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SkinThere’s nothing underneath.Skin
I want to touch you, to find who you are But you’re not there.
We were riding on the bus and
there was a woman you knew A few minutes of uncomfortable reacquaintance
then you went back to your book
I touched your hand but it was just your skin I kissed your mouth but it was tight Perfunctory last kiss, the only thing you ever gave me that was real I tasted goodbye I told you I loved you I guess I knew him
by ~Atramentality
ShotI was walking to Kash n’ Karry, a corner market that was Florida born and raised and has since died there, on a Saturday morning in December. I was bundled quite nicely to prevent the fearful, blistering 40* weather from penetrating to my well tanned skin. I was just wondering how I would avoid the unwelcome leering Cuban approaching on the sidewalk when I felt what seemed like rocks showering me on my left side. I looked at my arm and then up and saw three black men with B.B. guns out their windows laughing and shouting as they drove by. Tears of pain and helpless anger sprouted in my eyes as they sped off waving their guns in victory.Shot
by ~Atramentality
AmpersandsA bird quivering with repressed flight, wound up in it’s frantic muscles, at last at last! I didn’t know I was tied to before. Now I know! To let go! What sickness I have to delight in this flight this first free burst of white open delight. No thought to measure to think it through I’m through and it’s lovely to let go of two. What blue open skies hide in the night I love this love this love you... did I? No, no thought, let’s breathe. No, me. Let’s not. It’s not let’s except go. Let’s let go and I do. Love, stupid drug doped me up, wrapped me up in no till all I could feel was the blisAmpersands
by ~Atramentality
Drawn to DustI remember it so clearly. I can almost feel the heavy air, thick with the smoke of a lifetime ago. A thousand lifetimes, all simultaneously extinguished in the wild passion of a fires short life. There was no breeze to stir the smoke, to cast away the memory of what had happened here. Gray headstones of fallen logs marked the passing of the great and small, the redwoods, the pines. But it was unreal in it's deathly perfection, like it was carved into the likeness of a forest destroyed. Too still to have ever been alive.Drawn to Dust
I can see this perfectly embalmed forest, but mostly I can see her.
She walked as though in a dre
by ~Atramentality
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by !moxys
Introductions,Introductions,Introductions,
These are my friends:
-Rubber ball, you bounce so high, for hours in the street we play— Red bird,
look how you fly! My hands are open for you.
Receiving you gently, I laugh, and run; give you ricocheted flight once more.
-Rubber band, you stretch so far when I load my gun and point— Green men, enemies from the stars! My bullet is ready for you.
Aim, and I… Shoot! I only have the one. They kindly wait for me to
by ~marrowolf
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- Current Residence: On the street where you live
- Interests: Hiking, running, excersise, writing, reading, video gaming, seeing, hearing, moon and sunbathing
- Favourite movie: Bringing up Baby
- Favourite band or musician: Cocorosie
- Favourite genre of music: Classical
- Favourite artist: Renoir
- Favourite poet or writer: Kurt Vonnegut
- Favourite photographer: My dad
- Wallpaper of choice: Cartoon
- Favourite game: Final Fantasy VII
- Favourite cartoon character: Pepe le Pu
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