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Let’s meet again in an alternate universe
where your eyes are brown and I dyed my hair black
because I hated being a natural blue.
I’ll teach you to play guitar
and you’ll show me how to fly,
scholars caught in an intellectual love affair,
a tandem bike going nowhere.
I’ll know you by the gentleness
of your fingertips and you’ll need
no identifier but the slant of my handwriting,
because, world to world, some things don’t change.
where your eyes are brown and I dyed my hair black
because I hated being a natural blue.
I’ll teach you to play guitar
and you’ll show me how to fly,
scholars caught in an intellectual love affair,
a tandem bike going nowhere.
I’ll know you by the gentleness
of your fingertips and you’ll need
no identifier but the slant of my handwriting,
because, world to world, some things don’t change.
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the science of sleep.
i don't sleep anymore. or at least i don't think i do. it's one of those things i stopped keeping track of like the number of words that make my mother cry (cancer, lists). if i'm being honest, i stopped sleeping (maybe) around the time i started thinking in a series of parentheses.
because i don't sleep, my arteries demand too much air (oxygen, clean) from the space outside my window. i make my room my heart, cold. it fills with a wind only bricks can breathe, an ice only soil is willing to withstand. i am winter's soul.
the world becomes a different place when you stop noticing sound (mute, black and white film) and start noticing every m
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Soldier
cigarette between his lips,
tar-induced lungs struggling to inflate –
a soldier
(a man)
struggling to make sense
of a war
where men are only equal
when they're dead.
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Before I Can Become a Writer
Develop insomnia. Develop
problems with substance abuse,
nothing serious, but enough
that I can say “write drunk,
edit sober” and mean it.
Drink tea. Write about drinking
tea. Take up smoking, ignore
the thoughts about it being
a slower suicide. Write about
suicide. Don’t mean it.
Write about sunsets and
ink veins. Mean it.
Fall in love with someone
who will never love me back.
Lament. Write a million
crappy poems and two good
ones. Never show him.
Move on. Write a few more
bad poems. Fall in love with
someone perfect. Screw it up.
Fall in love with someone awful.
Call him perfect. Screw it up.
Cry. Cry for the inevitab
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Felt like writing something surreal. This happened.
Copenhagen is one of the most bicycle-friendly cities in the world. It also lends it's name to the quantum physics term, the Copenhagen Interpretation, which is that theory that says a particle exists in all states until someone observes it. In the many-worlds theory, all those states exist. The two theories are at odds with each other to say the least, but I liked the title too much to pass up.
[EDIT] Proving once again that I don't have any damn clue what my audience likes, this piece has baffled me with its popularity. Can someone explain it to me? I honestly didn't think that much of it when I posted it
Felt like writing something surreal. This happened.
Copenhagen is one of the most bicycle-friendly cities in the world. It also lends it's name to the quantum physics term, the Copenhagen Interpretation, which is that theory that says a particle exists in all states until someone observes it. In the many-worlds theory, all those states exist. The two theories are at odds with each other to say the least, but I liked the title too much to pass up.
[EDIT] Proving once again that I don't have any damn clue what my audience likes, this piece has baffled me with its popularity. Can someone explain it to me? I honestly didn't think that much of it when I posted it
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"Because, world to world, some thimgs don't change."
The closing line I this poem really completed the whole thing very well. (Forgive me if I misspell something. I'm thumbing this on a tablet and am unused to writing text on the screen with my thumbs.)
I don't say this often because there are just so many love poems in the deviant univserse but this is probably one of my favorite love poems and I think it's because I like to think I relate to it. My boyfriend is a guitarist and I have often been complimented on my handwriting. It's lovely piece outside of relating to it from my own personal experiences. It tells a great story and I really enjoyed reading it. Great piece!
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Izzie
The closing line I this poem really completed the whole thing very well. (Forgive me if I misspell something. I'm thumbing this on a tablet and am unused to writing text on the screen with my thumbs.)
I don't say this often because there are just so many love poems in the deviant univserse but this is probably one of my favorite love poems and I think it's because I like to think I relate to it. My boyfriend is a guitarist and I have often been complimented on my handwriting. It's lovely piece outside of relating to it from my own personal experiences. It tells a great story and I really enjoyed reading it. Great piece!
Your fellow writer
Izzie