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counter-glow

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counter-glow

now c'mon, this isn't as serious as you swear it to be, beating your chest like some pathetic sailor  writing wasted letters to a girlfriend on her third fling in two months - it's simply not that SERIOUS. your ears clasp shut-tight, eyes same and i swallow the bile rising - so DRAMATIC, but can you be anything but? i pretend you start to make sense and this time i cannot hold back the laughs - the thought of sensibility courting your unwieldy persona is too unrealistic, so far fetched - what is your goal? what do you hopelessly wish to accomplish? this bores me, your bi-polar fluctuations, your sad hormonal changes - get a GRIP, w

paper cranes

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paper cranes

one-thousand, one. the folds and creases, tracing every deft movement of my hand, disassociating myself from the action of -   folding, bending, tucking, smoothing - creating paper cranes, plus one thousand, it's believed the maker's wishes shall come true. one-thousand, seventy-six. you still stay far away on little island off the coast of this seafaring town. town visit have been kept to    a minimum since my altercation -   no - since my confession of undying love, devotion, admiration from afar. stars and planetary bodies seem closer, within reach as my hand reaches out into the expansive sky while outlines

older women are the best

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older women are the best

“dude, see that woman over there? yeah, the one with the yellow shirt on. her name's jasmine. yeah, she's smoking hot. she's a flame, man. tried to throw some flame retardant on her but she was too smart for that. fire, she's a forest fire. walking on the sun in July, she's burning up. comet coming from the sky, falling through the atmosphere. she's spankable hot, know she knows moves these young girls can't even begin to know. she textbook bona fide amazing. i'm about to put on my learning cap, cuz this girl could teach me a thing or two, you know what i mean? yeah!!!” the other fellow looked at him, mouth agape,

anagrams and puzzles

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anagrams and puzzles

i told her i love anagrams and that i was going to start calling her Leskeya. she said she loves puzzles and that i seemed to be an enigma wrapped in a sea of oddities. warned her, said to be wary bout guys like me, the ones that fall in love too quickly and she warned me about girls like her, the ones that gives gives gives everything to the boys who never knew how to take just once in their lives. and i'm getting enamored still by her amazing smile and peer- into-ones-soul eyes, the innocence mounting higher each time i find myself awash in tides of blue that recede and come in, lapping up starfishes and hermit crabs wa

the colors stayed trippy...

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the colors stayed trippy...

            feeling ill and drinking espresso has never been a decent combo or a good idea and the thoughts don't make sense  as much as normal - see an uncapped Sharpie on the street and think that there is a     amazing poem to tell about this uncapped magic marker. she says i make everything magical and wonderful with my              get-away mind, skid marking    what any other normal would say, chop block and chop suey gone bad. she's desperate to have me notice her and i'm desperate for    someone that's not her. my dreams fill of the girl that got away, slipped out of my grasp all to haunt my every dream that i s

they'll say they were...

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they'll say they were...

the gun looked liked something he would have seen in a overtly violent graphic novel, the blood pouring out her side in comical, copious, suspend-belief amounts, an ounce shy of a gallon, he surmised, surprised once he finished looking on only to find his reflection returning a fascinated gaze towards the killer's fierce stance; he was worse off than any comic book character he could have ever read about and the woman that lay dying seemed as tragic as any love poem he could have ever penned. the papers would sensationalize the situation, but the simple truth that he hated her and him and the attachment of "them" would bore

AIDS will be next

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AIDS will be next

i'm trying to find the cure to cancer; i think it might be easier. i'm searching all the tight spots and places, asking all the seers and learned men, pondering and meditating nights long for my answer; this thing, love and all sorts of attachments hooked with it, how to obtain it. the sky told me to look towards the sea. the sea told me the moon told him what to do. the moon bashfully said it was the sun. the sun smiled long at me and I learned nothing - nearly burned my eyes out. i'm trying to find the cure to cancer. a weathervane sat perched atop a old barn, spinning wildly in autumn's crisp air. metallic rooster looke

spiraling, simply spiraling

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spiraling, simply spiraling

"why do you stare at my mouth so much when i talk," she asked him. it was a reluctant gaze into her eyes he made as he spoke, "i'm trying to understand what you do so differently with your mouth than me or her or him or them. the composition astounds me, wraps me in sheets of eloquence, simplicity, contentment - and I enter a world where only angels play, arriving in spaceships, high up high, beams of columns of light spiraling towards the majestic peach hued sky stretch and reach; to pass by, taking glances thrills the mind." he paused and couldn't continue; looked back at her lips, the moisten glint glistened

this is how it began

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this is how it began

it started out with him asking if "you do cannabis," and she said she'd never make love to a cannibal. awkward silence first, laughs next with exchanged numbers as ease settled down comfortably in the middle of the two. they met up on april 20th and had fun doing nothing special really, feeling good and high the whole while. she said she would have never considered smoking before and he said she needs to free her mind, shackles of tyranny throw down, rise up, resist and multiply. she never had to learn the word defy before, but he spoke to her of her defying the norm, being fly on her own, tooting her own horn just for he

liquor makes the drink feel...

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liquor makes the drink feel...

she says she hates it when i drunk, but i don't see why; i can't remember why any of my problems are bad so bad when that st-ready stream of alcohol touches my lips and throat to the tube heading down my stomach - i'm serious, i don't know what's all the fuss about or      worry need at all. the problems, they stack themselves up like domino pieces, like dominos waiting for you or me or youbody walking along to flick, knock one of them all down to laugh and see that chain     reaction all start to pick up, and i don't like that then, what when that     begins to

Spotlight

Punk Girl And Eyes

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Punk Girl And Eyes

she was a punk or alternative chick, bowel shaped haircut, light pink blush on, mish-mash assortment of clothes, stripes, solids, all to signify her originality, independence, emancipation from the Man, him and his oppressive bureaucracy. she sat with her coat on, black something, gray baggy sequin sweater missing a button, those legs, slim fit jeans on the thinnest legs, thinnest thighs i've seen in quite a while, and she would look, stare at me sometimes, me returning the favor, playing the game, staring into those eyes, so small! i've never seen eyes, pupils, so small, slightly, ever so slightly cock-eyed and i swear her right eye was a d
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Favourite genre of music: Rock, Pop, Classical, Electronica
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Devious Journal Entry

Devious Journal Entry

It's been ages, yes, I know. NOW, to get to it. A little project I've been working on lately, to help keep my creative juices going and a way to honor artist I've admired way too much over the years. I pick an artist I admire, pick a few of their pieces and whatever inspiration I get from their photos/drawings, I write based off that. First up, the uber talented !Emberwaves (https://www.deviantart.com/emberwaves) I have eleven poems I did based off her works. The piece will have the link to the art it was inspired from. After :iconEmberwaves:, it's gonna be bohemianpoets. :dance:

Indie Humble Bundle 2

Indie Humble Bundle 2

I haven't updated this thing in EONS, but, for the rare chance anyone here is a gamer, I couldn't let this cool deal slip by. Some site called Humble Bundle got together some of the best games on the net and are allowing people to donate whatever they want for five games. The money goes to charity and you get to split how you want the money to be distributed. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=orzQ2J-oDpc&feature=player_embedded I did it. Works fine! Enjoy... oh yeah, and I'll try to get some new poems up, too. :p

what else do you need from me?

what else do you need from me?

i'm slowly making my way back to dA after a updating absence, forgiveness, please. :) saw Iron Man 2 today - freakin great. a Captain American and Thor (with a healthy dose of Avengers mentions throughout) made for a GREAT viewing. LOVE the fight scenes and can the acting get any better? it was so great, LOVED everyone. apparently Jack White was in the movie - name was in the credits but so didn't see/remember him. in other news - coheed and cambria's new album is a grower, but is a good one. and.... i gots nothing. lol gotta catch up on everyone's stuff.

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YouInventedMeHobbyist Writer
Well, I'll be...

How are you? Welcome back! (Just came back myself about 8 months ago.)
Good, man, good. 

I'm not essentially "back". I'm always around, more just looking at art. Harder to find poets I like lately. 

Glad to see the muse is still alive and kicking with you, old friend!
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:headbang: by CookiemagiK thanks for the :+fav: bro!
YouInventedMeHobbyist Writer
Thanks for the :+fav: on human time capsule!
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Hi! (/^3^)/ ~:heart: Thank you so much for watching me!

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There you can find more pics, wips and news. Hope we see us there again! :heart:
Thank you so much for the watch and fave! :heart:
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Thank you for the :+fav:!