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Old 11-22-2011, 12:52 PM   #241
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A Nod to Emerson
Written by: tman267

They nod to me and I to them,
They my oft forgotten friends,
For me to live, they do defend,
They nod to me and I to them.

They call to me and I to them,
In empty rooms, in lonely dens,
When all I see are silhouettes,
They call to me and I to them.

They are of me and I of them,
Our life bonds shared, our time connects
Us in ties of shared respect,
They are of me and I of them.

They live for me and I for them,
They live for me and fellow men,
They fix me up, my wounds they mend,
They live for me and I for them.

They strive for me and I for them,
They strive to find for me some end
Which to all pains of life would tend,
They strive for me and I for them.

Depart me not, my weary friends,
This world lends not to permanence,
Instead it strains and breaks and bends,
All bonds as if not but pretend.

But to our joy this time does lend
Its arms in shape of remembrance,
For once among my greatest friends,
They nod to me and I to them.
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Old 11-29-2011, 10:31 AM   #242
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paddling on asphalt
Written by: circular.parade

guidance is a lost concept
unless you're okay with
****ing around endlessly- most people are-
until chance brings you back where
you were supposed to be in the first place,
which you were trying to avoid by seeking
said guidance

the thing is
desire is strawberries and love
a dog licking it's paw
every fruit has it's season and
you can only love what serves you well
or so should I
says the math freak devoting it's university years
trying to figure out out Pi in it's entirety

you see
all is nothing but cycles revolving around themselves
and when it just so happens that they coincide or meet
like an eclipse of the mind and heart,
for an instant,
everything is bliss and crystal clear cacophony
while every other moment is uselessly spent
trying to reach out of your reach
to the moment in time
where the next conglomeration of cycles is
or uselessly remembering the last alignement
the last junction of forces
the last strawberry season
the reason why you fell in love
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Old 12-07-2011, 02:04 PM   #243
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ghost limb
Written by: Svetlova

on the drive here:
"Dayton is where people go to die." jokingly,
you looked at me out of the corner of your eye.
my parents- almost 50- show no signs of leaving
this comfortable hollow they've carved for themselves.
Living at this odd juxtaposition
between commercial suburbia
and failing Midwest farmland
(complete with gutted barns and sharpening overgrowth),
it feels like the Bermuda triangle of the Miami Valley.

I can feel this childish loneliness
seeping back as I lie in my old bed,
like a sense memory of a ghost limb.
Tracing my fingers around the hole in the wallpaper
that I'd kicked stubbornly, out of sheer frustration,
I sink my fist inside,
groping,
searching,
for some honest truth inside these walls.
Finding nothing.
The silence is deafening compared to the city,
and I find myself falling asleep, thinking
'my dead cat is buried on a high hill in those woods,
in an unmarked grave.'


Lonesome, loathsome, loveliness
like a tile mosaic on a bathroom floor
where I vomited blood
because my last painting or poem
wasn't good enough,
and the woods next door to my parent's house,
still as vast and unfathomable as always.
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Old 12-12-2011, 10:10 PM   #244
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NPR Hourly News Update - 10/28/2011 1:17-1:34
Written by: less than that

Craig Windham,
tell me more
about the boy in Turkey.
Hands, goblets of rain water.
Pillow shoes.

Imagine one hundred and twenty
hours like that, fasting,
becoming a piece of earth.

You can take the rest of the day
for numbers climbing the Hellevator,
so long as you stop now,
as I stopped,
stretching,
slow breath,
swill of coffee,

seventeen seconds.

Rewind, stretch to minutes,
feel the quake down there,
before the twenty hands touching, the hoist,
black stretcher, blue neck brace
before closing your eyes in the light,
while you're a pile of rock rubble
shaking so hard you forget stillness.

Every prayer you know,
and some you don't,
the hardest thing passing your lips.
Bits of national anthem while still
waiting for the world to end,
for whatever comes next when
the ground punches holes through its skin
and takes what it takes.
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Old 12-19-2011, 09:38 PM   #245
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Written by: vintage x metal

amorous mouth dripped with your mind's nectar
sweet and complex and sparkling like dew -
should i store it in viles, travel miles from here
speak of wealth in windy farm towns untapped
a rapture inexperienced, untamed and uncouth
but so rich in intrigue that i cannot resist
(they cannot resist)

mais non -
i'll instead grab your hands (etched heavy with work)
fetch every last drop on my tongue and digress
from this world that so carefully watches your moves
from film reels and swatches of heat femme confess -
i'll lap up your secrets and hide them away in
my flesh my skin my bones & my whims
til your fingers search for nothing more than
what they could possibly grasp from within.
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Old 12-28-2011, 05:21 PM   #246
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Merry Christmas . . .
Written by: rd93

where to begin . . .
why not from the roots?
i can tell you haven't
fallen far from the tree
that great oak so easily timbered
when we left it to rot in the heat;
i knew it back when you jumped
at your sea of opportunities
but never swam away
across the international borders
that it feels like i've traveled:
a season and a half of reinvention.
hundreds of days
thousands of hours, every minute
of which i've spent building
a bridge back the way i came
not so i should return, but
so that others may follow.
why should i go back?
over here the view is majestic,
i can see for miles!
miles and miles
of uncharted land
and miles of home all the same
when i walk through the valley of the shadow of yesterday
and fear nothing.
knights and kings bow to me now
(but it's better when the queens do it)
the eagle is my peer
when i fly above the thunderclouds
the eagle is my friend;
when you wake up tomorrow morning
to find a stain or two on your windshield
(on the driver's side, eye level)
i hope you leave that shit where it is
as a reminder of where i've left my mark
as i soar with a new flock,
because i'm happier now
that i'm picking my friends and
picking my poisons.
and when it's all said and done,
i'll be picking up
right where i left off.
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Old 01-10-2012, 02:29 PM   #247
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the yellow kayak
Written by: freshtunes

yellow kayak on the river
some day's in january melt
use wise strokes without a shiver
rare moments must avoid insult
the figure's intentions lay empty yet firm
restless mind and eyes on gulls
longer leaps with short oar turns
winding round wharfs with dull
green,
rot
and
sun -wood
-burns.
an empty parking lot
lingers over the water
watching tides low and high
attach to the leftover pieces
left not out of absent mind
but to make us feel like
most stories are hard to find.
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Old 01-17-2012, 12:13 PM   #248
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Woody Acres
Written by: muel333

"I could have killed you"
says a festering image of laying you to rest,
Carhartt overalls wet
with piss and velvet stains.

Climactic warmth beneath a woolen sweater
irritates my skin
so I begin shedding layers.
Saunter in oh freezing rain, I don't really care for
body odor, dry spells, or bailing hay.

It is damp here in the fields,
cold but not yet cold enough to snow.
Some barns aching hinges sigh and moan,
tested by the winds northern gale.
I think back to the spring
when we trimmed the evergreens,
what monotonous work that was,
machete blades coated in some sticky fluid
branches bleed when they've been cut.

Make my way to the rental barn,
tin roof calling for another polyphonic dream.
In the rafters, on the beams
-balance.
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Old 01-26-2012, 11:24 AM   #249
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antique
Written by: #1 synth

the antique rug that she found again at the prison auction
had evidence tags hanging like dead moss off of it.
she tied it to the top of her Geo like a christmas tree
while a warm vancouver rain washed the blood from it.
she sped down I-5 until she hit olympia,
scraped the shoulder of the off-ramp,
eyes gleaming like a raven's wing
held up to full moon-light.

her father's gun was wiped down with rubbing alcohol
and placed with the butcher knife in the glove compartment.
her father's bones made the lillies in her garden grow large,
she always knew there was something special inside of him.
her father's antique rug was taken by a chubby pale police chief
who was sorry for her loss and let her know, while leaving his card,
to call
if she needed anything.
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Old 02-01-2012, 02:15 PM   #250
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fox hunt.
Written by: freshtunes

The layers in the hound bucket
Allow no course to dine.
Plates are scraped, no morsel spared,
Save for that which made it there.

Chef says the waste was fine
Fit for bitches tracing the hair
Of foxes dug into holes of retreat
As captors ride on thorough bred seat.

A white terrace filled with air
Warm from hunters eating fare.
Where servers move on sorest feet,
Taking back a bitch hound's feast.
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Old 02-07-2012, 01:23 PM   #251
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new beginning
Written by: Bleed Away

Reinvent the wheel up there,
flow back home
for a penchant malnourish,
until the proverbial spit
hits like the tired streaks
of would-be paradigm shifts;
it was me all along, a lost cause
cruising undefined landscapes,
searching for what I once believed in;
and as the gears of the flesh
change to dominance
I find myself put in place.
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Old 02-14-2012, 02:54 PM   #252
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pharoahs
Written by: SubwayToVenus

the stalks on the dunes sway but don't bend,
frozen on a winter wind, frozen in time to pause a moment
and ask myself "remember when?" weekend after weekend
below the indiana blue; my sister and i were smaller then,
the girls were more awkward then, and less caught-up,
the locals talked with more of a drawl - it's still strange to hear
how everything i learned to love has now moved on,
either to colleges on the coast, or new vacation homes,
or away from here. ask me to explain fear in five seconds
and i'll answer your question with another question;
remember when castle walls were of wet sand -
they housed kings and nights of precious, our only protection
against tomorrow shedding light on the residual, the remnants.
when exactly? i don't know. somewhere along the line
you fell alseep and were taken in by the tide, swimming alongside
pharoahs and mutual friends. i sensed the absence then and finally awoke
and at first i felt so sorry for you,
until i realized i was alone.
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Old 02-22-2012, 07:11 PM   #253
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Dawson
Written by: circular.parade

North enough.
Montreal is calling in all sorts of familiar voices,
but I've been long warned and prepared
I've spoken with giants.
some standing bare, others
decorated with magnificient ornaments
Mountains with belts of clouds and
crowns of auroras,
guarding the valleys against a night
that knows no dawn
And still I'll move north of the tree line.
the tangible threshold where
suddenly you are continually
hovering at a certain distance
above small bushes and unused trails,
trading your heater for a woodpile
your tap for a glacier,
friends for tranquility,
and where eternal nights fade slowly
where the snowy walls prepare to trade away
their crisp dancing crowns
for the desertic warmth
of the midnight sun.
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Old 02-28-2012, 04:11 PM   #254
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In Sickness and In Health
Written by: DśmŲnika

A poem about what would happen if/


Three days ago, in the blooms of Spring,
she died and left me facing warmth in cold,
and years of torture and heartbreak,
memories of better days
and visions of bleak futures.
I lay with her as she passed,
and she whispered my name as she went.
No encouraging words,
no philosophical statement about how everything
will work itself out eventually.
Just my name. A single, useless word,
barely audible over the tears
and the clenching of hands.
Just my name.

~In sickness and in health~

I was her superhero
but I had only one superpower,
the power to make her happy.
It was my one talent
and nothing will take it away
from my dreamscapes.
She took my power from me
when she crossed the threshold
to greater things than here.

~Walls black like black waters when they are heavy and seem to belong to other seas~

Today, confetti snow limped from the sky
and coated the world in cocaine.
It froze my fingers while I smoked
and took my breath away more than they ever could.
The tears froze and cut my cheeks
and I bled a heart on the ground
and it swallowed up the cold,
leaving me unfeeling and numb.
Gossips gossiped as they passed,
muttering the sorriest of words,
before carrying on as before.
No one cares anymore.

~Iím hanging upside down on a string~

Heaven and hell donít exist in the way religion
makes you want to believe.
Hell is nothing more than reality,
this place, where you are right now,
crawling through life on your hands and knees,
begging for a better place to be,
a happier life to live.
She told me all this, and I asked her what heaven was.
She said heaven was death,
that great taker of lives,
the point of all life.
Heaven is death.
Itís not where angels reside
and itís not where demons dwell.
It is absolution and regret;
it is hope and annihilation;
it is happiness and depression,
freedom and slavery.
She told me all this before my name.
Before she entered the holding-pen of heaven.

~Resolution and redemption do not reside here~

Iím caught on something
overlooking a precipice,
a great abyss of smoke and mirrors.
Nothingís ever real,
and nothing works out
quite the way you imagine it to.
Random choices lead to random consequences.
I wonít beat myself over it.
It wasnít my fault,
it wasnít as if I smoked around her,
filling her lungs with death
that she never wanted.

~It was all my fault~

The stone sinks to the bottom
of the muddy water and I cannot see it drown,
cannot see it scream silently
as itís calcified lungs fill
and weigh it down.
I canít see the mica eyes
staring back into mine,
pleading for rescue,
accusatory stare.
I jump after it
and breath in the salt
and the joy
and the darkness.

~I hit the bottom and touch the top~


/I said I love her.
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igloo is melting
Written by: jod23

printing photos without motion
sickness sitting in the passenger seat
making a tense jestures
cracks my face from smiling
like valleys of mars stay there
melting the memories i've traveled to
from Atlanta to Alabama

without an idea or reason
that time faded away in this summer season
flew passed neptune with its aqua colors
i'm glued to the glove box
searching for answers
reaching for driver regristration papers

felt uncomfortable from the staring
extraterristal figure standing there
outside by the driver seat
glacing at me with its thick avators
observing everything around me
looking for answers in this moment
where it won't go away
any time soon

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Old 03-12-2012, 02:15 PM   #256
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finally, love
Written by: #1 synth

and here we kneel to give our faith up with our hands to satan
but julie doesnt wanna
and julie is so slender in her corset and her dress
what a mess
this life
is oil on a teenager
first sexed-up and doesn't know how she can love him
all greasy like a condom
bursting like a life line
of my grandmother
who died nine years ago this may

it is hard to feel alive
when you do not have to fight to live

thats why sufjan can soothe
and hendrix can burn
crop circles in the mente
your history revisited because you have space to pray
and you are not running anymore
from zapotec guns
and you give up
your hands to the cross position
to protect

julie knows your indentations and tolerates your sockets
she probes your lacerations and fingers bone lockets
until your chest shines light
after the muscle is torn away
you are a man
you are a live
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Old 03-20-2012, 01:29 PM   #257
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Θανάσιμη
Written by: DśmŲnika

i. Ἔρεβος

What wonders the brain must create
when the heart ceases.
There must be light in the darkness
for one cannot exist without the other.
Maybe she, sadly anonymous,
of whom I have written before,
is waiting for me, a dusky silhouette,
standing in the pathos of Erebus
with arms outstretched, whispering my name.
She will be my elation,
but I will be her sadness,
for I, as is my wont,
have moved on and forgotten.

ii. Mνημοσύνη

Having moved on and forgotten,
I found memory had struck me,
a piercing blow in my eyes,
the vague, sepia recollection
of the clichťd seaside holiday,
where I took a photograph of her;
she was topless and tanned,
but my memory died
with Mnemosyne watching me
as I drank from the Lethe
and felt Erebus overwhelm me.

iii. Γαμημένη

When Erebus overwhelmed me
I realised something.
I hadnít forgotten her,
hadnít moved on,
hadnít become stuck,
nor had I missed her.
Mnemosyne ****ed me.
She stole from me what was rightfully mine
and passed it on to someone else.
He was shown the photographs
and assumed he had been there
because it was his face in them,
not mine, where it should have been.
I donít grieve because he grieves.
What else has been taken?
Who am I?
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Old 03-26-2012, 07:12 PM   #258
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The Architect
Written by: OfLuckAndDust

When I wake up I find you
Arched over the mattress
Right arm reaching for the time
And I imagine your frame
Transposed onto
Blue graph paper
A hieroglyphic shorthand scrawled
Above the small of your back,
Around the curve of your neck,
Beneath the hem of your knees

It took over a hundred years of deliberate conceptualization
And another ten of herculean labor before
The Sydney Harbor Bridge lit up
The Sydney skyline
And it took an accident (by your own admission)
Less than ten seconds
To humble every hand bold enough
To build it
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when life got too confusing i wrote this poem
Written by: #1 synth

blowing ghosts out of my hands
hair snippets spelling ciphers on the tile
listen to my chest expand
but I stop it pre-explosion, contract it
like a well-rehearsed response

oh poor barely human baby
starving for a shameful dick
in a shameful mouth
heís heard it all his life from a shameful house,
holds his 20 years like a serpent in his fingers
stares at robins on his window
in boyish wonder
wants to shed skin and let the sun linger
on a purely naked body with purely naked heels
lifting up like an angel floating 90 miles
faster over dessert
flying out to space
lord lord strip this place from this place
give me the impossible
praying unintelligible
tossing in his sleep until heís bleeding buckets full
of sweat while a step father sings sweet marjorine
to a drunken mirror in the bathroom down the hall

and he cant stand how he still breathes first-kiss memories
heavy musk of a summer lover sputtering ďforever pleaseĒ
but the market was too fast
and his hands were too slow
to stop the hardening of a cast
heís accumulated in catholic overgrow

Jack slept most days till the trigger clicked
when I heard I cut my hair and let the sound of scissors hover

brother
I recognize the water cycles
in the eyes of the masses
new york city bones ache
brainwaves reverberate molasses
when I try to empathize
with the pity of the world
freedom flag unfurled
on a pole next to the library
we all end at the omega
and begin in sanctuary
but the in-between is marred
by promises of liberty
to front the suicides this year
killed because of their identity
and the shaved heads given
to stand in solidarity
and the slut walks shut down
and reparations for a disembodied slavery
and me
blowing ghosts out of my hands
hair snippets spelling ciphers on the tile
listen to my chest expand

but I stop it pre-explosion
taste the brink of godly fission
and wildly search the sky for signs
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Curbstomp Etiquette
Written by: NGD1313

there is a space
between one breath
and the next
where everything
stands
still.

come to bleed numerals
burn calendars for fear actual
witches exist
scrape away old house paint
and block off exits
bury the family albums
do the same for pets
try again to lose a friend
forget the names of the ugly dead
think of it as now is when
and eventually that is this

continents swimming like
ancient giants shifting
the great divide
that keeps us in line
is drawn between
the hospitals and cemeteries
so we fall in love with planes
and crash the women
anything to stop the dying.
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