February 2012
229 posts
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Rash words have living, breathing consequences. Breeding distrust, building block upon block of unnecessary upset. “Never let the sun go down on an argument…” Echoes a wise old woman’s words. But tonight, I will make an exception to that steady rule. Perhaps, it will all look less vicious, in the light of day. So I the let glowing orb of the sun slip behind...
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Soft Lover
It was strange, waking up to unblemished skin. To a man who hadn’t pawed at me, hadn’t given me bruises with his lips and teeth. It was odd, to touch my face and not wince at the sore skin around my mouth, where his stubble had rubbed like gravel on my tissue paper lips.
It was strange…
Because it still felt like passion.
He had owned me, but he had not once drawn blood. He...
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to fall.
camelights:
i slip on the floor a lot. thin little water lens pools corrupt my naked feet heel balls
slowly, in tiny ways my elbows extend at nothing intending to grasp furious nothing
back inclined back reversed and slanted vertical gravity tapering falling
legs shoot out from under
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Camelights
Amazing!! :-)
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self fulfilling prophecy
irrelevanceisbliss:
It was a self fulfilling prophecy, as you scowled down at me; atrophied by apologies spewing from sympathetic lips of lies, cries drowned out in the buzz of flies, surrounding the corpse of the one you told would die.
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Purple Girl
The sky is painted purple, where night is dripping onto the blue canvas of day. Staining it with inky splodges of midnight. I am this purple time, caught between two cultures. Two blood types that have been forced to combine, yet are so very different, mottling one another. I am this purple time. When the night, and the day, for one solitary moment, mingle and create odd colours. I belong to...
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Salt Bed
Your day, brought on my night. An absence that leaked from a neon alarm clock glow. Stumble and fall into his everyday, grappling in the darkness, when others bathe in the light. To be loved by you, is to be perpetually backwards to live life in fast forward. These business hours flash in a second, and the black night, draws rings of regret round me. Sowing seeds of salt in this bed, so...
forgetlings:
Last night we advanced into the interior
& the strokes of life airplanes sparrows monday traffic
You are the only one who knows my age
& no one knows keepitin forceitdown comecomecome
better the heaviness of it all.
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Not Very Strong
I wilt on a word, on a withered look. I grapple with you, to take back the innocence you took. I’ll make the long walk home, jumping at ghosts a million miles away. My poker face blank, not a line or curve to betray. That your presence unsettles me - to a worrying degree. Everywhere I turn, a reason to yearn. Yet - I never learn.
From my heart’s mistakes, I can’t seem to put...
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Iron Clutch
I need a human’s touch, when these synthetic senses become too much. Black lace liaisons, come at a high price. My morals die a little, with sprinkles of hot spice. I need a human’s touch, when your robotic lust claws at my thighs and holds me in an iron clutch.
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The Moors
Last night I dreamt of home.
I was stranded in the Moors. The ones my gypsy grandmother had always told me to avoid at night. One false step, one little trip and you’ll find yourself in sinking mud or ponds disguised as ice rinks. The mist will creep over the rolling hills to greet me, and I am reminded of stories of fog monsters that would haunt me from my window as a child. I watch the...
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Pressing my lips to bare shoulder blades. Tasting the honey of your sweat that I have wrought from my kisses… This is bliss, it is the single thing I long for again, what I don’t want to miss. Empty sheets, cannot compare to your smell, the entwined warmth of your legs the pillow that is your back. Tangled up in skin.
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girlbrokendown replied to your post: I’d make a wonderful housewife. I’m good at…
I’d make an excellent housewife too, if I didn’t hate people quite so much :/
haha, I’d be a housewife in an isolated idyll. That way you won’t have nosy neighbours…:-)
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I’d make a wonderful housewife. I’m good at tidying up other people’s messes. And I can cover my own perfectly, with a pretty little apron, splattered with paisley and floral print - Yes, I’d make an excellent housewife.
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stains-on-my-past:
Beautiful.
one day we’ll cross paths and just know it- that we were meant to be; the cosmos were destined to slither across the skies in our honor, and the stars shine to act as a guide to each others arms- and most of all, our hearts were broken countless times, so that when we look into each others eyes, we’ll know we’re finally whole.
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two for one
jambu2525:
awesome.
it takes two to fail. intention invariably becomes a results driven business. short an outcome, intention without action is simply an idea and ideas, on their own, can never truly fail.
it was my intention to love you, to kiss you sweetly, to hug you incessantly, to feel you all over me, to need you beside me, to want you underneath me, , to get dirty with you, to...
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Bars
I catch his eye across the room, the swig of a beer - a decision to be made soon. Think fast, and drink even faster, if I play my cards right, this won’t be a disaster. Chanting: My carbonated bubble won’t burst, so who will make take the long walk, diving in head first? It’s a risk, and my heart is full of jeopardy, but meeting someone new is the only remedy. I give him a smile,...
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A Good Time To Say Something
aclockworkdarby:
Brilliant.
“I love you,” she whispered, after we became still, her naked body atop mine. She traces my lips with her eyes. She rests her weight upon my chest. She runs delicate fingers through my hair with her right hand. She does this every time we have sex. Her light brown hair drapes down around our faces, a thin curtain that creates the illusion that it’s just her and I,...
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Nothing will quell, my insatiable appetite. I feed on you, revolve around like a satellite. (nibbling as I go) A hungry metallic beast, that will gussle and gobble on a feast. You should really ration those compliments… I will only be wanting more.
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It would be easier...
It would be easier if she was a bitch. If she was a horrible, despicable human being. But she is not… She is kind, funny and intelligent. She is welcoming to strangers and unconditionally caring to those who don’t deserve it, and would never return the favour to her. I can’t hate such a girl. I wish I didn’t love her too, my life would be easier if she wasn’t so...
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Leaving
Dangling my feet, on the edge of leaving… Please tell me what is left to believe in. I sometimes feel amputated from my home. Banging my head on the knowledge of things I should have always known. I sometimes feel very alone, even when we are so close. We could be made of the same living bone.
Everything is ambiguous, a profane mystery. Recounting events that seem so long ago, tracing...
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parfait n'existe pas
irrelevanceisbliss:
Je voudrais une homme avec les beaux mots. Qui sont la fenêtre de l’âme.
there is no perfect
I want a man with beautiful words. Which are the window to the soul.
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Untitled
Rhythm swallows me, engulfs my senses rids me of responsibility. This is not me… I don’t know who I am - but it is not this. I won’t ever find satisfaction in a strangers kiss. I’m finished with crying for anyone. I played love, like a game for fun. I’m finished now, I’m done. Love is not a game, if he hangs on hope and wishes you felt the same. Its just...
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Vanishing into the forgotten, slipped into the leaf of a battered old book. Pendants of jade, and promises made. A year on from now, your memory does not fade. A year from now, I see you as clear as day. See those hours when your soul would stray. A year from now, I’m still reeling from the why’s…and hows. How you could be gone, and how it still feels wrong… Loss is a...
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Generation Clean
Whenever there is a crisis, you will find me - with a feather duster. It is hereditary I am afraid. Whenever things go to shit, out comes the bleach. Then the anti-bacterial spray, mops, sponges and rubber gloves. A disaster is announced by the sound of a hoover rampaging its way across the carpet, sucking those poor fibres within an inch of thread bare.
I do it, my Mother does it, and my...
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He is the still point in this turning world. So the trees grew lungs, to capture the air I expel whenever he is near…
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Boxes
All my hopes are compacted into tight little boxes that depend on a single look from your blue staring. My perfect stranger, I long to call my own. to escape these boxes these regular squares to strip away the gags ...
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Sandpaper
Mascara watermarks flow downwards on her marble skin. They leave indents in the stone of her cheeks, little trenches of familiar tracks. Angry tears are acidic you see…and they will erode you, with each fresh tide.
He came along, like something out of a fairytale.
And in his hand he held sandpaper. With each caress, he wore down those tributaries of tears. Restoring her to smoothness, to...
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Lily
mobbleberry:
She could be any kind of Lily A Tiger Lily, impassioned and full of fire. Or perhaps a Water Lily, tranquil and elegant. Yet, she chooses to be the funeral kind, forever confined, to a funeral parlour hush as tears stream and gush. She could be any kind, but in sadness her purpose is easier to find.
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Blazing rivalries, bubble under the s u r f a c e. Punctuated by pride, and made invisible by smiles. Great coils, rivets in rings of ropey promises. s t r e t c h i n g out before you, for miles and miles. Tethered to your ankles, filling your life with trials.
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P.h.D
My wrist, my neck, my fingers and thumbs. Your Soothing hands, soft kisses, that numb. Massaging pulse points, and curing jealous joints. Your love makes me well again. Medicine embraces healing pain. You’re more than a PhD, you make me smile, make glad to be me.
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I moisten my lips for your skull and cross bone kiss you make me nervous.
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kissing away the tall trees
loqui:
arms either side in arcs brushing trees apart come to a clearing and dance your hair down in the slow snow spitting of night nymph confetti walk forward to my jaw I’ll take your lip between teeth before calling down into your soul the words of heaven
amazing…must be in my archive.