.it was just a name after all..it was just a name after all.More Like This
To be obsessed with someone who is negligent at best … is that search for satisfying the insatiable the reason for this place? Is it why I always remain? A revenant with such violent demands and capabilities my body could never sustain? Which of us is truly the psychotic spirit obsessed?
Psychic or physical – I impose impacts paranormal. Let me in. Picking your single voice from this hiss white noise, fading in and then back out in clarity; you singing with that soft drawl; your songs of loneliness. Is it just bait laid to entrap? Do you dwell in life so deeply longing that I’m on your breath? Move in with me to this space of emptiness that I possess, that is what my heart pumps cold and damp, parched and longing, starved and demanding I’ll thump your walls and taste your hungers. Surrender, but retain your strength, yield to pleasures the human only drips in ink; t
. hexis .. hexis .More Like This
“… hexis is an active condition, a state in which something must actively hold itself. Virtue, therefore, manifests itself in action ...”
- Benjae, Phd Philosophy, MBA; now the manager of a growth targeted hooka bar; said over coffee while he studied the weather on a rainy morning.
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There had been a dissemblance; a joust of terms and use of important concepts, of thoughts of thinkers. Words exchanged in various vicious shades of victory and dismay. Each had counsel, each had other involved party's urging, or restraint; I'd had mine and he's having his. My previous adored and her rituals.
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The bar was dark and cold; there's no business in the ville during these holidays. He'd opened only to sit and put his ground tea leaves, snuff like, between his teeth and lip; to study the patterns of the rain on the table tops and concrete of the patio. I'd only approached and tapped on the do
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. closure . 2013.12.06
Do not bother with your 'sorry it ended this way' ... I accept no apologies from those who are behaving according to their natures.
I asked a friend for help when I needed it.
She could simply have said "no" in a kind manner, but instead went off like a bomb in my face. In that process of exploding she exposed how she had always thought of me and what her true nature is; a tirade of over eight pages in length when properly formatted.
She was, in her reality, never my friend.
She could just gently have said no.
It is as simple a story as that.
Do not bother sending me promises
. Nyx .More Like This
. Nyx .
The pain stopped her drunken expressionless rhythmic spin. The burn was concentrated and sharp; a pencil point of agony on the center of her cagina, that soft plump white stretch of skin from thumb to index finger. She stood and stared down at the ember still in its asteroid glow embedded in her right hand. The girl who’d shoved a cigarette against her while she had danced solitary in the anonymity of the dance floor grinds herself against the thigh of the muscled round-headed thick-lipped guy she was with and disappears in the bobbing mass.
The orange glowing ash clot drops from her skin and other dancing strangers push against her from each side. She lowers her lids and narrow bedroom-eyes her way through the crush to the end of the bar. “Gheaţă” she slurries at the guy with the miniscule reptilian pleat of black hair surrounded by buzz stubble skull across the bar. “Ame
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. admirer .
dans ma société compétitive
offre un confort ...
"Drift Away Poetry" for Pavel
Amanda © 2013
Image: "Untitled" by :iconphotoport: © 2013
. swarm .More Like This
. swarm .
in the drift and flutter
their dusted twisted threads
softened whispered mutter
sister'd Fate's abrupt ends
© Amanda 2013
"Fluttered Away Poetry" for Sanne
Image: "chaos theory" by :iconAnimaCreations: © 2013
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. v printsipe .
She is finding the gyro-deficiencies of the pavements creeping into the privacy of her intimate. Adapting to an uneven stride and pacing, and not solely to defeat the unconfirmable surveillance, is acquired nature now. The years spent in bunkered seclusion shaken off and surrendered in shocked reappraisal. Partnering, and all of the adaptations that have been entailed, lifting her from her previous hungered malaise; she is stronger now, thinner and more graceful in movement both physical and emotional. While this crowded city's residents are as public stoic as Russians, unlike the Rus they barge and push and hockey clip each other avidly; she is now adept at the dodge and turn to maintain her desired avoidance of bruising without passion being employed.
Hers is the systema of ponyat' sebya, it's essence found in an induced skewing of Royabko's principals; healing, faith, self-knowledge. For too long she la
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. vide .
Empty white wide open visible vacant abandoned in rain watered mid-stroke; this small shadowed space I held without hope. Tomorrow? Purchased birth of transit stretch, of longed for arms, of stranger views and startled eyes; tomorrow's fresh breathed banked and embered desires repose in rooms where others smoked and ate and dawdled in boredom as will I.
Tomorrow's pace will slow; tomorrow's time will stretch infinite, will drag with each motion of Marvin's seconds count. Days to hours to minutes to breath held moment's passage. Portals open at this leap and flight to future panting brown-eyed smiling open winged night-moth twinned, joined and held forever sister.
Cocoon silk drifts in afternoon airs, all the threaded past, all the spun pain, all the heated hot of woven constraint, all the darkened tight; let go. These wings, these many gossamer wings of me, take flight tonight, a pause to breathe; "We become our next delight."
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. extract .
i had this very odd sort of dozing dream
in my head
talking to her about love
about ourselves talking about it
trying to be able to see what the other feels and thinks
it's so hard in words
to tell someone what is going on inside
i don't … hmm … okay
my struggle to write
there is a small bit of water to the right
about the size of a field of flowers in southern France … maybe 100 hectares
the flowers are purple and in rows
with deep brown soil all well tended between the rows
but this is water
so the field of flowers is just a reference
the sky above the flowers is the same as the sky above the water
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. adventurer .
The Iliad, character's study of a certain central figure … deniable due to the causes of it all but in its funereal summary still there is but one that remains. Ὀδυσσεύς, clever slanted view of potentials, vilified by Latins, archetype of those who manage, just manage to wend a way to sucesses after having all the yearned for rewards and sufferings. Eater and haver of all the cake there is while walking on pathways paved in blo