Such Gravityi was thinking about gravity and childhood -Such Gravity
how it pulled me from the ageless azure every time i jumped
but didn't keep me from getting hurt.
i thought religion and science were non-compliant.
but this force is physics - an elemental overlord settling our feet on to the same tuffs of earth.
and if someone were to ask me
about God and his creation my fascination would seem silly; but try me -
a raceless, ageless, genderless presence
in all tenses -
impenetrable to judgment or whathaveyou; &nb
please release brainringringringring muted: no transmission i digress, speaking ofplease release brain
territories and vagrant stories golden globe in my room -
words say get back to me. i plow the technology out of both ears aching for comfortcalls and a faint hello
to whom it may concern please release brain and fellow particles sticking with the
music & muscles flexing
big silence or bust - this trust in devices; so my life fights nomadic
onesevenfive twotwoeightthree i know virtue of numbers and sounds made by g
Hide and Seeki cough and saddle up to my seat in class a little late but poised and attentive - there's a hollow seat on my left whichHide and Seek
feels haunted like the attic that always creaked during hide and seek at home
i was never much of a seeker, closets and frayed bed-frames always concealed more
than just a friend to me; sometimes broken bones or old telephones would appear to me like an apparition veiled by memories.
my teacher's got a mason jar for a head - it's clunky; all the good thoughts are rotten and cold. got his lips screwed
on tight enough to choke secr
These are but enjambmentsOde to a river reciting in time the slight tinge of life, the syrup of passing days is a molasses daze blinking in my hand; It's a burlesque mud, grand and wanton titans Throttle it 'till all the grains are free.These are but enjambments
From it I pluck your beating heart, I restart the synapses string by sagging string, Come what may I assume the luck of five fellowships, Sanguine bodies nestled in the riverbed, Trifling sums of turbulent waves shant keep me at tides' edge, I wade in the waters at my knees, my waist, chin-deep I keep up splash by splash, dashing down the thighs Of my luci
......an infinite disruption..I am not yet able to keep up with the time signature of your laughter, or the delicate bassline of your smiles......an infinite disruption..
And I want every song lyric I hear to mean something to you,
but I don't want to settle for your mouth's serenading chords in lieu of conversation.
The shoulder and arm that made me feel like we fit together are slowly turning away and fading into a smoky jazz number I won't hear anywhere but this corner bar tonight.
You give me that look I know so well, the one where all the words you'll never say are instantly understood,
Saffron Skies
HIT ME RUNNINGDon’t sell me funeral plots on late night television if the end is already in sightHIT ME RUNNING
am I supposed to pull the sheets up to my neck, count to zero, smile, and cease?
no
keep your pills, in all their pretty colors: celebrex, propecia, allegra, lipitor, zanex, viagra keep them for scrabble keep your rogaine, your facelifts keep your death insurance keep your graveyard reservations
hit me running.
let me go down swinging
make it a sport:
give me a ten-minute head start and an obstacle course.
I'm Baaack
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Do you find me sadistic?
I'd like to believe that you're aware enough even now to know there's nothing sadistic in my actions,
No Kiddo, this moment, this is me at my most... masochistic...
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-RAmen
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Member of ~dark-br | ~brasil
Admin of ~Brazuca
i shall be watching to see how you progress and develop.
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how can this mean anything to me if i really don't feel a thing at all?
i'll keep digging till i feel something
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It could be witches. Some evil witches.
Which is ridiculous, 'cause witches they were persecuted, wicca good and love the earth and women power and i'll be over here. -Xander, "Once More, With Feeling".
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I look forward to watching you mature as an artist.
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"Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others." ~ Oscar Wilde
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