~PunchDrunkLover
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Recent Deviations
Brevity... NotI saw you today. You couldn't have been more than 20 feet from where I sat. From where she sat. We both saw you. I lingered and then she lingered. You just kept on looking straight ahead, like a good driver should. I felt sorry, immediately, and ashamed. For all my talk of worry, here I was doing the same thing. I've always been a bit hypocritical, especially when it came to this. We pulled over and I apologised. She said it was okay, but she didn't understand what I meant, or maybe she really did and she just wasn't going to say one word about it. In any case, I left the car and when we returned I had already resolved to neBrevity... Not
in Biographies 1d 18h ago
No CountryWe are just voices now, (in the dark), under that shelter of vines, shielding our eyes (from one another), and cradling us beneath hidden moonbeams' light.No Country
in Open on 5/7/08
Polka-dotsOh you –Polka-dots
Most finite and beautiful of all dreams, sending chills through the crevasses besides my heart. Oh you – Pale and radiant as a moon blossom; your skin gleaming under the oil lamps, hung beside your bed and fresh linen. Oh you –
Your lips allow me sweet new sensations to feast with in between those sheets where I stay – Nestled like a dove.
in Open on 5/7/08
TranslatedYour heart – a chip of ruby fire for which I gladly burn if only to remain blind to smoke and slaughter, Swimming beneath your sea of black satin Skirts, Ever pining for bare Shoulders to shelter my Lips (where once you hid); Oh, that inheritance Your father left in your shoes: A barren Bee’s wing, crumpled; (The Family Wolves) Piercing the night sky with eternal marks.Translated
in Open on 4/28/08
Random Favourites
WomanWoman, pull me into you with your rooted fingers, and lower me into your womb. Your soil fills my throat and pools in my lungs. I breathe through your body instead of my own. I enter your folds of velvet and crimson and silver and slip deeper into the center of everything that you are, and everything that I wish to become.Woman
I fall through a hollow of writhing tongues. Their gravelly surfaces lick and taste and tear the skin from my bones as I approach your burgeoning belly. I drift there inside the thick ether of your viscera, amongst the bodies of the lost ones who came before me. I do not pity them, even as their eroded faces tw
by ~TheGlome
Because Gorgeous Wasn't EnoughHer eyes made me want to be a poet againBecause Gorgeous Wasn't Enough
Because in those great big, dazzling, honey sparkle, gold dust, ravenwood eyes, I lived a lifetime
I saw her at the helm of a weathered oak galleon, weighing anchor into a sea as green as dew speckled moss
I saw her skip down sand that sparkled like diamonds in the heat of the day and dance away evenings under starlight
In her eyes, I saw Everything.
I saw the Aurora Borealis, and how the first time she saw it she wondered if maybe God wasn't done pa
by *Peechiz
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Devious Information
- Current Age: Eighteen
- Interests: Everything really
- Favourite band or musician: Regina, Beatles, ELP, Yes, Crimson, etc.
- Favourite genre of music: Anything except: country, rap, and gospel
- Favourite artist: Kerouac, Dali, Monet, Goya, Van Gogh (only the sunflower ones though)
- Favourite poet or writer: Anderson, Lennon, McCartney, Spektor, Plath, Hughes etc.
- Favourite photographer: Red, Carter, Navidson
- MP3 player of choice: Zen Vision W
- Favourite game: Chess probably. I could play it forever.
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Devious Comments
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"that place inside
where bare toes dare not tread
and where
rather
would adorn socks
than try to sort through
any warning signs of missing comfort zones "
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how about yourself? don't worry about replying if you don't see this before monday, cos i'll just ask you tomorrow in class.
good! i'm awaiting patiently.
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lets see...i dont care!!
how've you been girly? has art class been a bore without me?
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Mario
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VISIT MY HOMEPAGE AT [link]
it'll just take some time.
no proble and thank you for taking the time to make up a list for me.
i do so appreciate it.
Meditations on Absence
Spam Reply 1 & 2
High Spirits, Low Souls
Eau du Famile
Bloodshot Revelations
Easy One Two Breathe
Spit in Your Eye 1 & 2
Cranberry Juice
Sugar and Sawdust
Untitled 5
Belated Break-up Poem
Eighty
Through to the Sky (poem)
Tieg O'Kane and the Corpse
This Modern Life pt. 2
What I need
Changing Leaves
Other Fish in the Sea
Busy Busy
Again, if you get through an eighth of this I'll be thrilled. Thanks for reading.
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FUCK this shit, I'm in LOVE!
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Simon Thomson
I N T E R N A T I O N A L . A R T S . E X H I B I T I O N
w w w . e l u k . c o . u k / e x h i b i t i o n
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jesus is coming.everybody look busy.
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the 11th comandment: thou shalt not fuck with me. >D
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Life is what you make it
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its kinda mr. poison control lP
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all is fair in love and war,
but what's left for the world?
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