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DrumlineHis dishwater blonde hair hangs in his face; not dingy or stringy. Just gelled into place. Or, maybe, Abbott's hair just falls that way over his green eyes. Either way, I'm not fascinated with the boy's hair-- it's his hands that I watch. Subconciously they move to along with the base line I'm strumming on the seam of my blue jeans-- trying to match the breathing tempo I've set for him. With my pick-- a paperclip stolen from our English teacher-- I repeat over and over. His beautiful green eyes are glazed, it's his ears that are trained on my thigh, his drumsticks-- long, slender, and pale laquered lengths held with a lover's palm-- tapping aDrumline5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
PercussionHeartbeat pounds to the beat of drums,Percussion7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feet keep time, ears tell mind, that this music is way too fast,
Cymbals clash, mallets bash, against the heads of drums,
The world seems to spin, as the band begins, and joins the percussion line,
Suddenly the music stops, signaling the end of the song,
Please tell me why, it feels so wrong, when the sounds of the pumping drums are gone?
i miss the bearable summer miss the bearable summeri miss the bearable summer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of childhood spent in barefeet
and making mud-cities for dinosaurs
and never picking enough cups of blackberries
to stain the inside of a baking pan
as purple as our heat-cracked lips
i miss the bearable summer
of mornings making electric-blue play-dough snowmen
and finding dirt-frogs under garden hedge logs
of going on walk-abouts to get the mail
excavating for indian arrowheads
and pretending that tree-roots are fossils
i miss the bearable summer
that we would have spent reclaiming our innocent youth
i am so sorry.
Battle Squire4 years ago in Fantasy
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Poetswe are fickle and petty creaturesPoets5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drowning in our whiskey and cigarettes
our occasional dabble in mary-jane
is excusable
as long as sunlight warms our back
and we smell of pen ink and notebook spirals
my mother, 40, and unhappily married
gives me advice on dating
-i'm already having an affair-
heaven knows this boy has my sexual attention
but, it is word-smithing that has me
S2E4 - Duet8 years ago in Other
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When I was in a cultWe always drank hibiscus and mint teaWhen I was in a cult4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out of chipped porcelain teacups,
their gaily dancing Elizabethan women
faded into forgotten smiles.
When I was in a cult
the elderly women wore their
blue-vein war paint proudly
and spoke in grunts and rough hand gestures.
Certain words were banned
for our protection:
Haptodysphoria.
Sesquipedalion.
Absquatulate,
but we didn’t need them anyway.
When I was in a cult
my eyes were innocent and hair plaited
like my sisters’, mothers’, aunts’.
My fingers were tree bark,
the ants my freckles,
and the sky was my only friend.
When I was in a cult,
no matter there I went,
Abby6 years ago in Movies & TV
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BlurI always knew I had something to live for. I saw the blood from your pores and the shoes you were wearing. They kept me standing when I felt like falling, and left my feet bruised and broken. You’d push me down and watch me spring right back up, like a garden rake with the leaves still in its prongs. Your leaves are in my toes too, and your mud on my knees and elbows. It doesn’t come off.Blur5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You never asked permission because you knew I would run. You just wiped my tears and hugged me too tight, and I snapped right in two. You said you didn’t want to break me, but you did. I left you crying, just like you left me. I wonder if th
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Alice in WonderlandI went from standing completely stillAlice in Wonderland5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to falling head first down the rabbit hole.
All the blank spaces filled
With jam and mad souls.
"The answer is there if you look upside down.
A deep rhetoric from which to learn.
We learn our lessons falling down,
So seldom pray, we crash and burn."
And I'm still tumbling down this rabbit hole,
chasing empty pocket watches.
That hollow glint of gold
and the thirsty doors and rusty latches.
I still believe in magic
no matter how much they define.
And I believe that a little white rabbit
could be what ran off with our time.
Menthol FeathersMenthol Feathers4 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
He has eyes like the tips of ball point pens, bronze marbles dotted with an oily black. Lips that are like caterpillars which are
dead and
rotting
they’re cut in half and painted with lip stick, till they taste like chemical caramel.
He draws deformed, hollow cases of people he see; they’re painted with splo
#BandGeeks Monthly Newsletter #1: Band Camp:icontransparentplz:What do you have in mind when we say "Band Camp"? Nervous, scared? Excited? Is this your first year? Second, third, last? (#BandGeeks Monthly Newsletter #1: Band Camp9 months ago in Personal More Like This) Whether this is your first time going or your last time there, band camp is always going to be that one place that isn't so easy to get through.
:icontransparentplz:We know how you feel because we've been there many times, especially when your field commander, drum major, and band director yell at you for everything. It's a pain when you don't have enough water and sunblock to survive those hot days of summer. And don't get us started about memorizing music (that dreaded parade music from hell!) and getting down all your marching skills--all in one summer.
:icontransparentplzefore you even consider quitting, we have some advice to give you about surviving one of the most toughest places that your marching band will ever take you. It won't be bad, we promise!
:iconmusic1-plz:
How
Marimba Hero4 years ago in Other
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