February 2012
271 posts
when
linesentwined:
i want to be your first vision. as you crawl out from beneath a hardened mattress let my face hold back the cobwebs that obscure your view. i’ll show you the beauty in shadows cast by low light slipped through cracked blinds how soft reflections whisper truths cast across morning skin, denied by nervous hands, quiet and intimate we’ll converse...
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mine?
i like to think that you write those words for me and as you picture my long arms flapping in the wind, like used car marketing, a slow smile crawls from out of your lips. Have you saved any love for me, in that big beating heart of yours? I can only pump purple syrup out of these struggling veins and arteries. I like to think that you write those words for me, and that you dream of me, and...
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trust
you taste like the wind rising underneath my wings (wild grass and salt from the ocean), savor the thought i woke up and you were in my dream, still yelling for me to come back trust me, i will
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not yet
don’t go yet i’m too tired to trace trails in the sky, or falling planes can’t we just lay here for a few more hours and see if we can make these walls melt for real every time i see you i remember what i’m doing here and why i haven’t left please don’t go, at least not yet
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i do
i love you more than i love myself, hence these trials and labors the scars on my feet can attest to the miles i’ve trampled on like drunken words slurred and stirred light sleep barely touches eyes i love you more than i loved you before, each day
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winter
take my soul like you did my breath under cover of night threads woven thick that blanket arms and legs and limbs your love is the winter snow that hasn’t fallen yet
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miss me?
did you miss me? while i was fading into bland paint on the wall, and occupying wooden frames, moving eyes in the dark did you miss me when you were away, in dreams lost and losing shifting landmarks sinking sands will you miss me when i’ve gone?
On nothing and everything: monologue (in four... →
onnothingandeverything:
i. his voice is like a warm bed on early sunday mornings, slipped into late, looking for comfort after a hard night out. low tones embrace me, tired and worn like soft cotton, wrapping sharp corners in tenderness, almost impossible to extricate myself from when the time comes, always too early. ii. i could live in it, almost - construct a humble abode from his...
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most days are just minutes passing, voices interleaved with the soft fabric of time (falling) black curtains adorn musty old rooms, with hardwood floors that talk loudly. derisively, eventually it all comes apart
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contaminated samples
who wants to guess how much red stuff i’ve got left in me? divide by time and you’ve found something the experiment has failed, discard the body
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huh?
and now my dreams lack the excitement they did. mostly just the sound of waves crashing, crystalline blue, rhythmic and calming, like they roll over coastlines, you roll over next to me, still climbing out of your own dreams now nothing happens, except the occasional glance and smile. your eyes still look the same better now huh?
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i told her i loved her because there were no better ways to describe the rapidly closing airways that constrict words into choked fragments, stuttering, stopped or the way my heart falls from my chest like the phone from my lap when i casually hop out of moving cars like bad dreams
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days run like black ink down the side of our mouths. think we would have learned not to tempt fate like that… bite marks, dripping drool, cut tounge embraces the salt of sweat dodging eyes and noses wont these hours fall from our shoulders like jumpers who bend to provocation?
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linesentwined:
They lied, claimed it took a thousand words to picture new flowers, fresh bloom. It only took one to spill innards onto canvas. Abstract. Stained tarp and dried paint under our nails is a dead giveaway. Hair wound tight mixes and swirls color till no-one can tell what’s what but for faded…
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s_m_t_m_
sometimes the wind doesn’t carry the rain and clouds get heavy, walking on broken backs. pavement is kindling for idle hands and the warmth radiates burning roofs, and baseball caps, and the tops of trees. sometimes
Loading the queue with some stuff. Still no internet :-(. Sad to be missing all of your wonderful writing. Life is good. I’ll be back with you soon… Gos
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stars
why reach for stars when their drunken light stumbles to us anyway? maybe a little late, but eventually… it doesn’t dim their shine to know stars may not exist any more, because (for a time at least) light was all we had, to feast on, and bathe in, and leave behind for grey and black and all those words we couldn’t take back
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Dating a writer is the best idea ever
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swore your arm was wrenched deep in my esophagus, tight grip, pulling strings from the inside
double helix
linesentwined:
Yearning to twist stray words and combing fingers around loose strands of hair in tumbling lines. Kept close to heart mementos to trace my well versed tracks towards endings in familiarity illuminated halls. Doesnt ...
linesentwined:
True words ring like chimes peal back from drowsy covers spelling stories of redemption waited long for morning birds bring news of rapidly approaching clouds brewing storms like strong black coffee bitter and dark reflections run deep in cups overflowing.
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linesentwined:
Insistent time urges haste as steadfast desires press like jealous hands sealing ardent notes with red, imprints on the insides of your arms and thighs, pages spread open to savour fully sensations new. Fresh flesh honeyed to taste like golden lunar glow, warm and…
Still Alive. No internet. Still Collabing tho…hit http://linesentwined.tumblr.com/
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still a quiet night deserves celebration burst the sky or at least stars and watch them rain down like streetlights illuminating bright laces they hold everything together
for paper woes
have lost each
and capped the drops
in a jar of palms
when quiet times
take hold of cobblestone nights
when you are without me....
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don't look down
Then i attached my hopes, like little books, stacked higher than my shoulders. Fatter lips contained more pages to be turned, or have been since. Wide covers have mostly the same shit, just bigger pictures. And in my haste i’ve stacked big books on top of little books, and awkwardly shaped building blocks abound. Somewhere at the top of my little ladder of big and little books i’ll...
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itis
even leaves fall from time to time. we catch red and orange like hearty meals to lower lids and occupy vacant rooms. warm fires lap at toes to lead heavy limbs to satisfying slumber
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why covet stars when you can set fire to the cushions that line our feet and earth desire grows and envelops everything
myinkstainedheart:
They had ears but they would not listen, thus I set forth and sat myself in the heart of the garden, pass the loamy bed where grew the dahlias, the fair blooms swaying their hips to the wind’s arias.
I began to converse with the vines, the trees, and I learnt the language that is spoken by bees. The podgy, green caterpillar, as it climbed a herbaceous stalk one day in...
ambiguous-transparency:
That country path cut from a field- hostile memories in golden oat where I ran so very fast where I ran until the sweat covered me where I pulled my hat off and screamed as the cool midnight breeze gave my soul back to me.
All this time I longed to be whole, to feel more than alive, the breeze setting passion to my mind and hypnotizing all fear to dance away from my...
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tribute
what are moments if they’re not hinted with your scent? or visions colored the same as your hands over my eyes? reached out and grabbed the wrong pair of glasses, saw the world as you did. your fidgeting hands turn screws that drop ribs, refer to these blueprints for further instruction. my daily tribute to this thing i can’t name what is time but opportunity
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early november
if i could grasp the breath from inside down from behind words kept clean despite all the dirty things that leapt down open throats and we say anything we have to just so we never come back here again
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tap
Said life Kept moving. Dust in a fan Trails Eventually Illuminate nothing Clutch the anchors That decide your Fate, a million Little fingers Growing louder
onnothingandeverything:
A retreat, to the reassuring comfort of imperfection and worn love embodied in the inanimate objects occupying the stark emptiness of a hasty existence. She understood their story. It always starts with a novelty that sparkles; a gleaming flawlessness that snatches vagrant attention and pleads with sense for rescue from shameless display (wouldn’t it be better safe,...
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tea in a thermos
dropped sweet words into your morning tea so that i could lay on the back of your tongue, all day constantly threatening to replace my name with the words you say. I have you every night before I fall asleep, and i’m starting to think i can’t close my eyes unless you show me how you make me feel useless i can’t wait to conquer mountains and prove they can’t separate what...
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romantic huh?
let me be the grime beneath your fingernails, everything you’re clawing to keep i promise to appear just when you’d expect me to and stay longer than you need your favorite addiction, let me crawl beneath your skin
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twins
it’s all the same, carbon copies where ink stains everything and these clouds have gathered, intent on loitering above our fair city menacing rain attacks passerby what has the world come to?
things my mother taught me.
blankpagesandinvisibleink:
when you say i love you, mean it. if you can’t mean it, don’t say it. if you can’t say it, don’t stay.
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wilting hands wither to let loose grips squander what we’ve gathered try again next time
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is, was, now, is
tight muscles bound to bone let you feel life as it is hasty scrawl yawing loudly spans lines like life as it was and here we are now at least we can believe what we see, visions of our own hands tight muscles bound to bone let you feel life as it is
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title
funny how old pages never reveal anything new without a little coaxing patience is a gift and the other thing
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Smoky blues
in these halls the stale smoke still lingers like mint leaves curled into scalding cups of angry water, pale green dissolves into particles, better consumed
and it doesn’t quite matter how high we get when next mornings cobwebs have yet to be spun is it worse than what you expected?
cataclysm blues blasting a harrowing circle in the back of my temporal lobe I see stars I see wonder...
arctic admissions
fluentinsanity:
you left me alone
with my thoughts
so I froze
all my hopes
in veins
with the rhythm
of a heart that once lived
out its days in sun
I’m moving to a place
where I won’t melt
and runoff
before I figure out
how to solder
a soul
don’t worry—
it came this way (discount
aisle, chipped and scuffed)
I’m certain
you gave me the chance
to want to be whole
on my own
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blue #2
goodnight warring eyes, wont these twilight hours bring welcome respite? for still air to form pockets beneath my back and neck and lazy feet is truly a miracle and someone somewhere breathes life into me every time my heart quits tomorrow i’ll wake up and everything will be the same just a different color, red to blue
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if
if you could find the room in your chest, between ribs to love me, then maybe these words could leap from behind pale blue bars and join you, on lonelier nights (when the tree branches scratch glass, and claw at the hems of dresses)
In Waves
mobbleberry:
Anger swells within my thoughts, when I look upon you. shame surges in a curl, ebbing with the tide. Shifting with the time of day, dictated by the compass points, of indifference. ...
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soup
loose porcelain lips evoke bruised exteriors swift kicks expose faulty construction, inferior by design, like fibers once entwined now losing petals and wilting cold hands survey grey landscapes where mans handshakes are the scales of justice. damnation is brewed adjacent to where trust is, complacent breaths continue to underachieve you’re the rain, or the clouds that freed it, or soft...
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sunsetsinexile:
Each face in this city is a promise, of what, I don’t know yet. Maybe of cold nights, or the foggy memory of a dream in color, three years old: green sweaters, a run-down fridge humming blue electric shivers. I cringe at the complex history of flight, of irretrievable homecomings from multiple exiles.
Bitches
keciasamethystheart:
Gum popping Neck rolling Ghetto ass bitches
Mood swinging always talking nagging ass Bitches
Always broken can I borrow a dollar asking ass bitches
Straight A’s Walking into glass wall dumb ass Bitches
It’s a lot of bitches in this world, but It’s better to be a bitch than a hoe
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bar
on cautious wings and wind howling voices crept across salt stained lips lost in waves of mixing straws and decorative bounty one more drink till time runs its course, start again