paintedfish
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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.
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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.
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Sad, and true.
Very nicely done.
It’s too late for you, too late for us. I was foolish. I was wrong.Today, you stay with me forever. Tomorrow . . .you move on.
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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!
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Oh lord, I take so many pictures with my cell phone....
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These are mostly from my school. Hooray!
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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.
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My first attempt at rhyming.
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"And the show must go on."
Lovely poem, great closing line.
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: D You're too nice.
Im glad you're posting your stuff! I like. Keep it coming!
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Thank you so much! That means a lot!
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I scratched this down while waiting to go into a meeting, sitting in my car....
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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.
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Haha wow I had no idea I wrote this.... I just looked at it for the first time.
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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.
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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.
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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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This is incredible! I think I read it about 4 times!
Also, love your signature. Great book.