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paintedfish

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  1. This is incredible! I think I read it about 4 times! Also, love your signature. Great book.
  2. I've been trying to read Atlas Shrugged for around a year now. I just can't get in to it... Starting 1984 within the next day or so... And as always about once a day or so I still read snippets of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.
  3. I love ee cummings. And yeah, he never really uses capitalization in his poems or his name. Want to be confused forever? Read "anyone lived in a pretty how town." My favorite poems of his are " i carry your heart with me" and "1(a... (a leaf falls on loneliness)." He's amazing. One of my favorites.
  4. There is nothing I would love more in this world than to have money to be able to do photography. Unfortunately, my phone will have to do for now. Lovely, lovely stuff. Thank you for sharing!
  5. Oh lord, I take so many pictures with my cell phone.... image removed image removed image removed image removed These are mostly from my school. Hooray!
  6. Flies crawling through your hair Limbs disappearing into the air Following all your paranoid Catechisms, slipping through the void. Body's humming with things gone The figurative dropping of the bombs Strained eyes searching through the haze Hiding light and darker days. Lying, covered in the corner Why didn't anyone warn her? The ground is smoldering, scenery is maimed Destruction will never want to change. And all your skin's stretched static and tight, The little one's screaming, trapped inside. ----------------------------------------------------------- My first attempt at rhyming.
  7. Wow. Powerful. Incredible. One of the best things I've read in a while.
  8. "And the show must go on." Lovely poem, great closing line.
  9. That's usually what I have to say about my stuff. It just pops into my head, and only after I read it do I decide if it makes any sense or not. I have never been able to rhyme without getting cheesy or contrived. You escaped both! Definitely impressive.
  10. "Because we travel on, unravel from The things we fear, what we've become" "We learn from what we've learned before No need to question anymore" Love it. Love the cadence it has, love the truth in it, the finality to the end. Famazing.
  11. : D You're too nice. Im glad you're posting your stuff! I like. Keep it coming!
  12. Very true. People are more comfortable posting about their boyfriend's ED in the bedroom than their poetry. Very strange. I figure there isn't much harm in just putting it out there. No one knows me here anyway, and poetry is art, and meant to be shared (usually). Thanks : D
  13. But it made me feel better to write. Your playground is melting Fine sand and coarse edges A fire in your temples And grass under your clouds. Your motions are playing on pause The color sliding down your spine A needle chasing your threads The bodies are piling up. There's a flag through your heart now Muscles gasping around mutilated scenes. Mark another one for the ground Claim another for the ashes. The body count is rising So pull your head out of the pool Crack the ribs and find your place Its just another stepping stone.
  14. The first and last stanzas are incredible. "All structure is shaking, all grounds are breaking" Love it. And your "pseudo SoC" is the way to write, isnt it? Makes poetry actually fun AND meaningful.
  15. Thank you for validating my drivel! Haha, but seriously, it does mean a lot. I also think it's cool that you use words like "enjambment."
  16. Please rake your nails Along the fine hairs of my Glazed-over, worn out, Freehand symphony. Please shine your light On the majesty Of my egg dropped Into the tangled webs Of borderlines and Freeway nerve fights. Come back, there's hollow space Yet to be carved away. Come back, your hollowed-out space Isn't yet carved away. Please let your words Split the muscles and Take the space of things That are much bigger in my head.
  17. I scratched this down while waiting to go into a meeting, sitting in my car.... ------------------------------------------------------------------------- no, no, no, no, no. take this bull by its horns and lead it to greener pastures. no. no,no. take this bull by its horns and feed its breath to the worms. no. wait. see that path there? follow it to its lowest point set its stage for the following: your reality is about to detach. hold on, your soul will fragment from the origins from the origins just fragments don’t stir, don’t aggravate hold on for greener pastures your reality is for the worms.
  18. Haha wow I had no idea I wrote this.... I just looked at it for the first time.
  19. I feel the static begin My mind is electrified and then.... Numb. My tongue cuts loose. And I am dancing the unknown walking that walk, knowing the talk I toy with poisons Eat my fire but Im skilled with a noose.
  20. The way things ought to look Dilapidated, dim The wind and sounds of Rushing cars grate like a Bow accross electric Guitar strings, distorted. I am watching the smoke Rise like a soul burning Held in my hand like a fiery reminder Of how you left my life Made of smoke, and leaving Ashes in your wake. Each ribbon wrapping my Leg has your name on it. They are because of you; They will always be mine. The dull burning red, like Dying cigarettes is All I will ever have.
  21. Today I stand thinking, Thoughts of you creeping in. Flesh and form Bringing the carpet to my face, Dust mites gnawing my brain. I am watching minute snow drift In the sunlight, falling On the hot, plush landscape That lays scratchy beneath my cheek. My skin is crawling; Maybe the mites got bored With my hollow head And have started to explore The geography of my body. Past the rivers and canyons Of my face, on to the vines That cord my neck, Past the the caves That make up my chest And the earthquake Residing in my stomach. They find nothing And I am lost again, Watching the sunlit snow On the hot, plush landscape That lays soggy beneath my cheek.
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