March 2012
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December 2011
5 posts
simple words in a simple verse for a girl who is...
There is elegance and beauty,
in words that we simply state.
Avoid synonyms, analogies,
devices masking true value.
Though there’s nothing I’d rather do
than affirm you are the “Bee’s Knees,”
I must make these tendences wait,
because your resolve, shivani,
has unmistakably caused my flames to dwindle,
but this passion is reawaken,
just by, simply said and...
To be etch-a sketch erased from someone's life. ...
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Considering Suicide
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Feels very alone.
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Some random DREAM man
His eyes were shut. He felt the chill at his fingertips. Slowly, the chill coursed its way through his veins, into his heart, through his arteries, and finally through his brain and lungs; his blood had been replaced by ice. He began to lose feeling. It began at his toes, and then his feet, and from the two extremities the numbness began to converge at his chest. At first, his heart beat...
November 2011
1 post
For the Sky is Hollow and the World is Round
September 2011
2 posts
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Swimming through concrete
Life is a lot like swimming through concrete. You feel a champion like Michael Phelps one second, and then entombed like a rotten corpse the next.
Woolgathering thoughts.
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My White Problem
Hope is fleeting. It’ll only carry you so far, like a car with a flat. Don’t invest hope in others. Don’t determine the future in your mind. you’re only setting yourself up for disappointment.
August 2011
1 post
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A proverb
Let go or be dragged.
July 2011
5 posts
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The Deep.
Squelching in the deep, the mud pits ooze before our toes and squeeze and squirm their way between the crevices, like water through a canyon.
Sinking in the deep, first our feet, then our calves, then our knees, now our legs, up to our waist, down goes the stomach, the chest submerges, and farewell to the cranium.
Dying in the deep…
it’s a lot like living.
Love is
Love is a downhill
climb.
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If the world ends in fire...
If the world ends in fire, my icy tomb, stricken with chilly spindles, spidery tendrils which snake their way, like cracks in the pavement, on this hot summer day— like jack frost at Spring’s first sun, shall drench the ground in its misbegotten woes, for no man of snow high or low, rich or no, does know true tragedy, terror or loss— no, he only knows that hoary frost, and that...
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Nuggle Fogglebottom
Lovable Mud-Eyed friend coming soon to an Epic near you! :)
The following is a work of fiction. Any...
June 2011
10 posts
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Chapter 1: The Legend
On the ragged walls of a once great kingdom, where men with the Eyes of the Sun once stood, it is written. A legend that told about a shining kingdom, about peace, prosperity and universal content. A legend that told about the arrival of chaos…
Here on the walls of ______ the legend goes:
In the times of his majesty, the royal _____, our splendorous kingdom _____ stood tall, mighty,...
To Pam...
Love, with all my heart, undying, unchecked, boundless love.
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Whale Anatomy #2
Like the whitened, tightly drawn skin of Ahab’s spermacetti menace, a thick, insidious cloth lays its fabric down over my mind. Why, dear white sheet, do you seem so vastly blank? Why does your multitude of tedious white pixels dot my mind with emptiness? I dare say I should take a lighter to you, dear white sheet, and scorch that whiteness into oblivion. White into ash, ash into air,...
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There is no...
There is no rest for the wasted vagabonds who fritter away their existence to the sharpened end of a pine needle.
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“History is just one fucking thing after another.”
– The History Boys by Alan Bennet
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Whale Anatomy #1
The only original thought left in this world is knowing that you can no longer be original.
So what does this mean to us then?
Give up? Refurbish old poetic prose? Spit-shine another man’s novella?
No.
This means: move the fuck along. Writing is wasting your time if matters like these concern you.
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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
By T. S. Eliot
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming...
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Oh, Machine Heart!
Stir, oh, Machine Heart. Stir once more and beat with your pistons. Fuel us with your sanguine oil. Your motor burns once more, Oh, Machine Heart, and we begin to move. Heart of fire, heart of rage, burn, burn, in the crimson night, burn burn, bloody, red, and bright. Your fire reels my imagination, Oh, Machine Heart, your fire sears my imagination. I stare at you from afar, like a lion...
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