March 2012
51 posts
Anonymous asked: How can a person such as yourself think so creatively?
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Don’t resent shapes
lacking the definition
of a perfect circle.
What we talk about
When we talk about geometry.
What they’re wrong on
when we say they say
two plus two equal five.
It’s just the same
when two look straight
touch without words
unoriginal and beautiful.
My song won’t worry
to ask them to read
between the lines.
What they’re looking for...
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Once Apon a Time Sometime After the Narrator said...
Don’t say the word love. It’s cliche’ and overdone. Don’t say “I’ll stay with you forever.” Those words fit well with Paris. We could get married the day we met, but then again, this isn’t Vegas.
The words “I love” have their hand prints in Hollywood. Disney owns the copyright.
Snow White, well, she left after a week. Cinderella...
So today I started a last.fm account
eatsleepmoresleep:
They asked for a list of bands.
Mastodon, Death Cab for Cutie, Thousand Foot Krutch, Animals as Leaders, Miles Davis, Newsboys, Smashing Pumpkins, Edgar Cruz, Louis Armstrong, Flights, Michael Mucklow, Radiohead, Simone & Garfunkel, Them Crooked Vultures, John Phillip Sousa, Helen Merrill, Band of Horses, Bombay Bicycle Club, Frank Sinatra, The Strokes, Tycho, Erik...
February 2012
54 posts
Her name tag
Said everything
“Sweet n’ Low”
Fake sugar without
that intoxicating
feeling neither
healthy or
pleasing.
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Forgive me we don’t fit.
Love or love me back,
I cannot ask.
Lower me, or go up?
We could see our numbers
with little need to
deduce, simplify or redefine.
But one
divided by three
Make it painfully
easy we’d never find
the end of this.
A few years ago I made an unwritten list of things to do before I die.
Now I can finally say I’ve scratched one off.
I’ve used up all the ink in a single pen.
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What's my line?
“But why did you pick me?” and it wasn’t that he was a sort of mythological Greek god. She was in love and needed some sort of definition as to why he loved her in return.
Every girl he had ever been with longer than three months had asked “Why me” and, at one point or another, the question really turned into “Worship me?”
Through the last few...
Maybe I’m just trying to hold onto some sort preconceived definition for masculinity where Poet doesn’t fit the discription.
Personally, I just look at myself as some guy trying to stretch out a single sentence so it looks like I wrote out more than just a single sentence.
As if the “Why I’m not a writer” phase wasn’t enough.
It is much
much much easier
to meet the lack
of a standard.
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I wrote you a poem
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This could never go unsaid
My being is bleeding
recycled through tubes
That cold feeling
is living
which we have become so used to.
Life is worth too much
to waste
On all the stories
that fail to entertain
It should be interesting
starting with the first sentence
Onwards,
and to the final page.
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“I thinking we’re falling in love”
Winter must be on its way.
“Things are about to get cold.”
“What?” she said
“Oh, nothing” I replied
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She came back
for her clothes
and she was beautiful
but this time only to show
exactly what to miss when she left.
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Looks like love
But then again, she did have a thousand different ways of looking, same as there were exactly a thousand separate pair of eyes all locked within the gaze of her own lifeless sight.
A face, that body, her physical stance: it’ll be simply what it may. Letting it be, will be, the only way to allow it to age with any kind of grace.
Had no one given noticed, neither would she. Every whisper...
Shut up and write. Shut up and love. Shut up.
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Do you ever wonder if the roots travel down just as deep? The sidewalk has a bottom on both sides.
It just might be possible. Maybe their feet decide and mine only follow. We only walk the same way, stop at the same places. As my eyes look up, could theirs look down?
What they see, it will at least be endless,
as is, most everything we see.
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So the story goes
As the song ran from my ears to the brain, and from the brain to my heart, there was no denying who was in control; it wasn’t me.
Not a single chord connected between the song and my emotions. They didn’t fit. If my eyes had gone closed it wouldn’t made a difference. Pitch black, sitting in the corner of the room where the only movements came from a pair of headphones.
Then...
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The Story of a Verb
Run home. Nothing loves. Hide inside. Stay alone.
[End Paragraph]
Look up. Move forward. Stop crying. Say hello.
[End Ch. One]
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She’s really pretty.
It doesn’t matter who
Or why.
The “really”
needs no specification
no proportion
Simplify the sentence?
She is.
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Thinking’s
Stinking
Hating?
Blaming
pseudocat: i'll make my grave a toilet, then
eatsleepmoresleep: Oh, well in that case, I'll make sure to leave the toilet seat up when I go.
pseudocat: WELL THEN
eatsleepmoresleep: Hehe....heh
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Take mine. Take Love.
Take Take Take Take Take Take
Just like the lake
that can’t, won’t, flow out and
give back to an unending ocean.
The rain weeps in sorrow
and fills the dead sea.
The dying existence of such
As Take Take Take
Never ends with give
Pity the river we once were.
Flowing, loving, and unknowing.
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Process of success
Mom gave me cash
They put her in pink
Dad even winked
Wait it gets worse
They’ll stair outside
from the window to see if we kiss
Valentine’s alone is better than this.
She ordered the garlic bread
So I got her back
I sat in the bathroom
for an hour and a half
Then at the table
She wrote me a poem
“How sweet of you
to smell like freaking poo”
that’s...
Any band
In a way, their first album will be my favorite. They hold the most hope and all the soul. They’ve got that one idea no one will approve. It’s not about the sound, only about the wonder and discover. It really shows us who makes it where. The last song to their break up album always sounds so desperate. They’ve made it to hold it, but not to love the thought, the sound and the...
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Sunset, Sunrise, and The Color of Roses
Death came from the heart. The heart, as it filled within its own pumping liquid. ripped in its moment of death as we all though heart break felt like murder. This was quicker; this was colder. Dare they both say, it was love.
The knife at hand, hands to their limbs and these systems stemmed from a deep red burning feeling only satisfied with the that same, shimmering, color.
This isn’t...
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Write a feeling
Pure and unending
It will bleed an abstract
Eternal, Lost
With a great motion
Leaving us in the misunderstood
It’s just what emotions
Feelings. do.
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Soundless love
Stop doubting whether it’s actually “okay” to say it or not. I know it, and she knows it, and I know What you’re afraid to say.
When she gave me that embarrassed look and finally asked “how could you love a blind man?”
My feelings finally spilled.
“You say that like money makes a man more attractive. Anne, you say that like you’d have never...
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I sent posts to jayarrarr, skelechitophobia, .
We ate lots of silly
with the side of anon (and gray)
I said to them all, and in a cheeky way at best
“if I asked for purple, would you give me two”
It was loads of fun.
Valentine’s day is far too great
to waste
on a lame expectations
in harlequin fancy pants romance.
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Days like this make people as me
feel as though the great many things
that have found me to be small, ever so
unnoticed.
They with their ever building weight
Hold a body to the ground just as
links to a chain tied to the bottom
the lowest floor of a sinking boat.
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An ode to all my hopes
Dreams are a revolution. They come with hope and wonder. They will, more often than not, leave us hanging from a tree for treason.
The only time to follow through with a dream is when there’s no longer anything left to lose.
Too many people dream with envy, with a hypocrisy that only implies trading places with the greater as if they deserved it more. These dreams are revolutions...
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Even with as little love as it has been.
Far more than my soul had ever felt
Underneath my skin
Far less than what I’d need
But more than mine.
My soul, might die for this
As it did, as it will and as it has.
“Let’s just speak without thinking. Let’s find exactly what it is we’re thinking by blurting out everything that comes to mind.”
“Yeah” I said “That’s what everyone else does. Isn’t it.”
Does it mean what I think it means
Or is it meant to mean what someone
made it to be.
Seldom both
since our eyes
waiver on
our past sight
Forgive
and forget you forgave…so you’re mad again.
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“last relationship” is synonymous
with “heart break” or “a joke”
Don’t you wish we’d stop the part where
we say we feel heart break when we’re only kidding
or say “just kidding” when something, deep
is really bleeding.
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The body bleeds ideas
perhaps it’s time
to cut something open
As this is for those to love
Trust the one who can’t be found.
Not yet spoken. Words ever waiting
days, minutes, moments away.
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"Better than sex"
“Oh boy, this PP&J is going to be better than sex!!”
I’ve never had sex(moving on). This is a constant battle at edge of my tongue for control over my conscious being. “will he say it’s better than sex?” And this, is just the problem. I’ve almost said at least twenty-seven times today “Oh boy! This is going to be better than sex!’
This...
Hunger is often mistaken for love.
Snooze Button Blues
Pick me hit me
five more minutes
think the wonderful wonders
in each moment and lay
the bed headed head to rest
Once more just more a little longer
ten minutes only makes it twice
Love me touch me make me rest
sleep in wait more hit the snooze
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It wasn’t, as feet carried the body. It wasn’t beautiful in the way it should’ve been. Maybe it’s cliche’ to walk for someone, except without them.
These words don’t come, just in the same way no one can force love. If my mind had tried to write of love and lack thereof, these words would be with preconceived feelings.
The one thing I can promise,...
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Same as always
Wake up, snooze button, brush teeth and shower
Don’t forget the tie. What is it, Wednesday? It’s not really important. I’ll find out at the office. Take the elevator, go to the parking lot, drive. Up until this moment everything had gone on the same way any other work day went.
Mark lived alone, ate alone, slept alone and everything he did where another soul had not yet...
