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Poetry Feature #122
Meaning and the Meningococcal by ~seeyouinjune
Upon long walks
from the working shop
I would observe strangers draped
in canopy...read more...

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Meaning and the Meningococcal
Meaning and the Meningococcal
Upon long walks
from the working shop
I would observe strangers draped
in canopy, in tablecloth,
in ridicule, but mostly
in love.
noticing that
everything dances,
and everything tastes like
plump purple raspberries.
that we are brought up
on table manners
and grade schools
and the occasional
scrapping
of our knees.
she was brought up
on antibiotics-
and jesus.
*
ripe golden-rich
sun scorched skin-
I would turn door knobs
with paper-cut fingers,
loosen my sinews and
hang my skin on wire-
tilt my head against
wool fabric bone-
seal my lips with glue
and go comatose and blur out
my eyes and kiss
her nose and
her forehead
againandagainand
against her the wall
sandwiched between
electricity
and catharsis.
See now how she sleeps
see now the eyes that were
once azure as the melting sky
and the lips that were as alive
as a gaping wound to the skin.
see!  see!
her skin was golden-crisp
honeycomb glistening-
before her I believed,
I believed.
*
"Sh
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Poetry Feature #121
How We Need Durability by ~ottersandsky
I urge time along - rampant flock of clouds
in the sparse sky -
spilled like vanilla... read more

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Poetry Feature #120
Anagrams in the air by *NightGrid
Thieved
by mouth-envelope;
my phonics
caged
in alphabet-zoos... read more

Discovered by: *thetaoofchaos
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Anagrams in the air
Thieved
by mouth-envelope;
my phonics
caged
in alphabet-zoos,
my heart-hospital
swirling with apiaries,
as I wait outside
a name.
If I could
eventually
say anything at all,
I’d tell you
how you loom
secret heuristics
inside those delta-pyramids
that snack on your pupils.
I’d tell you
I’d bleed out
the world’s cathedrals
in weight,
to say anything
that sparked a star
in the quiet knock
of your night.
I’d scratch
the larks
from their wallpapers,
until my nails, none,
lift their wings
and give them flight.
This thirsting
pulse
knows you
inside the highest
of blooms
and
we can never be
ungone.
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Journal
Poetry Feature #119
shiv'ah by ~WhoKilledKirov
Our feet bled from seashells
under the lighthouse stove light
beaming raccoon streaks in
saltwater sky... read more

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shiv'ah
.
Our feet bled from seashells
under the lighthouse stove light
beaming raccoon streaks in
saltwater sky.
We looked all night, where the bottle glass
was licked smooth;
we pulled seaweed from whalebone ribcages
calling it her hair dissected from a comb.
The soul is the lamp of god
Ve'imru omeyn
Mother walked backward into the ocean
the morning I married that siren-eyed boy.
The blood orange
segmented on ashwood tabletop:
     I'll see a sunset running-juice
     tucked between your lips,
     spilling into cupped hands.
and he rose before the deer woke
and took a shotgun to the edge of the water
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Poetry Feature #118
we could walk on water by =Corina90
I will find you on the edges of the river,
right between the creases where the moss
grows thick and the water gurgles hymns... read more

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I Live In A City of Monsters
I live in a city of dinosaurs.
They stand still.
And pretend to be structures of steel and drywall.
But I know the truth.
They breathe
And blink
When everybody is focused on traffic
And tabloid scandals
And the incompetent coffee-boy mixing their frothy rush-hour drinks.
I live in a city of crying geese.
They moan like sinners.
But I know better.
They're all just faking it to ward off the gunmen.
I envy their longevity:
I went hoarse three weeks ago
And I'm surprised I'm not dead yet.
I live in a city of reanimated fossils,
Where I stay skinny so I won't be spotted
As human.
Sometimes, there's a crash
In our sidewalk mobs.
Followed by a cry of pain.
Those are the saddest days.
As we move towards the spotted preserved,
Me, along with my bone brothers,
And they go down beneath the sea of crunching marrow
Like a broke-winged bird.
I live in a city of monsters,
Hideous,
Grotesque monsters,
With yellow fingernails
And blood shot eyes.
But they whisper the most beautiful things.
Sometimes,
I
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Poetry Feature #117
I Live In A City of Monsters by ~scribblesound
I live in a city of dinosaurs.
They stand still.
And pretend to be structures of steel and drywall... read more

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Poetry Feature #116
Eve by ~RevolutionnaireRouge
They said Eve
ate a pomegranate.
My fingers bleed
from the places the knife slipped…read more

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Eve
They said Eve
ate a pomegranate.
My fingers bleed
from the places the knife slipped,
lost its grip along the tough skin
of fruit. I have fought against
the fleshy armor, plunging
deep, penetrating nothing.
These seeds are not
mine to know.
How she must have
struggled, ripping and tearing
in lustful fury, chunks of crimson
pulling up under her nails, digging
into the white womb
until it split.
How the fruit must have
spilled, little living catacombs bursting
forth, rotten at the center,
maggots writhing out from the seams
like pale serpents. How everything must have
ruptured when Eve dropped the fruit,
shaking free the bloody
seeds that stained red her bone fingers
as she plucked them from the larvae
and the dirt. These things
are not mine to know.
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Poetry Feature #115
Reflection. by ~chew-on-that
fuck. next to the haunted lake
with mirror-ocean eyes, muttering as it watches our
whispers, hears our stifled snorting in the dark…read more

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Reflection.
We fuck next to the haunted lake
with mirror-ocean eyes. It mutters as it watches our
whispers, hears our stifled cries in the dark.

It knows.
Morning comes with a weak
peering sun, hesitant fingers brushing
the edges of the sky. I sit
with my legs in the water, watching
you pack your bags and drive on home, rattling by
in your cherry red car that shatters
the blue miasma hanging like a ghost
across the lake, a fog that rolls across the reeds.
Ripples stream away from my knees.
I write letters in the air to my lover back home
in Australia, who probably dreams vivid red-pink-love scenes
alone in the darkness. I stare at nothing.
My bags lie on the front porch, packed
with a bunch of flowers sitting on top, the orange fan
a smile, a sneer that screams: “How! Could! You!”
I don’t know how.
Sharp lancing pain, a soft plea.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop!” The lake lies quiescent,
but it hides demons that spring
and seize. They capture my whirlin
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Poetry Feature #114
Our Midnight Flower by ~starkreality
I rest my eyes upon this flower,
With its sharp and stabbing thorns,
Entice me at this midnight hour...read more

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Our Midnight Flower
I rest my eyes upon this flower,
With its sharp and stabbing thorns,
Entice me at this midnight hour.
Vines climb up this endless tower,
For my lost lover I do mourn,
I rest my eyes upon this flower.
Spirits hold me with such power,
Stems are broken, leaves are torn,
Entice me at this midnight hour.
Rain falls down in heavy showers
Wash away my seething scorn
I rest my eyes upon this flower
Reciprocate my hero's valor,
Of which this flora's essence borne,
Entice me at this midnight hour.
Early morning's dew drops sour
Color faded, petals worn,
I rest my eyes upon this flower;
Entice me at this midnight hour
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mamadoll Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2010
Are you coming back?
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Soon. :) Just been busy and am implementing and co-ordinating some changes for TFP which might be announced in the next while. Expect a new feature within the next few weeks at latest.
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mamadoll Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2010
OKay cool! I had just come across something I wanted to Fave Share :) I will hang on to it in eagerness :eager: for the return of TFP :lol:
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TheFavoritesProject Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2010
Feel free to send it in for voting as soon as you like, since the team will be voting on a new list soon. :)
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Schemilix Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
Nice project idea. May I suggest an author you should read into? She's a good poet and someone I look up to in the literary world... not copy, of course but... you know, respect.
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SunlightIncarnate Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2009
ffff your signature.
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Schemilix Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
Yes. >8U
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WhoKilledKirov Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2009
thanks
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RoyalBlackheart Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2009
Thank you so much for the featured! I can't even explain in words how honored I am.
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Ohdearmilk Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2009  Student Photographer
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