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The MovementThe MovementThe Movement
You made mention of possibility delicatelty once before The movement of our weight shifting below, like gravity or any other undeniable force in consciousness, weighed on me like a thousand oceans, a mirage, a temple fit for two or not at all But perhaps you're right,
This is not reality, this is merely whispered in the absence of breath before we kiss.
by ~noneedtofocus
The distant mixtureThe Distant MixtureThe distant mixture
This autumn breeze reminds me of your legs warm, milky white a blanket a child's possession I carry it through my mind devouringly upon my shoulders.
by ~noneedtofocus
The First One-HundredThe First One-HundredThe First One-Hundred
My cigarette paper is so sad The same with this and me and you -
How can anything ever end? Bright morning on morning desks
Where we face the delicate music Ahead of me are adventures with far madder angels, and dangers, tho I can't foresee I'm determined to be nuetral -
"I'll just pass through everything, like that which passes through everything - "
- Jack Kerouac Desolation Angels edited by Stephen Moore
by ~noneedtofocus
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society is dead.the wailing of maternal skeletons; their breath unable to keep their lock-eyed children human. they, leaving their nails un-cut, to dig the worms from comatose eyes.society is dead.
I, in a slump, corrode in the mass and the pump of my wilted heart seethes blood into my mouth. My finger, frigid in touch, quivers on your lips and my last breath is suicidal surrender.
by ~polanskigropedme
a poem to be read aloudI want to ask you to read this to me.a poem to be read aloud
I want to ask you to read this to me so that I can hear it with eyes closed and fall between the cracks of this rhythm.
this poem, like jumping off buildings, is falling, [like you and I] and I'm cement-struck if not listening. crack. and in the instant that you glance at these scattered lines [or in the case that you should fall] I can slip between your eyes and stroll through the corridors of your mind - watching you search for meaning. I have assured myself
by ~insanexflame
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- Current Residence: Berkeley, Ca
- Interests: Finding artists.
- Favourite movie: Trainspotting has stuck with me for a while I guess.
- Favourite band or musician: Mr. Smith, Mr. Oberst, Mr. White, Mr. Etcetera
- Favourite poet or writer: Ezra Pound
- Personal Quote: "Girl you know nothing of me/ and how happy this makes me.
- Tools of the Trade: Windows Notepad. For some reason I can't write in anything else.
- AIM: noneedtofocus
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go stare into a cloud'
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Fuse the two: KAPOW! What are you now?
You're the human magic marker, won't you please surprise my eyes?!
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