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Rapid Cycling, Part II
It descends again, Heavy and engulfing, Dragging feet and drooping eyelids, The flurry of beings gets faster as my world slows down. Cement flows over my shoulders and suspends me in a sea of apathy. The yoga chick has a white punting dog I hate, yet I love her. There’s always something to kill the dream, the ideal. Seventeen candles soaked in virgin blood are stapled to the base of my skull. And I sit, words sliding down the back of my throat refusing to come out with any meaning. Hundreds of snapshots float around a map of the world, Remembering everything I want to forget, Forgetting everything I want to remember. For be
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Rapid Cycling, Part I
It’s like a dog in heat Don’t even try to shake it off Just settle in and get ready for the ride   Surrender as soon as your eyes open Because when it leaves, the struggle for survival is back on. Push the pedal all the way down, stand in the open sunroof and scream Turn the dial all the way up, dance until you fall to the ground Let the words flow freely, tripping through the thoughts racing in your mind Shine with the brightest stars, fly into the secret night Watch your inhibitions drop like petals from your flowering soul Release your fears into the rushing current of the river and savor the gliding drops of your life
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Vacancy
Swish, swish, swish ... Constant rhythm Fairy dust rainbows dance in sidewalk clouds Floating gently around thin slippers and her worn housecoat Swish, swish, swish ... Arms as thin as the broom handle Around the corner, back again, around the corner, back again Feet shuffle as the sun moves across the sky Swish, swish, swish ... 100 years packed into a life of 65 Three times widowed To patriotism, the bottle and a brown leaf Swish, swish, swish ... Parchment skin clings to frail bone Lips set in a straight line drawn far beyond the true boundaries Wafts of chicken broth and Malt-O-Meal mix with stale perfume Swish … Sil
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Blue Light
Beyond my eyelids A new blue light has appeared Peacefully being
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Yeah but ...
Adrenaline rush Metal and honey on my tongue Arms wrapped around solid flesh Weaving through a sun-dappled canyon Crossed legs tucked under a leather jacket Speeding through dawn-lit Parisian streets Thoughts vanish into the wind Life in trust on the back of a bike.
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Screaming In Watercolor
My heart beats softer now, the blood floating heavy through my veins. The tempest screams, screams in watercolor, and the golden curls of the pacifist bob gently, in exaggerated movements but slower than normal. All of it is muted. My responses are similar, I’m sure, but less pointed, less poignant, and sometimes they don’t even leave my raw throat. It’s the drug, I know, and I hate it and want more at the same time. My eyelids are heavy but the pounding has slowed and the edge is gone …. drifted into watercolor screams, which could last all night, floating softly around my mind.
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Life's An Illusion
Life’s an illusion Love is a dream* Banging drums against iridescent tile The golden sheen of forgotten past lives enters again and again, disguised as voices. I’m right.  You’re wrong.  I can accept that; can you? The blue light comes and goes.   It’s a tease, like the carrot behind the veil. You knew this all along. Don’t hold anything.   You’ll scare it away.   Don’t be honest, ever, especially not to yourself. Playgrounds aren’t for playing; tables aren’t for dancing; lovers aren’t for fucking. Sit quietly and nod your head.   No one will ever know.
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A Day to Die
It was a good day to die. A bright purple sun weeped through sewage-filled clouds, turning the pedestrians green.   The crack-head girlfriend snarls and pulls him back in through the decaying door, Destinies determined by a lighter and a spoon. Keys turn, sparks fly, coveted engines race from felt-lined cubes.   Brakes shriek, a helmet crushes and another life dissolves into an asphalt coffin. Grass crackles beneath swollen rainbow feet, sticky with salt and sand from years past. “This bouquet has too many thorns.” she says. “You know your blood is my life.” comes his reply. The violet
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Sneezing Flower
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Rapid Cycling, Part II
It descends again, Heavy and engulfing, Dragging feet and drooping eyelids, The flurry of beings gets faster as my world slows down. Cement flows over my shoulders and suspends me in a sea of apathy. The yoga chick has a white punting dog I hate, yet I love her. There’s always something to kill the dream, the ideal. Seventeen candles soaked in virgin blood are stapled to the base of my skull. And I sit, words sliding down the back of my throat refusing to come out with any meaning. Hundreds of snapshots float around a map of the world, Remembering everything I want to forget, Forgetting everything I want to remember. For be
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Rapid Cycling, Part I
It’s like a dog in heat Don’t even try to shake it off Just settle in and get ready for the ride   Surrender as soon as your eyes open Because when it leaves, the struggle for survival is back on. Push the pedal all the way down, stand in the open sunroof and scream Turn the dial all the way up, dance until you fall to the ground Let the words flow freely, tripping through the thoughts racing in your mind Shine with the brightest stars, fly into the secret night Watch your inhibitions drop like petals from your flowering soul Release your fears into the rushing current of the river and savor the gliding drops of your life
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Vacancy
Swish, swish, swish ... Constant rhythm Fairy dust rainbows dance in sidewalk clouds Floating gently around thin slippers and her worn housecoat Swish, swish, swish ... Arms as thin as the broom handle Around the corner, back again, around the corner, back again Feet shuffle as the sun moves across the sky Swish, swish, swish ... 100 years packed into a life of 65 Three times widowed To patriotism, the bottle and a brown leaf Swish, swish, swish ... Parchment skin clings to frail bone Lips set in a straight line drawn far beyond the true boundaries Wafts of chicken broth and Malt-O-Meal mix with stale perfume Swish … Sil
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Blue Light
Beyond my eyelids A new blue light has appeared Peacefully being
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Yeah but ...
Adrenaline rush Metal and honey on my tongue Arms wrapped around solid flesh Weaving through a sun-dappled canyon Crossed legs tucked under a leather jacket Speeding through dawn-lit Parisian streets Thoughts vanish into the wind Life in trust on the back of a bike.
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Screaming In Watercolor
My heart beats softer now, the blood floating heavy through my veins. The tempest screams, screams in watercolor, and the golden curls of the pacifist bob gently, in exaggerated movements but slower than normal. All of it is muted. My responses are similar, I’m sure, but less pointed, less poignant, and sometimes they don’t even leave my raw throat. It’s the drug, I know, and I hate it and want more at the same time. My eyelids are heavy but the pounding has slowed and the edge is gone …. drifted into watercolor screams, which could last all night, floating softly around my mind.
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Life's An Illusion
Life’s an illusion Love is a dream* Banging drums against iridescent tile The golden sheen of forgotten past lives enters again and again, disguised as voices. I’m right.  You’re wrong.  I can accept that; can you? The blue light comes and goes.   It’s a tease, like the carrot behind the veil. You knew this all along. Don’t hold anything.   You’ll scare it away.   Don’t be honest, ever, especially not to yourself. Playgrounds aren’t for playing; tables aren’t for dancing; lovers aren’t for fucking. Sit quietly and nod your head.   No one will ever know.
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A Day to Die
It was a good day to die. A bright purple sun weeped through sewage-filled clouds, turning the pedestrians green.   The crack-head girlfriend snarls and pulls him back in through the decaying door, Destinies determined by a lighter and a spoon. Keys turn, sparks fly, coveted engines race from felt-lined cubes.   Brakes shriek, a helmet crushes and another life dissolves into an asphalt coffin. Grass crackles beneath swollen rainbow feet, sticky with salt and sand from years past. “This bouquet has too many thorns.” she says. “You know your blood is my life.” comes his reply. The violet
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Sneezing Flower
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Strangers on a Train II
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adrenaline
you & I we're on flash-forward, running through the woods jackals in the forest. skinny whipping trees becoming electric disco scene your hair snaps like lightning razors on my face. shit, you know you're so beautiful when everything is maddened still your rage is like divinity coursing through my veins. if looks could kill if looks could kill i'd ride the bullets to feel the thrill.
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How I feel sometimes ...
Once I had a little game I liked to crawl back into my brain I think you know the game I mean I mean the game called 'go insane' Now you should try this little game Just close your eyes forget your name Forget the world forget the people And we'll erect a different steeple This little game is fun to do Just close your eyes no way to lose And I'm right there I'm going too Release control we're breaking thru Way back deep into the brain Back where there's never any pain ...
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This is weird (and kind-of gross) ...
I was sitting in my backyard on Sunday when I heard a thud behind me.  Now, I live in the middle of the city and my backyard is quite small.  It is also surrounded by brick buildings, meaning that sound is a bit amplified.  I looked over my shoulder and there was a pigeon lying on my barbeque (not on the grill rack, but on the lid, thankfully).  Although pigeons are plentiful in my neighborhood, they don't generally drop out of the sky.  I carefully moseyed over to see what was going on with said pigeon and could see it was bleeding from various puncture wounds but was still alive.  Rather than risk a pigeon attack to my bare skin, I went ins
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Dr. Jones
You know, in a few years you will be at the age where your chance of getting married starts dropping. Fuck you asshole.  If I wanted to be married I'd stay married.  I'm here for meds, not for advice. Oh really? Yes, so if you're holding out for prince charming, you may want to reconsider. You fucking fuck.  Get your beady little eyes off me and give me my pills. I know there's no such thing as prince charming, but thank you for the advice. Just thought I should let you know. Yeah, I'm sure you were watching out for me.  Just write the scrips and go home to your 5th trophy wife. Is that all then? I guess so.  Here you go. Thanks.  
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.:.:+fav:.:.thankYOu.:.:heart:.:.
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Amy--Louise's avatar
Hey :poke:

February is Haiku Writing Month- you should join in the HaikuWriMo with us!!

Do it.
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Maybe I'll try to catch up in March. As you can see, I haven't been active on DA so far this year ... so many changes in my life. But I just starting writing again this month and will have even more time in a week or so.

Hope you are well; I'm sure you've contributed sufficiently to the number of deviations waiting for my review. :)
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Cheers very much for the :+fav: on 'Strangers on a train II', most appreciated :)
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thank you for the :+devwatch:

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thanks for the :+fav: on pick a catchphrase, die alone


xo!
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thanks for the fave ... :frail:

interesting Doors piece ... in the journal.
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