

acid lightsyou were farther away than the tail end of the day curled around the butt-end of a burnt-out gesture i sawacid lights
the wiser wisdom in you when you were
idling in the backseat looking for the brightest reflections among the most prosaic of puddles moments made you a
story-teller the apples of eyes the five-second fever forgetting names and making fame veiled in the morning unknown by the afternoon
i w


lexicon god my laughter cringing i sawlexicon
my eyes twitching it went right
over their heads i am a mess of words when i come home.
god the stranger in me never speaks a ruffled waking
a whitened image but lovingly slumbers and questions me it is
not enough.


bicycle tireSuch a sun in December breaking my wake, missing my morning.bicycle tire
Because I am poor in progression, I lay subjective above my covers like brittle bones among graveyard stones.
I lay obsessive below my lovers.
For the sake of something, I flee from the harbor of a house with glitter-eyes and aspirations,
but the world retires its fires, stirring the still creatures of lost bravery from class rooms and tired celibacy.
I am afraid of my mask and the mouths it grimaces when those calibrated souls aim for stares.
Devious Comments
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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frustrated rockstar [link]
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Look! A Robot!
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'What do you do?' he asked.
'Nothing. Drink. Both.'
_Factotum, Charles Bukowski.
PEACE. [ gallery ]
thank you
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"I try to make everybody's day a little more surreal" - Calvin & Hobbes
seriously.
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I guess this should make you think.
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If you must drink and draw, please do so responsibly.
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trwaj chwilo piekna jestes
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~I do so enjoy making sense. ...Too bad I don't manage it more often.
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freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. if that is granted, all else follows.
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'What do you do?' he asked.
'Nothing. Drink. Both.'
_Factotum, Charles Bukowski.
PEACE. [ gallery ]
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I guess this should make you think.
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I am the monster with a heavy chest
-Ericatheweird
i'm glad you like my stuff
you're an amazing writer;
i've always wanted to be able to write like that.
how are you?
your writing still blows me away :]
<3
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A photograph is usually looked at - seldom looked into.
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