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SufferingRemember when DA used to be about art and stuff? That was nice.
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Dried BonesI. Alive. I watched the sky fall – Bright red sky and The clouds cracked and shattered.Dried Bones
I dream the perfect lullaby: A mess of hands and eyes Amazing grace in stereo, surrounding me.
I dream a death. I dream a yes I didn't know I spoke, A feeling, faltering and flattered.
Warm breath in wintertime; I dream exhales of crystals, Drawing hearts in the frost on the windows.
II. In the event of an Em er gen cy Please remain calm. Tuck your
by ~LyttleBlankyta
On Romeo's NameIX. You say you'll meet me by the roses In the park that's near your house. I wait. You don't show. But I've known, Have practiced "wherefore" all morning, Readying my round-mouth surprised face for your absence.On Romeo's Name
VIII. In the end, there is always morning, The small comfort of a sunrise somewhere.
VII. If we sit stiff and watch the darkness change Through the windshield, I won't have to look at your face. I won't have to look at your stupid mouth, your Crooked smile because you don't love me. Because you don't take me ser
by ~LyttleBlankyta
Depraved IndifferenceHe is black leather dress shoes - shiny. Looks like TV-stiff psychiatry. He calls himself "we." He collects souls, composes them, Conducts composure symphonies and hymns. He calls it enough. I collect dust.Depraved Indifference
Across the room, you settle, Slip on serpentine indulgences And personal injustice, As if Justice is the foreign friend You like the look of, But don't understand. You accessorize.
From his Macy's shirt and tie Have sprung electrical currents Heftier than the lightning-bolt madness of Your day-to-day apologies. And who
by ~LyttleBlankyta
GirlsThis poem is for the girls. For the girls whose favourite colour growing up was green, Not pink. For elementary school princesses still dreaming of being royalty For the cheerleaders and the songwriters The girls who loved fairy tales, who love romantic comedies, For the girls who will not let you blame their anger or sadness on PMS Regardless of what time of the month it is.Girls
This is for Hillary Rodham Clinton: Too emotional to hold the presidency in an emotionally absent democracy For Angela Carter, letting loose her lions, For Britney Spears, once sixteen, once Mouseka
by ~LyttleBlankyta
Favourites
scratch and sniff...I will not bescratch and sniff...
the end of my
blood- line
(set aside) trickle down
genetics featuring double helix split
consider this
a hole-in-your- theory and my condom/ consciousness conundrum shifts
our gift- wrapped (in you) and all that (you do) strewn about in strands too soon to stray
a time- less blueprint for short shrift exits and cut-snip- slap-cry future interplay
life's birthed rehearsed your co
by *YouInventedMe
Nuclear.I am walking that thin burned-asphalt outlineNuclear.
between self-disgust and terror,
and, the wounds and blood, the seeping stuff from those I'll never know-- --their photos, scars, their stories of the flash, the sores, the wars, the rough, the bones, the heat, the fear to speak, the loved ones all resigned to dust the lack of regret the twenty plus the twenty hundred thousand more we have begun. the trampling of lives and hope so others could pretend to have one.
I think I can not bring children into &
by ~extramundane
I should tell him..I should tell him
I am on an airplane. It’s not in the air. So I guess it’s more of a groundplane, or a tarmacplane. It’s not just me. There are twenty-two rows, with four seats and an aisle. No one sits in the aisle, but everyone seems really excited to stand in it. I am sitting because I wore too-small shoes. I saw them at the store and didn’t care that they weren’t in my size. My love will make them fit.
I adore you, can’t you tell? Just try not to hurt me.
I am sitting, and t
by ~WhoKilledKirov
Devious Info
- Current Residence: South Carolina / Rockland NY / Long Island
- Interests: Writing, Reading, Singing, Loving
- Favourite movie: Rocky Horror Picture Show, Donnie Darko
- Favourite band or musician: Brand New, The Honorary Title, Cold War Kids, As Tall as Lions, The Format, Counting Crows
- Favourite genre of music: rock, indie, folk, alternative, punkrock, and gangster rap
- Favourite poet or writer: Buddy Wakefield, Ernie Cline, Scott Woods, Danny Sherrard
- Favourite style of art: Poetry
- Favourite game: Aquatic Basketball and Mulch Tag
- Favourite cartoon character: Eeyore
- Personal Quote: "I believe the words can chage the heart"
- Tools of the Trade: Angst!
- Website: http://www.facebook.com/JadeKeena
- Email: jkirch5@pride.hofstra.edu
- AIM: xfghtffyrdmnsx
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Spinning Dicks Is What We Get For Watching An 18+ Moive
Evan: So you jack off with your strong hand eh?
Alice: You Jack off with your left foot evan?
Bruno = Mello
Harry potter has the swine flu I blame the owl
A new meaning to choking hazard... Blow job
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I'd bury this pen into my veins.
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Spinning Dicks Is What We Get For Watching An 18+ Moive
Evan: So you jack off with your strong hand eh?
Alice: You Jack off with your left foot evan?
Bruno = Mello
Harry potter has the swine flu I blame the owl
A new meaning to choking hazard... Blow job
So I decided to look through your gallery. Can't say I loved every piece, but definitely the majority of them. You have a very unique writing style, and I really like it. You write poetry that's powerful, but subtle. I'm adding you to my deviantwatch.
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Do yourself a favour, listen to some classical music.
Also, thanks for adding me!
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I'd bury this pen into my veins.
xo!
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I am a poetry admin for =DailyLitDeviations.
enjoyed you're poem
'girls' and i'd just like for
you to know you're lovely.
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I'd bury this pen into my veins.
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nom.
(thank you!)
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I'd bury this pen into my veins.
You!! Hooray! Thank you! I was looking at your poetry and I guess all of the poetic-ness and creativity and deepness of your writing inspired me to finally write something!! I feel so relieved. For now.
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Art is the soul's autobiography.
I'm glad i could help inspire you
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I'd bury this pen into my veins.
And I love your poetry....it's amazing! No wonder it inspires me
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Art is the soul's autobiography.
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I'd bury this pen into my veins.
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"Sorry, Sheriff. I have a problem with women yelling."
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