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every saturday,
i scribble away at words
that have prettyyellowcolours, but mean nothing.
because if i told you what was true about the both of us, it would be:
that's all.
because i don't have any clever similes about
magic and love and how fire falls into ash.
there's just me, and the page, and the stories
i tell you about how we are fire, we are the ocean
and we are the shore.
i scribble away at words
that have prettyyellowcolours, but mean nothing.
because if i told you what was true about the both of us, it would be:
we had something special,</i>
but now it's gone.
that's all.
because i don't have any clever similes about
magic and love and how fire falls into ash.
there's just me, and the page, and the stories
i tell you about how we are fire, we are the ocean
and we are the shore.
Literature
on certain occassions fallacies exist for a reason
[innocent is a synonym for boring
innocence is a symptom of ennui]
i'm not in the not in the not in the
mood
to be the knot in the noose: loose
unhinged. disjointed. you know:
you know the drill & you know
the drill in my head is always
impaling my skull & you know
there is no difference between
this psychosis & you. no. i am
at best your greatest parachute
(if you fall into the abyss of my
mind, you shall float, as gently
as a feather in the wind) i am a
zephyr at worst: a tornado sans
entropy. i am the #1 cause of a
broken heart & most dangerous
catalyst since 1991. more fuel?
fuel, for what?
Literature
gardenia
the five-a.m. floor protested
my sleepless dreaming.
i got up to make you coffee,
no sugar: you were never fond
of sweetening things that needed it.
i drank it on the autumned porch
in the stupor of dawn
and watched my breath unfurl,
like the smoke you spew sometimes
when you're stressed or have something to hide.
i'm sorry i took
your favorite sweater with me
but i knew it would be cold
in the soil with your secrets
and the brooch she left behind.
Literature
inPersonals
I've been known to bring strong
men to their knees
and leave them there.
Call me thursday night - I'll be laying in the bathtub,
candlelit with the makings for a pipe
bomb. I like to make explosive
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if you misread that title carefully, it says 'for lack of a smile'. that's what i love about those similes -- it's almostmaybepossibly saying something else about things that are as bright as your grin.
anyway, do let me know what you think!
anyway, do let me know what you think!
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Hello!
As part of a Found Poetry: Titles as Art project ( brought to us by =SilverInkblot and used in our new group, #TheTitlePage ), I've used the title of this beautiful deviation in a poem here:
Moonlight Affairs
Thank you so much!
As part of a Found Poetry: Titles as Art project ( brought to us by =SilverInkblot and used in our new group, #TheTitlePage ), I've used the title of this beautiful deviation in a poem here:
Moonlight Affairs
Thank you so much!