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Pretty.Odd.
3.25.08

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I've climed through years dreaming into lips that, when parted, offer no heart; secreting only rancid imperfections last seen sprawled across lofty highways and dark hangovers that poison reason like inevitabilities and hands with no match.

Night after night spent swimming through eyes that shudder in silence, bleeding pools of white kept so long inside pen and paper that release threatens to corrupt a once loose fist and send it flying hard against selfish rage.

Day in, day out, longing for a meaningless touch from a hand that means the world. Awaiting harsh whispers from lips lost from the crimson of my own. A blind eye turns toward mine, piercing my retinas with plague ridden apologies derived from a heart that only comforts itself.

Nonchalance forced down "love's" throat only impairs already drenched souls; dragging battered limbs through a soggy star-scape; pouring life's illness into faithless corpses set to dance on false hope that cries for reality to end in shards and melt into a more perfectly rounded perfection.

I'm new. i usually go on my livejournal to haunt art communities, but never add anything of my own. and because i can't draw or paint, my creativity is let out with pens. well anyway, this is a couple weeks old. i drove past an apartment complex being built and thought that would be a pretty romantic place to..love (as i called it) and wrote this funky poem.





" I christen these walls
Adieu, daffodil!"



We'd love in the
blank upstairs.
The construction of our movements,
parallel.
Glittering wood chips,
the unattractive cries of solemnity.
Bare building shakes from
living too much.
Boy, you know, so swallow,
and the empty sinks clank.
We'll know too.
The moon as our alibi,
we hop into dank, stark, sometimes.
We'll live them, love them, so much.
All you'll later understand you want.

well, it's hard to find a very active writing community. so i'm testing this one out. my main goal is to possibly get some feedback on where i stand when it comes to writing. i typically write poems and sketches.

this is a short little sketch of someone taking drugs, losing control, and well, hurting someone.

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Hey everyone...I'm new...but just thought I'd post something I've written, just to give things a spin...this was written with Magnetic Poetry, so its a bit choppy...

what is the color of fantasy?

I imagine us consumed by thick air.

the earth our bed beneath us

and a clouded sky lights our way

as you rise and fall into me.

naked shadows dance in the summer night

as together under warm gentle rain

you take me.

I cry for you to use me.

wandering tongues chase

whispered truth between us.

we make love.

i inhale you

shiver cold

as we play in the rain.

morning comes

brings daytime too soon.

must we always wait for night?

i need you.

This is my newest piece. Written only last night.

It seems when i sulk in the fact that i havnt been able to write anything lately, i am hit with inspiration.

Weird..

I want to kiss you
like salt water tides washed up on
sandy beaches
disolving into one another like
palm against palm
and fingers laced.

I want to kiss you
like raindrops on hard ground,
conquering dry land
like secrets softly spoken
from behind closed eyes.

I want to kiss you
like gently streams of smoke
from lit cigarettes
disapearing into cloudless nights
like hearts entwined and
past lovers rejoined.

Like we are one,
I want to kiss you.
With flesh against fleash
and infecting
becoming.
like hard waves
crashing and wearing on
jagged rock shores.

I want to kiss you
like disease spreading through
ravaged bodies,
overcoming sound minds
like breathless whispers spoken
from lips tied to
heart.

I want to kiss you
like true love and
star filled skies.
like holes puched in
my sanity
destroying my stability
like endangered hearts on the
verge of
Self Destruction.

i just wanna fuck. wanna wanna wanna wanna. i just want to i really do want to fuck.

Hi guys, I'm new to this community and thought I'd give you a taste of my 'talent'. This poem is one that I consider to be higher up on my good list... what do you think?

 

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I speak Spanish and English, and went to France for a week recently, which inspired to write this poem.

Speaking Spanish on the Eiffel Tower.

I am an alien on this surface
A stranger, my tongue is useless
Smile, nod, point
Trying to cope when my language
Is never spoken

We always take for granted
Comprehension, and now it’s lost
The blanket of common knowledge
Cannot comfort me

I am orange, nothing rhymes with me
Like a Latin word that is no longer said
I am a dying breed and all I know
Is useless

I am a child, illiterate, deaf
And trapped within this awkward ignorance
I crave your language
And thirst for understanding

I returned yesterday from a trip to Amsterdam. This poem is about a person i met while i was there, and i'd like to hear your opinions on it.



Michael's going south

Aging slowly becomes harder
So you go and seek warmth
in random people's hearts.
You sell maps to oblivion
wearing a golden smile.
"The weather here's cold" you tell me,
"And the people too."
These streets are so clean
but we're all wearing shoes.
"It's the coins," you say
"They've frozen this land."
So you're leaving in five months
And you're gonna head south.
"The streets are dirty in India
And I will walk barefoot."