March 2012
125 posts
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smiles.
I want to kiss that smile, nip at your smirk, flutter shut eyelids and trace the lines of fingertips.
I want to taste whispers on wet lips, tongue fumbling words and unbuttoned fantasies.
I want to shimmy down darkness peel away layers, discarded to the floor. I want to make good on our woulds coulds, and wants-tos.
February 2012
330 posts
To travel
loqui:
A series of small journeys Within the larger story It’s the only way we really travel
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Dear body,
I would like to inform you that I have already been sick this month; as a matter of fact I had fallen quite ill in case you have already forgotten. That being said, it would be much appreciated if you could please release me from the current illness that is befalling me. I understand that I do not always give you the amount of rest that you claim you deserve, but desperate times call for desperate...
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quazyt:
I was putting my 2 year old son to sleep just a few minutes ago and before i got him settled down he was jumping on the bed. Then with out warning he comes flying threw the air and into my surprised arms.
Now, I cant help to think about how incredible it must be to have some one like that in ones life. Someone that we can trust with that a level of faith and abandonment. I...
some things i would tell her, if i could.
blankpagesandinvisibleink:
he’s brilliant. challenge him. he’s passionate. inspire him. he’s a dreamer. ground him. he’s driven. support him. he’s moody. lift him up. he’s cynical. prove him wrong. he’s loyal. stand by him. he’s honest. be up front with him. he’s fragile. be gentle with him. he’s yours now. love him.
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an unmanned island.
A petite glass island with fine glass walls, and a giant face pressed against the invisible screen.
Knock knock knock.
Hello! I would just like to know where it is that I am standing, the Earth is miles below and I hang here suspended on a petite glass island with fine glass walls, but the glass boasts a crack!
Knock knock knock.
Hello! It would bring me peace of...
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the Northern star has been replaced.
I’m a willow wisp whispering away into the Darkness, once that bright shining star that guided you here, now out-shined and worthless.
It’s more
loqui:
than just losing yourself at sea;
It’s knowing that you won’t ever be able to drown
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bravery with grace.
Put on a brave face, in spite of internal destruction and having to claw your way out of the tar pit you threw yourself into, put on a brave face.
Put on a brave face, in spite of double mirrors and the blue smoke that smells of aspen, put on a brave face.
Put on a brave face, in spite of tumultuous seas and the shattered glass within, the shrapnel in your ribs, put on a brave face.
March
loqui:
Glass trees chiming Bells of breezes Violets rising Means to me that Spring is coming March marching forth And my hands open palming For a little of that sunshine Back in my life.
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>sit down to write erotica short story
lmao what am I even doing right now
Skewiff
loqui:
Turns out The world really is a globe On tilted axis All seasick All weighted dice Throbbing smacks In place of circles like Square wheel bicycles I’m riding bowling balls Down wooden alley Thrown down into the gulley By bad eye-to-hand co-ordination Missed pins by misjudgment This is all just fairground spinning out Spilling out the sides Of the tea cup ride Sloshing up...
adustmitespeaks:
don’t plant a rose bush in the winter unless you are willing and determined to care for it
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love entire.
violet-words:
You will love more than once even when you’ve been done in manage to find the hope in the darkness, a fine adventure that all will spend a lifetime shining for, gleaming for the others out there beyond their grasp. But if you will the fates to change, the coal ...
loqui:
The aches of a mind Entire lakes poured to soothe And still not a clean thought
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love entire.
You will love more than once even when you’ve been done in manage to find the hope in the darkness, a fine adventure that all will spend a lifetime shining for, gleaming for the others out there beyond their grasp. But if you will the fates to change, the coal will ...
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gift-wrapped.
When I hand over my heart and help open it up like the first pull of ribbon off of a Christmas gift, they always make the same face. Noses scrunch up, lips pressed into thin lines. “Oh no, it’s lovely,” they say. And stop calling. (I’m excellent at re-gifting, though.)
Makes me wonder what’s so distasteful about my insides.
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guys guys check out the new thing I'm doing
http://acrostics-or-bust.tumblr.com/
It’s a blog which will soon have acrostic poem prompts. You can submit your posts or tag them with acrosticsorbust and I’ll reblog the ones I’m fond of. Feel free to submit ideas for prompts, as well! <3333333
If you’re interested, go follow! It should be fun!
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ebbingusually replied to your post: I’m fairly convinced that I would be feeling less pain even if I tried to rip my uterus out with my bare fingertips.
For back pain, lie at a right angle - back on the floor, legs straight up a wall - for ten minutes. For everything, any kind of tea, and awkwardly enough, masturbating. Orgasm = endorphins
This is absolutely true. I know timonysouler will...
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spectacles.
I keep rubbing the smudges from my glasses, rubbing the sparks from my eyes, but life is still so blurry and wet.
mols:
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after...
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More details about upcoming poetry chapbook!
I’m looking at a release date of June 1st, 2012, a collection of poetry, and some prose.
The book is titled Love and Other Ordinary Things, and as far as I can tell, the title sums it up pretty well! Love, heartbreak, destruction, and maybe a poem or two about coffee.
More details as they come, keep being wonderful, my lovelies.
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spun.
Maybe if I stand out in the dandelions and spin spin spin I can undo the dizziness
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awaitingthebreakofthesun:
If I could hang one thousand tea cups from the ceiling, strung by simple thread, I’d place, inside, the scraps of worded paper from the letters we sent, clipped by the beaks of pigeons and doves.
Go follow Amelia this instant! She’s an exceptionally talented writer and is truly a gem to speak with. Go go go!
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submarinedreams replied to your post: submarinedreams replied to your post: Melt. This…
I actually didn’t read it as sexetry, I really really can’t stand anything about sex. I simply thought the imagery and the way you convey the sensations is beautiful and I do like the fact that it doesn’t ~need~ to be read as sexy poetry.
The funny thing is, I didn’t initially start it out as...
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submarinedreams replied to your post: Melt.
This is actually amazing.
Aw Amy, you think so? :D It’s my first shot at “sexy” poetry so I was a little hesitant to post it at all, but then my impulse control problems took over and…well here we are. :P Thanks so much, sweetheart!
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ecrid replied to your post: Melt.
Only if you say please and that we can watch hannah montana afterwards
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Melt.
Cover me with candle wax, cover my eyes the bridge of my nose the spaces between my fingers. Drip the still-hot sticky-running on me. Cover me entire.
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Recyclable hearts.
A crushed can, red and silver aluminum with the tab pulled off. Sucked dry of that which it was intended to hold.
Useless.
Mangle it up so it’ll fit in the trash can. Recycle it. Make it new, make five cents, patch it up for the next consumer to drink.
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Muse,
violet-words:
Be my subject, the muse that commands my words. Be close enough for me to love you, but not so close as to fall in.
Let me study the callouses on your fingertips, the scars on your heart, and the twists of your mind.
Give me your words and the puzzles they entail, the freedom and the terror and the questions.
You are danger, to me, but painfully beautiful all the same, with...
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1,000
One-thousands miles to go before the borderlines, the deadlines, and the crossed lines bury us. But I will keep my promise to keep you warm even then.
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glass-peaks.
All of the space in-between is tragically nonconstructive to illustrating your beauty.
The lines are fragmented on ocean glass.
All I have is a pretty picture without the hands to place it in.
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you and i.
the-peony:
i hope in some parallel universe you and i are happy together (i miss you)
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girlbrokendown replied to your post: I have a personal vendetta against the Atlantic Ocean.
What did it do to you?
It’s sitting between people I love and me and making it very difficult! *throws fit*
buttbones replied to your post: I have a personal vendetta against the Atlantic Ocean.
fuck your shit
Sarah I swear to gog—
submarinedreams replied to your post: I have a personal...
I have a personal vendetta against the Atlantic...
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girlbrokendown replied to your post: girlbrokendown replied to your post:…
Hahaha, seal clapping FTW!
If only you knew how much I do this on a regular basis. Those who have more intimate relationships with me are familiar with seal clapping, flail hands, and screeches. It’s a whole other aspect of my language.
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girlbrokendown replied to your post: Overgrown.
This is beautiful and I just posted your letter :)
OH GOSH AHH two wonderful things in one post! Thank you! I’m so excited, ahhhh!
Here, have a literal GPOY of me right now:
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Overgrown.
I’ve rotted in the middle. The mold and parasites have eaten away the rings, plucked green from my limbs, set fire to my fingertips. I’ve been hollowed out by too many spring rains and too many harsh winters. I’ve rotted in the middle.
The skin is still tough, weathered, but I’ve rotted in the middle. Tomorrow the sun will rise and birds will nestle in my hair. Tomorrow...
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please excuse me while I shriek at high decibels...
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The Idiot Manifesto: Your lover is missing in the... →
theidiotmanifesto:
Your lover is missing in the sun’s river, Lifted the diamonds from your pockets, And painted glory into dulled rotten flesh With his pulsing and fractured finger tips Before his muted voice sang him to shore.
N o s e a k n o w s t h e s u n
this completely
completely
blew me away.
Secrets
loqui:
Finger dipping the pool And looking for the ripple She turns in the shade The trees asks no question And the moon keeps himself to Himself
moderateclimates:
for we are unfixed in a transient world, nomads for a nomadic plane of existence. (have you) ever known the sting of winter in the desert of isolation, (have you) ever known? souls drift on an icy wind, sting, chafe, bite through bone, until nothing but red sand is left (and you have become an un-memory)
this silent storm: Sounds of Sadness →
thissilentstorm:
Sometimes I wonder what sound a breaking heart makes. Is it sharp like a terrible clap of thunder? Or perhaps more discordant like screeching tires; of course no one knows for sure if a broken heart is loud like shattering glass or delivered in mind-numbing surround sound volume, but I, I…
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