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Literature
Elegy
Cast my ashes on Foster beach
And on wild roses in home's heath.
Tread me into boards of Globe
And smudge me in the books you love.
On the bench in Winnemac
Leave some there and don't look back.
In Grandma's house when no one sees,
Leave some where my father sleeped.
In my old room, the closet there,
Hash me in some little square,
That I may be a hopeful spark
Protecting children from the dark.
In Bingham, too, in little bits,
Let me be where family fits.
And on white marble with grand miss,
Ally me there with the Swiss.
In Florida out by the sea,
In the cherry trees off DC,
Or California with the waves,
Let all the coastlines be my graves.
Should the feeling strike you, don't stop,
To leave me in some coffee shop.
Mix me into your pen's ink,
That I inure the worlds you think.
And like the charcoal, dead and burned,
Let me sketch the muse you've learned.
Go to London, and when you sense
The sublime among a day's events,
Leave me there, a speck or two,
And all my gra
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Literature
Caldera
How like the wind
in mountains
sitting
we are, shifting,
a storm nestled in a cradle, sifting
our breaths,
we are
and are not
and never were
and always am
to be.
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Literature
Wind City
She's reclined
deep in her chair, a valley,
reading the stars, her little novella.
He is sitting so, her boy,
upright, her broad shouldered Joe,
eyes fixed out through the window.
They both shimmer,
the Lake, her cool Chicago.
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Literature
fresco
Oh, the wind,
another me to be, so
over the blue tables,
lo!
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Literature
Aquavit
My sister moved the moon
from out her eyes
when men of brass
began to peer.
She set the cool fullness
in a chamber in my chest
that night while I slept.
I always wondered
why the water cared
so much for me--
and why men feared drowning
in my presence.
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Literature
Altair
oh me--
ancient creature--
oh me,
to shelter only heretic wind in these veins:
the living book, the breath that names the stars
where blood should be.
and me
oh me,
I only desire
to tell the Mountain how she is beautiful.
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Literature
Lady Cirrus
She's posed smooth
all despite her shaking.
Trust, she's only still
at a distance.
---
The wind, oh!
These rosy cheeks, too;
Inside! Quick!
---
Perfume in the dark,
her pink sigh, cherry ribbon,
leading her knight home.
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Literature
Desire
he cradles wishing wells
now among his palms.
he knows best
water is no counterfeit deity.
the arrogance of bone and clay--
no muses now can remind them
how beaches were once
just teacups in the rain.
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Literature
Latent Heat
the heat
that shimmering man
walked out
from the liquid jungle of the air
and coiled himself
deep into the narrow cavern
of my kiss.
and summer is my hostage
until you return, my love.
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Literature
The Night of Cups
My blood is thick with ghosts and desire
tonight-- a hot liquor working through
the endless rabbit hole,
the scarlet circuit that lights my soul.
The naked moon has them rising;
her pale fire casts a storming smoke.
I breathe, and I feel them grow,
the deluge and the thirst.
If he should bite my lips too hard,
I will surely bleed the rain.
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Literature
Maths
To kiss the quietest thief
Your ear must press
To your own heart
As easily as mist sleeping on the chest of Night:
Never touching,
Never breaking,
But just as the sky touches
The floor of the sea:
With a liquid breath
Wrestling some gravity away.
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Literature
magnetosphere
The blood rose
from out my cheeks and chest and heart.
The blood sang,
"Though it's cold
Let's go North
And drink
In every shining Light."
The blood skated away,
with and without my reply.
And what and who am I?
I chased through,
my ghost unaware,
drifting in the dark behind me.
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Literature
Bond
The bones I've known
woke with you one night,
followed you out, beyond the doorframe,
never waking me.
Winter water watched you leave,
came in, nursed me--
took the vacant space as its own.
Walking turns me,
makes me ill;
when I stand, I float.
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Literature
Room
Act 1.
The cup, the spoon.
The naked flowers.
A plate and pan; glasses, radio,
      an old shirt washed.
Platforms--
Act 2.
The book. A book.
Signs.
The radio is on.
Pace fast; the beginning.
A bathtub.
ACT 3.
Flowers behind back.
Flipping game.
All look
    at some point.
            A kiss. Another.
Parade day. Breakfast.
Location.
Free.
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Literature
Anymore
there was a way you had me once
when you had me once when you
held my gaze like no one had
before you stood by me when i was turning
and couldn't lift my eyes from the floor;
and you're still there now
and you've been here now
for some time sometimes even
when you're turning and
you don't seem to be yourself you're still
standing by me and you're still
holding my gaze and i'm not asking for any more
anymore;
and you still have me now
the way you had me once
and i have you now
the way i had you
having me once
and i'm holding onto you
and i'm holding onto your gaze
the way i've never done before
i'm never casting my eyes to the floor.
not now and i won't be anymore.
i don't need to ask for any more
anymore.
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Literature
Morgen
a clear gray splash clings,
cleaves to the ribs
of the grass,
its fingers slipping down
along the sharp brawny husk
of the strong, plastic blade.
green elastic-band backs surrender to some other truth,
dip softly into a melting point. this morning dance, the minute ballet.
a periwinkle ribbon,
the satin mist tied into her hair.
she spins widdershins.
her polka-dot dress
the wind stirring the fields.
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Favourites

RD Gyroid by Schmiegel RD Gyroid :iconschmiegel:Schmiegel 42 11 The sanctuary of the Arkh witch by Koni-art The sanctuary of the Arkh witch :iconkoni-art:Koni-art 5,160 180 14 Zarathoustra 01 by mir-ahmad 14 Zarathoustra 01 :iconmir-ahmad:mir-ahmad 223 8 Painting Joan of Arc by DonatoArts Painting Joan of Arc :icondonatoarts:DonatoArts 4,567 145 whisperwhite by len-yan whisperwhite :iconlen-yan:len-yan 2,578 38 The Driftwood Cathedral by PeteMohrbacher The Driftwood Cathedral :iconpetemohrbacher:PeteMohrbacher 4,558 76 rose by loish rose :iconloish:loish 8,119 177 innocence by len-yan innocence :iconlen-yan:len-yan 6,684 124 overcast by len-yan overcast :iconlen-yan:len-yan 5,629 87 albus corvus by len-yan albus corvus :iconlen-yan:len-yan 8,583 137 Good morning Howl :3 by Kibbitzer Good morning Howl :3 :iconkibbitzer:Kibbitzer 4,672 133
Literature
moon acre
i am not built in the way of a house
nailed together, layered
on a definite frame- no,
more enigmatic in structure
pooling in the shallows of negative space
my crystalline shoulders and heart heavy;
human.
no habits i can lightly break
like cigarettes or coffee, instead
falling as a constant
into love and other margins
where man shouldn't go easily
and i dwell beneath the stars
i know i'll never reach.
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Literature
(im)permanent
I am the metamorphosis and drone;
an autolytic cell, shifting swift
into the folds of evolution
finding mecca in the local pond, an empty bottle
and other mundane things.
You are the universe in timesway,
swirled purple fragmented images of everything
bleeding and blending back into a space before
we existed.
You never loved
me and I
never knew
enough of you,
but in blips on blackout
skies we scratched our names like children often do
in pursuit of feeling.
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Aire by Mezamero Aire :iconmezamero:Mezamero 2,052 34
Literature
media cycles
liken my highlights to sea depths.
never learned to see red but plenty's left to seize yet.
arrogant and brief, kept the universe bottled in my throat.
sweet release—death—throttling a supernova. elect
to redress old gashes with cuneiform rejected.
bleed out in stress redirected. the torn up
writs in rote shackles, pagination of the infinite
sketchily thrown together in the shade of the rectory.
lathing, you expertly haggle my floating sheol
from rich myth to ragged fable. shekel me
not, for my tesselations stagger the bold,
congeal the thones of the past into intersecting eras.
this, the wrinkled stare of the ne'er to be mastered.
i am disaster, glaring from the sutures of last year's
missteps. i am the sum total of glitched messes,
wistful recollections, listed indiscretions, temporal
rifts, and wrong dimensions. numerically, i'm rather
impressive. but in my mind i am lichen
and ceded breath.
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Journal
word bleh
we did this thing in class where we had to just like, free write the first words that came to mind as they came to mind without thinking. and mine was very incoherent and strange, so i thought i'd share. (caps/non caps to represent how it was written on paper)
CAN'T
of the willow Patches see ice
thick playing in the ashes: nothing but
eternity in the brush of Strawberry wonder,
once a cat to be an Aristocrat prince charming
drowning children in sewage,
how to make a star
from this bitter SHIT or how to glass
the cap from last week where I am nothing but
a poltergeist formed from the dandelion behind the shed
in the garden where we were born,
and how to bless a cast, fuck a bitch,
kill the next person who talks.
kill the next person who talks.
kill the next person who talks and
diamonds are in the eyeballs of 
the universe expanding,
just a glimpse of utter
region.
like what even happened????? someone else do this too.
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Activity


Cast my ashes on Foster beach
And on wild roses in home's heath.
Tread me into boards of Globe
And smudge me in the books you love.

On the bench in Winnemac
Leave some there and don't look back.
In Grandma's house when no one sees,
Leave some where my father sleeped.

In my old room, the closet there,
Hash me in some little square,
That I may be a hopeful spark
Protecting children from the dark.

In Bingham, too, in little bits,
Let me be where family fits.
And on white marble with grand miss,
Ally me there with the Swiss.

In Florida out by the sea,
In the cherry trees off DC,
Or California with the waves,
Let all the coastlines be my graves.

Should the feeling strike you, don't stop,
To leave me in some coffee shop.
Mix me into your pen's ink,
That I inure the worlds you think.

And like the charcoal, dead and burned,
Let me sketch the muse you've learned.
Go to London, and when you sense
The sublime among a day's events,

Leave me there, a speck or two,
And all my gray will sublime too.
A fingerprint here and there--
But only what you wish to spare.

Some random dawn when you have woke
From magic slumbers when day has broke,
Put a pinch out upon your palm,
And hold me close in your good calm.

And when the ranchers cut the hay
Praying for the dry of May,
As the sun gilds the skies of rose,
Ranch's dust with me compose.

Or none at all, if truth be told.
When home is green and rose is gold
You should dance through fields and through grass,
And spin the earth to songs of brass.

As I am earth so sing through me,
And take me where you love to be.
Elegy
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How like the wind

in mountains

sitting

we are, shifting,

a storm nestled in a cradle, sifting

our breaths,

we are

and are not

and never were

and always am

to be.
Caldera
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She's reclined
deep in her chair, a valley,
reading the stars, her little novella.

He is sitting so, her boy,
upright, her broad shouldered Joe,
eyes fixed out through the window.

They both shimmer,
the Lake, her cool Chicago.
Oh, the wind,
another me to be, so

over the blue tables,
lo!
fresco
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My sister moved the moon

from out her eyes

when men of brass

began to peer.



She set the cool fullness

in a chamber in my chest

that night while I slept.



I always wondered

why the water cared



so much for me--



and why men feared drowning

in my presence.
Aquavit
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FritoB
United States
I'm excited to say that I'm back. I've been busy taking care of adult life and feel like I have neglected my writing and my page and all the great work that's been going on through NaPoWriMo up until now. I have sheaves of everyone's work to read through and enjoy, so don't be surprised if you receive a random flush of faves from me. Or be surprised; go for broke and be shameless in your delighted alarm. Or don't: I'm not the boss of you.

And I HAVE been reading through a lot of great work. I am constantly so impressed by everyone's ability to create and develop new work and ideas. The virtue of this site (and what consistently feeds my fire) is that it has the potential to create brand new styles and movements of literature in a time when classic forms become rote and stale. This is a beautiful little crucible, where a single idea or word or turn of phrase can become a catalyst for a brand new way of thinking about communicating and communing with the public. Literature is evolving with and adapting to suit a new, technological canvas and a fresh generation of minds that have never known a world without an intimate relationship without computers and highly sensitive technologies. I have seen my own style develop overnight because I have a screen in front of me instead of a sheet of paper. And although I still write some things in longhand, writing with lightning at my fingertips has shown me new thoughts and avenues of my imagination that would otherwise lie dormant.

I've been fortunate enough to be a contributor to the group GlitchLit, which is a great forum for creating and exploring the human condition and the human's relationship with communication in a digital age. Humans are fallible in ways this technology is not. I think this seemingly infallible medium exposes our humanity as well-- if not better-- than a page because of its superhuman efficiency and odd fragility. As the global community becomes smaller and better connected, zeros and ones become our new, global phonemes. Our digital data can last theoretically longer than in notebooks and can connect with anyone whose mind is on a similar wavelength.

Our languages begin to mix and divide again and again. New symbols come into play. Code becomes earthy and Earthly. But technology is more fallible than we are in profound ways. I'm passionate about GlitchLit, because it builds the bridges that future generations of poets will look to as technology brings us closer together. It sets the precedent for a new frontier. It allows us to make messes without getting our hands dirty, which is, in my opinion, crucial to the creative process. Being bold, making mistakes on purpose, exploration, experimentation, and making madness for the sake of new methods, PLAY, is mandatory for me. Many will disagree, and I hope they do.

I can understand how I may be alone. Art, and especially poetry, is diffuse by nature. You like what you like and create what you know. But I want to spread the word about this groovy poetry sandbox where you can build a castle or a mud pie or sling a little muck or dig to China with a rusty soup can if the spirit moved you, and the process and product will be supported in equal measure. The currency is respect and a sense of adventure. So, if I have not bored you with pontification this far, I hope you feel invited to share your tech-happy poetry or experimental work with GlitchLit. This is my one shameless plug for something that I am quite passionate about, and I hope you join in the fun.

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spoems Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2015   Writer
Thanks for the support. 
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50ftBuddha Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2015
Thank you so very much for the watch Frito.
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nawkaman Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
thank you kindly for the fave-y faves and other self-descriptive things. like burger meat. or text message.

ahem. thanks.
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siren-crypt Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
thanks for adding me to your watchlist. <3
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SheDares Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2015  Professional General Artist
Thanks for the favs :heart:

Eins, cinco, treize, twelveMais je suis trop triste,
trop désolée pour
cette monde de
we ran for all we were worth                  
[ M I S T A K E S ]
                   but it was never enough
Y no hay fuerza...
¿Porque?
¿Para qué propósito me llaman
una chica buena cuando
soy un desastre?
we screamed until our throats were raw                 
[ B U R R I E D ]
                   but it was never enough
Und ich habe meine Glück geficken.
Dieses Scheiße ist
üb-er-all.
we dug until our fingers bled                       
[ A L I V E ]
        
Power lines// Maybe it's time we ran side by side //
                                         instead of logarithmically //
// forever converging yet never quite close enough to //
                                                      - t - o - u - c - h - //
// where χ^0=1 no matter what you use
                                   to mark that infamous spot of //
       // legendary treasure //
                               a marriage of ∞ //
                                 
Embracing destructionAnd we'll run with the fire
l e a p i n g   from out fingers,
licking $cArl3t, aMb3r,
g01d as the sunset
over a city turned to ash,
the rubble of a once stable mind,
marble pillars reduced to
ammunition veined with Nav¥
ink   w/e\a/v\i/n\g   silent curses,
cynical prayers, laughter
bordering on insanity
echoing, bouncing, ringing
clear into a desolate sky,
1v0ry fangs grinning dry humour.
                        Have I not entertained you
                        with my blades thrown at
                        closed doors and glass
                        shattered through
                        bare souls?
   
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FritoB Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2015
Absolutely!
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SheDares Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2015  Professional General Artist
:meow:
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bedlamfornow Featured By Owner May 19, 2015   Writer
Thank you for the watch. :heart:
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FritoB Featured By Owner May 19, 2015
Thank you!
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