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Julie Folgers
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looking back
its not a booth like in the movies dark, with shiny wood and a window that is really just black wires like the crappy fence that runs between my neighbor's house and mine and just like i can see my neighbors through it you can see the man in the white through the gate that is just black wires although they never let that on in the movies. its really just a boring white room white ceilings that are as shiny as a bald man's head. i look at this stranger and he is bald too. i feel my own hair and it feels soft and smells too spicy for this room of baldness. the silence floats around but it's bald too. its wearing a toupee of re
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put down the looking glass
the moments are for the stealing they don't stop for anybody floating like kings on white feather floats and i'm swimming in my insides as they turn inside out and evaporate into my eyes but the good news is i'm alone again closing my eyes to all that is swimming or floating or sinking or spinning around me a constallation spells your name in the stars that appear when i rub my eyes too hard and when everything else dissappears (including my discarded bottles with insecurities that never made it across the sea) you are quite beautiful.
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The Lost Chamber
the first boy i ever loved lives in a freezer in my heart it is a white room, walls covered with ice crystals he sits in there night and day hating where he is, shivering in the room but i know he wouldn't be happier anywhere else underneath the ice there is padding on the walls i don't know if he went crazy when he got in there or if he went in there because he was crazy. the blood doesn't pump there anymore but people say once it did as the empty veins run like old pipes hidden in the padded walls they are almost beautiful with blue rust and shimmering icicles.
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Marionette
he lived in her face, or so it seemed. his moods, whether warm, frightened, or furious seemed to be screened in her young features. today, while looking at her, i could tell that he was angry. it showed in the tightness of her jaw, the shadow in her blue eyes, and the shimmer on her eyes' pink rims. she was constantly in a battle to win back the strings to her own face, reaching for one string in public, trying to draw the corners of her mouth upward, toward all things good, the sky, angels. but he always held the strings. today he felt like tilting them to the left, and she was dragged along, not able to show her frusteration as the strings
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The Phoenix In My Cigarette
i feel like i'm losing you slowly. and it makes me realize that i am just a cigarette dangling over an ashtray as everything inside me slowly glows orange before curling into itself and turning to black ash that will crumble at the first angry touch. some parts of me are still glowing though but maybe maybe i need to turn completely to ash just in case i'm a pheonix. maybe it is worth it to die for that rebirth that goes against every law of physics as my much too aggravated dust slowly forms around the air and is inhabited by a warm orange glow and maybe after a lot of practice i will grow into something a little bit
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Why I Love Writing
i started writing poems in eighth grade. i remember when i started writing my first poem. i was in the bathtub, with my head halfway underwater, and i thought something that made me sit up and say hey, that sounds nice. i dont remember what it was, but while my hair streaked out underwater around my floating head, my head inside was writing my first poem. after that, i got such a rush, that i started writing poems about everything that was going on in my life. of course in eighth grade i was very naive, and most of them were about liking older and rarely seen guys, and getting mad at my parents. (in other words most of them were horrible.) i
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Don't Remember Me By That
i open my mouth and the words spring out like vending machine soda bubbling all over and making a mess i bet if pop came alive one day it would feel quite bad about all that. and you stand wide eyed your feet cemented to the shifty floor until you bite your lip and turn on your heel and walk away. and here i was with nothing to say.
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Maybe Tomorrow
he stepped in and out of himself as if he were nothing more than blue and yellow tennis shoes i thought of this while i looked at him and then i looked down at my own feet my feet felt like they were swollen but my shoes were really just too small i looked up and i saw him looking at me i could see that gray that crept around the corners of his eyes when his mind was running and his muscles were tense i willed it to go away but i guess today just wasn't our day ps. screenshot = http://www.funstufdolls.com/porcelain_parts/brn_legs_tenshoes.jpg
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Knocking Down Walls
words are climbing ladders in my dna time-released or maybe just divine intuition seeps into my circuits not just my brain everywhere in the resulting confusion those absenses of words make thin as air poetry that leaks through my pores i let it show. you let yours show too. and all is right with the world. ps screen shot = http://www.oceanviewsweets.com/images/hand-made-marshmallows.jpg
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What If
he never stepped on the cracks in the road he didn't know what would happen if he did probably nothing but maybe something. on rainy days there were puddles and occasionally they reflected rainbows stepping one one of those had to be bad karma. he said he always loved winter roads paved white with options. i always understood.
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one voice echoes
uninspired, fireflies escape glow in the dark green reflects from your irises lost in emeralds each life has a new pallette paint by heartbreak live by numbers sleep to shooting stars rain can\'t imagine every tear stained face shyness of beginnings solemness of endings selective justice one voice echoes in the sound waves of a giant sphere a blur of clouds marble in my pocket
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processed dreams
i lean against the cold steel wall and dream with all my conciousness of a place, time, smell, sight that succeeds no where but here the world fades, because in these echoes of reality that make life it could never compare to my creations my prince inhales himself into his own fog assisted dreams of me he dreams that i love his dreams but to me they are simply the moss on the wall on which i lean and dream....
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pop the bubbles
a sweet whistling dances in the air repelling the clouds that hung there once scribbled notes follow in a silent parade of sceptics ignored the path leaks into the open ended field of stars that mock the yes-nos floating in bubbles gaping from mouths of self proclaimed idols littering the air
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cardboard boxes to heaven
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some sarcastick haikus
1. In their unidentified faces! they call and hang up beat them at their own game. click. call and hang up too. 2. The price of curly hair mirror obsessed girls slowly burn their fake hair off ah to be pretty 3.excercise of the day i should start running but then i already do run to my bus stop 4.no offense piano lessons what a waste of syllables play guitar instead 5.ode to food. food tastes so yummy if you dont like food. you suck. stop reading go eat. 6.school is boring cold desks bad pillows boring movie in science let me go to sleep. 7. ahh the middle class suburb kids swearing in the back of a honda grow up gu
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sarcasm in haiku form
1. In their unidentified faces! they call and hang up beat them at their own game. click. call and hang up too. 2. The price of curly hair mirror obsessed girls slowly burn their fake hair off ah to be pretty 3.excercise of the day i should start running but then i already do run to my bus stop 4.no offense piano lessons what a waste of syllables play guitar instead 5.ode to food. food tastes so yummy if you dont like food. you suck. stop reading go eat. 6.school is boring cold desks bad pillows boring movie in science let me go to sleep. 7. ahh the middle class suburb kids swearing in the back of a honda grow up gu
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forever in the stars
the sky whispers to me secrets of a million souls who\'ve gone where i never have behind every solitary star time falls off its axis shattering its throne on humanity rolling into the palm of my hand i lay it in the ocean and dip my paintbrush each hand in the world passes it around painting every dream into the sky each one a star for a child to wish on and every soul under the sky will remember the day forever began
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behind the stars
the sky whispers to me secrets of a million souls who\'ve gone where i never have behind every solitary star time falls off its axis shattering its throne on humanity rolling into the palm of my hand i lay it in the ocean and dip my paintbrush each hand in the world passes it around painting every dream into the sky each one a star for a child to wish on and every soul under the sky will remember the day forever began
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stream of thought
uncensored streams of mobility flashing through every shell shocked vein creaking through every corner flowing inside of every well speaking echoes of tranquility causing avalanches into the unknown one fire burst bright red corrupting a million souls eating into the structure of the infinity ant tunnel swiftly stealing from dimensions unknown divinely cross creating one thing numb to the frozen fingers of one race forgotten to the psychoanalytical progress of the animated images that pop up on every one trillion by one trillion projection of something out of reach
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stream of free thinking
uncensored streams of mobility flashing through every shell shocked vein creaking through every corner flowing inside of every well speaking echoes of tranquility causing avalanches into the unknown one fire burst bright red corrupting a million souls eating into the structure of the infinity ant tunnel swiftly stealing from dimensions unknown divinely cross creating one thing numb to the frozen fingers of one race forgotten to the psychoanalytical progress of the animated images that pop up on every one trillion by one trillion projection of something out of reach
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Thresholds
. I could float endlessly in the Shadows that pool near my feet. Adjacent to the angels where The rabbit hole has taken form. I could free-fall through sulfuric updrafts Slowed down by no more than friction With eyes wide and thoughts ponderous As to what bottom I should be hitting this time Off of mountain-tops I could scream Bellowing what air I could grasp and Discharge. Echoing the revulsion of a Hollowed out shell, bereft and adrift. I could wall this all up inside and feed Off of myself until my Inner Light fractures Through my skin. The weakening ever-expanding From the gnawing and clawing and fading. I could sit at
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Pillow-talk
How many people see what I see? And are they just as sad? More stupid questions. They're not stupid. Oh, of course they are. You're a sophist and an egotist, so the questions are always stupid. That was unkind. Yes. Why did you say it then? It's true, and sometimes you need to hear what's true. Even when... When what? Nothing. [Desperately] What did you mean? Nothing. What do I ever mean? You meant something. Certainly. Everything means something. But leave me be a while. Leave you be. Always it's you, but I am the egotist. Oh, just shut up, will you? If I stopped talking we would never talk. And? Then what would we do? We'
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we are so modern
We're so modern. We've got cars that cradle our bodies and explode in our faces, with teeth and claws that dig into the ground and drink oil. We've got children who age like dogs , who eat only canned food, and who live only canned lives. We've got straws that can suck the moon out of the sky and shoes that let us walk out into the stars, though we'd prefer to drive. We sleep in artificial wombs and wear strap-on mandibles to chew our food for us. We have microscope-glasses that let us see that lice are really miniature angels and which let us steal their halos (to use as toe rings). We ride dolphins to work, and amusement parks and pixie-sti

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III. The Fossils
His feet were the color of the ground sometimes cement gray sometimes as marshmallow white as the hot sand on a beach far away. you could see through his hands when he held them up to a window. he wore gloves when the weather turned the streetcorner a nuclear bomb gray.
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humanity my love
i want some help. i'm looking for some good music. tell me some good artists. i like singer songwriters, especially acoustic. convince me why they are great too.
merry christmas!
merry christmas everybody! its sad how christmas just isn't that fun anymore once you hit about 13.  maybe it will regain its magic when i have kids of my own. but there is still something so special about the christmas season, i love driving around and seeing the christmas lights all over the streets. i'm kind of sad that the whole season is over. anyway i realized i hadn't updated my journal since october and i figured i'd better write something semi-new.
Shake Well
News of the Day: i got aim my screen name is popupbook5 so please talk to me sometime ok! if i'm not online just send me a note with your screen name and we'll have a good chat. I submitted a little bit of prose. i never write anything important, just little bits of stories, little scenarios between two people. i'm always too lazy to make up themes or whole stories. If anyone wants me to check out there work just let me know!

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~PenWieldingPoets is a newly formed community for poets that use meter.
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I really do hate that I hate rap, but it feels so good listening to something else.
And thank you, I appreciate that my thoughts are considered and pleased.

I'm fine, there's nothing real new happening. I can't write, and I have a job - and I haven't spoken to you in ages. How the bloody hell have you been?
I deleted my watch a while ago, and completely forgot about a bunch of people. . sorry. :(


I have missed you, though. :)
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livingbyair|Hobbyist Writer
I :heart: you.
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livingbyair|Hobbyist Writer
Sure thing babe :P
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undefinability's avatar
Yeah, those computers tend to do that from time to time. The trick is to cover them in oil, light a match, and it will never happen again.

I swear.
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livingbyair|Hobbyist Writer
i miss miss miss you.
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