March 2012
292 posts
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unfortunately
Unfortunately the stars wont push through the ceiling on my behest the bottom of a drink always tastes like victory (the drip means it’s working) sometime soon we’ll return to where we know we belong, the places we can’t seem to forget
linesentwined:
i. every step shakes stone loose, a core once colder now warms at the thought. an awkward gait beats familiar rhythms. feet pound concrete home, racing cracks in crooked sidewalks down shortcuts discovered accidentally and held secret between clasped hands swinging in time as pursed lips whistle wandering tunes
ii. in fact ...
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Season's Waltz
allisonsanthology:
In the fall
time moves like
red and orange
bursting at the seams.
fresh color descends
to where we know
it really
belongs.
a loud crunch with every step
lets us know we belong.
The colors move like a body
understated and lovely.
The adjacent winter waits with jealousy
melting under the warmth of pigmented
blushes.
—
A collaboration between...
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think about it
obsidian wings taught Icarus the lessons of envy, weighted heavy, isn’t pride the anchor that keeps us tethered to a spinning world?
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Collab Me
linesentwined:
at noon the clouds burst to rain down shards on lonely heads
we chase red streams from whence they came, strange origins conceal glossy exteriors
outofherhead:
her skin was a rich, remarkable shade of brown. her eyes deep, dark pools that liquefied me. and her mouth… oh, her mouth was poetry, the kind that brought men to their knees.
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Chinese Food
a hearty meal ate too quickly for my own good, though remnants are a not small victory, peace is satisfaction that the future will come, or not
February 2012
291 posts
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almost
the sun smiles sweetly on your face, while half crescent smiles dissolve into the milk of wide teeth. deep tea eyes bring levity to a laboring heart the sun smiles sweetly on your face, almost as brightly as i do
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seldom lies
we pause like days retire losing steps in the sand to hostile eyes maybe the paths we craft set the wakes we leave behind maybe petty flames grab at the edge of pages calendar ink seldom lies
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past
i once dropped leaves and wilted, when tight grips from roots turned rust colored and arthritic bones cried, reborn into kerosene lamps that catch ash from those that pass. past
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damn
Life throws us rainy days, once in a while, to let us know we’re still alive. Pharmaceutical warmth from cardboard sun only numbs the pain. You came from your mother, like wet socks on a long sojourn, rotting from the second you’re discarded.
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sleuth
must be a fool to give the keys away so easily, from their perch wind chimes are now silent, and as she puts shiny red suede heels to your heart don’t be surprised if you’re numb to the touch or warmed at the thought follow the prints
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dirty
dirty flesh the days wear hard on fresh leather, let the salt in air evaporate any resilience that may remain they all stop flailing and thrashing and howling eventually
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you’re the soft pockets of air under my feet protecting steps from the harsher pavement that hoards heat and camouflaged ice you’re the soft lining of threaded relief, woven thick to block winter you’re the windows, that show the beauty in the world and when i’m with you i forget the ills of the world, even though the roads could crack and split and bare teeth i’d...
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stood boldly at yesterdays threshold, shake your fist at the sun and maybe menace your way to a few more stars, tomorrow. all it takes to attain your dreams is blind aggression and a firm grip
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fingers and toes
what good is sleep? enshrined tombs of paper thin script even a discarded paper bag can traverse landscapes if pushed if you keep your eyes on the clock long enough (while everyone else snores) you’ll see that time eventually slows to a crawl, and reverts back to a fetal state the neighbors cant differentiate between fingers and toes
whoartgos:
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. ———————————————————————————- collab between whoartgos...
I’ve got the internet back Let the Dashboard assault begin
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victory falls from split hogs, open clouds reckon tomorrow wont cut as deeply i’m sure that more words will come my way, and the caustic burn of anticipation wont cease to occupy envelopes each day is just more evidence of the things we already know i win
whoartgos:
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
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?
Lines Entwined: paint →
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.
On nothing and everything: linesentwined:... →
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