith and I are in a band. We’ve been playing music together since we were in diapers, banging pots and pans together in the kitchen and annoying the hell out of whoever’s mother was watching us that day. Lucy’s on drums, Keith plays bass and I (Hi, I’m Daisy.) play guitar and sing. Our band is called…well…we don’t seem to have a set name yet, since it keeps changing every week. This week I...
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You have not fallen so much as you have descended...
We pulled the sky over us like a blanket
And the stars called your name
Asking you to join them
I held you in my arms, I swear
I have never seen you look so small
You extended your hand upward
Reaching
“my wings are gone,”
You murmured
To them more than I
And those words held the weight of a planet
I kissed your temple and said nothing
You still long for the sky
But I...
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Excuse me, can I have the time?
The sea of people moves in choppy waves along the street. They all blend together into corresponding colours of blacks and browns and grays. It is a truly boring sight to look on at such blandness. But coming into view is a lovely vision. A head of bright red appears and stands out against everything like a daisy in a rose bush. The sea of choppy waves seems to part and flow even more smoothly as...
January 2012
18 posts
wholphins:
Others They say my name But they do not say my name Not as you do You say my name And it is in the curve of your lip The flick of your tongue In the way it slips between your teeth Like a chant like a chant like a chant That I know it belongs to you That I know you could carry it with you To the ends of the earth And it would be safe within The warmth of your mouth
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taxicab:
Okay, here’s the deal.
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You know that moment when you don’t know whether to laugh or cry?
Well.
I’m having one of those moments.
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I know what I am
“You don’t have to apologize for who you are,” you said.
You looked away from me and furiously scrubbed the dinner dishes.
Maybe you were hoping the sound of running water would drown out the sound of your heart breaking.
I couldn’t look you in the eye.
I know what I am.
I am mean, vicious, and rude.
I can spit venom, but in the same second, I can curl into your warmth like a...
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taxicab:
ghostpulse replied to your post: ghostpulse replied to your post: ghostpulse…
ONLY IF YOU LET ME READ IT!!!!!!
wow so my brain puked this out
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“Why should I?” Xavier asked, flopping defiantly back down into his chair and crossing his arms, “Evil Magazine voted me the most Diabolical Mastermind of the Decade. I should be shaking the scientists’ hands for coming up with something as...
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“Could you not stand so close to me?” I said.
So, he moved away and I immediately wanted to reach out and pull him back in. I don’t know what it means to love someone else. My feelings scare me.
So when he asked, “Can I sit next to you?” My heart was beating the words, “yes, yes, yes” so hard against my ribcage I was sure they’d break free,...
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The smell of books was everywhere.
Old books, new books, worn books, previously owned books, but they all had one thing in common; the smell. That smell that is so captivating and good that you just can’t help but bury your nose between the pages and inhale.
That was why Remy loved working in a bookstore.
Well, not working exactly. She owned the place and lived in the apartment above it. It was a...
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Are you there? Are you listening?
There is so much I wanted to tell you. So much I still want to tell you, but I can’t now. Sometimes I pray to you, and to God, just in case. I don’t see the point any more. I’m not stupid; I know there’s no one on the other end listening. But sometimes I can’t help myself and I’m blinded by false hope. I can’t say any of it out loud anyway. It’s like if I actually said the words it would offer...
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And here we stand
Coughing out pretty words in strained voices
That no one wants to hear
And we will strand
Them together
Word by precious word
And use them for our escape
For we are stranded
Amongst those whose words have been
Handed
To them
Not knowing where they’ve previously landed
Instead they back away from us
Not wanting to catch what we have
And they will write off our facts as...
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Time Traveling: a sonnet
We wore proudly our scraped knees and bright smiles,
Our jeans stained with the grass of passed stumbles,
Our bikes, now rusted, we would ride for miles,
And our dreams, they seamed would never crumble.
Gone are the Band-Aids once upon our elbows.
We succumb to the call of suits and ties
And delve into a world full of sorrows
With a never ending sea of lies.
I would enjoy going back to that...
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She Who Gave Me Life
My mother dug her hands into the earth and pulled out weeds that grew like tree roots, thick and stubborn.
She spoke of life and death, of love and loss, while I knelt beside her and listened.
I closed my fist around a brown, dead, maple leaf.
When I opened my hand back up and released the crushed pieces into the wind, the breeze caught them with eager hands.
They carried the...
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checkmyshoe123:
Benedict Cumberbatch reads “Ode...
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Suddenly I am so aware of the fact that I am breathing. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. An endless rhythm that never ceases, but can speed up or slow down. Every second, sweet oxygen swirls in threw my nose or into my mouth and it fills my lungs with life. Big pink balloons expanding in my chest, filling me up, and then collapsing as they release carbon dioxide out into the...
Ahh. I just love that new blog smell.
Anyway. This is not a quality first post for a writing blog, but my dash was feeling kind of empty.
So.
Hi.