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the notebook isnt right10 years ago in Other
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love songlove song7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I was shot at
but I didn't die
the bullet passed right through me
and hit some passerby
so I pulled up my shirt
and showed the shooter why
"look I was born with a bullet hole already going from here
all the way to the other side"
he squealed
"it's true we're soul mates you and I, but wait
first there's a test I'd like to try..
do something to me violent... anything you ever wanted to try"
I took a pen from my pocket and brought it down
with all of my weight into his thigh
he didn't scream or blink he just pulled off his pants
and showed me a pen-shaped pocket of cartilage in his side
where my pen was now snug ins
but i love cars9 years ago in Drawings
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leeches8 years ago in Scraps
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breathermy cigarette went out,breather8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I took a deep breath
my pen died,
so I stopped writing-
.
ewet464664ewet4646647 years ago in Scraps More Like This
in a perfect world
geese would never see snow
the future is the most fertile thing
you'll never know
in a perfect world
all lovers are stoned
the future is the most fertile thing
you'll never know
a goose making love to a snow bank
humping it hard, humping it hard and slow
the future is the most fertile thing
you'll never know
a goose making love to a snow bank
humping it hard, humping it hard and slow
all capsmy finger slippedall caps9 years ago in Scraps More Like This
and hit the caps lock key
and I kept typing
I didn't even notice
and then when I looked up
there you were
your name all shiny black
bold and tall
all caps
i would like a little butter10 years ago in Other
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over coffeeover coffee8 years ago in Scraps More Like This
you would've made a better god
because you're short and soft
and speak to yourself through the world
tunnels for sense
saying "why didn't god think of that?"
disorganized and forgetful
the forgettable skin trembles
outward like a tent
you would've made a better god i'm sure
Saturday afternoon, peacefullycollecting on death betsSaturday afternoon, peacefully8 years ago in Scraps More Like This
singing into tampons
you are not elvis
The Story of BillThe Story of Bill10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not sure what was here before...*NUKED*
alt ver songalt ver song8 years ago in Scraps More Like This
there now that's some well-crafted denial
double stitched and everything
when I think of the world as life and death
I can't masturbate
but when I think of it as senses
and words and sounds
inseminate, inseminate
the birds and the self-conscious
the ground and corpses
the undecided
animals evolving into dirt
and then dirt pouring, squirting
out of animal vaginas in animal shapes
seed everywhere
swimming to you
drowning through a cracked face, smiling
precious and stupid
I need to find new eyes and ears before these ones die
I'm heading somewhere
I need to eat
I'm heading somewhere
I need to eat
singing with something elsesinging with something else8 years ago in Scraps More Like This
if you could die of dropping eggs
you would live either avoiding or seeking
and be romantic about it
holding the eggs tighter and tighter
until they broke in your hands
you take a cloud and touch it
with your lungs sucking on your throat
pick up the ground and throw it back down
sucking your opposables clean
singing "this rug is definitely dead"
singing with something else in mind
grammer rule 1 - a correctionsome names shouldn't be capitalizedgrammer rule 1 - a correction9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the name of your hometown, all of them
if you can even remember them at all
or anything at all that isn't in a warzone or being danced on by angels
life is lowercase and it always has been
this is a correction
i bet on the hurricane8 years ago in Scraps
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lets not wakeup andsay we didlets not wakeup andsay we did9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do we have to keep waking up?
To alarms, lovers, and loud noises caused by cats
We're built to hypnotize ourselves
The flow and the throb of blood, buzzes
Mosquitoes in our veins, white noise
We put ourselves to sleep, it's easy
No need for expensive medicines
Soothers, heated blankets, and soft beds
Why do we have to keep waking up?
Why do we have to keep waking up?
newer version-
(let's not wake up and say we did)
why do we have to keep waking up
to alarms
moody lovers
and loud noises caused by cats?
we're built to hypnotize ourselves
the flow
and the throb of blood, buzzes
mosquitoes in our veins
white noise
we pu
fiberglass wombfiberglass womb9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you give me enough time
I can build you a fiberglass womb
you can suckle on exotic flowers
and native plants too
you'll have enough room
to grow infinitely
but you'll never be born
and you'll never grow teeth
and after a billion years
of this security
when the world outside has collapsed
and been reduced to debris
you'll still be floating
with your fishhook fingers and goldfish eyes
your womb is your coffin
but you'll never die
gfy5yresleeping in an officegfy5yre9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a classroom, at a wedding
you have the best dreams
and they won't leave you alone
for the rest of your life
here is what you lost along the side of the road-
a love slipped under the door
baby pictures
a cassette that proves you snore
desert sunrise
some regrets-
a needle in your arm
that taught you trust isn't worth anything
if you're the only person who has it
a smile that's just a smile
forgetting is growing
I'm hoping
slothsloth6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's earth
and then there's
you, the sloth
moving, rippling the fur
filled in over with
lichen fields swaying forward
then lunging back
like a tide over and over
the lichen's praying
to the heap which washes
through blistery hunks of jab
of honk of grueling sick livery
lucid colors, wild flowers
creeping up out to the new life
the cats dragged in
the new life the cows came home to
the new life the flu killed millions for
the new life the swallows sing
sweetly and fly on their own song
and together we swam in it
covered in sick feeling urges
that are real , urges are real
blunt and disturbed edges fill
don't get madGenesis in the airdon't get mad9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Job in the gutter
Paul's letters in the fireplace
set your bible free
paper airplanes
paper boats and hats
paper footballs
a fire starter
set your bible free
budget cuts8 years ago in Drawings
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Random Comics 17 years ago in Strips
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C.R.N comic8 years ago in Drawings
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sex education under bush8 years ago in Scraps
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