Community > Posts By > myanimalcracker
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discovery
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being f'd over
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in Thought of a Thought
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Falling...
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a heroine on heroin
like a knife through her bladder she erupted spilling secrets and loose change she fell gracefully knees buckling, eyes widening with fear of the inevitable she spilled her mid day coffee lost her mid day thoughts she never knew never knew never knew god was there, inner city hip hop blaring out the open windows he was clear and open, opening oven doors explaining how to give it up gracefully |
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Goodnight
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i see you like a dinosaur in the night
oh how i want to jump on your back whisper in your ear and leave this barren place i wish i could trust you enough to not even ask where we were headed to just let you run free with my eyes closed and my hair whipping ’round our open and happy faces the cars roar and spit outside our window leaving us tired and confused in their wakes i remember the first time i saw your hooded face and you my covered body now, years later, with our fingers touching we drown out the traffic with our smiles our strawberry lit features so complimentary yet still worlds away from peace your scales ripping pieces of my bone white flesh my talons digging holes in your sides though i can still hear you over the rumble and you don't mind telling me twice so many love letters, yet no love words in sight except for the most simple of terms…goodnight |
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Topic:
That Guy
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You are THE guy! Miss you, cheese!
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Sweets
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She was never one
for fancy candies. Boxes of chocolates failed to tempt her, as she never knew what was contained behind the sweetened outer layer, what sensations would flood her mouth. Instead she preferred freshly-baked cookies, hot from the oven, perfectly-shaped beauties that would burn her tongue, or days later, warmed from ten seconds in the microwave (artificial warmth, that is, home reheated, her tongue could not tell the difference). It was the same with men. She loved them if she knew where they stood, nevermind if they stood on her fingers. The ones who might respect her, she didn’t bother herself with. At least with the ones she chose, she knew how they’d hurt. |
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Rant
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Isaac, I had to reactivate just to tell you that this rocks
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no one home
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Dearest (((H)))
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Friendship
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I appreciate
your appreciation of the unsuspecting spectacular, of self-sustained and self-indulgent worlds where tonics with good-quality gin, ethnic foods and philosophical debate become the marbled statues of weekday gods. Even your mundane is magnificent. Only you could make religion of train rides through Europe, of Virginia forests and Louisiana nowhere, these clockwork retreats that mark you a messiah to those of us less daring. Your gift to me, wrapped in a friendship that has grown into a dependable, and tested adulthood, is a Sunday afternoon with the windows open, the newspaper blanketing the kitchen table, a moment to enjoy and appreciate flowers otherwise unacknowledged. |
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Medicated
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Thank you
Jason ![]() jimz ![]() ddn ![]() pkd ![]() ![]() Harold ![]() ![]() Bill ![]() ![]() |
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Topic:
the procedure
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while you were out
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(((H)))
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Medicated
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The orange pill makes the bed
a trapdoor. I’m swallowed by the floor into dreamless sleep. The night is an unnerving tunnel of lost time. This life is a spongiform brain. Six hours drain away. It’s time travel. My legs waver when I wake and stand. Thoughts unravel. There’s the blue light before dawn, a mariner’s mirage of land. Anything could’ve happened when I was gone. My feet are out of place on the floor. The door swings as I list and catch the wall. In the hall there’s long exaggerated blinking. I’m sinking back. The drug’s still soaking cells. Each morning I look back at the pit, sit on the porch, watch the people drive to work. Each day’s a picture with holes in it. Nights awake have been excised. With the evening pill I ask “Is this better? These hours the mind dies?” |
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Topic:
Fault of Vision
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do we really see the world with our eyes?
and if it is true, how they fail us so. can we truly comprehend the beauty behind a smile or the love in a deep clear stare only by seeing? can eyes report back the love that is found in the pressure of a kiss? can vision detail the softness of skin in a gentle embrace? can they see the love there? can eyes see without certain knowledge of its presence, any love at all? |
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Message in a Bottle
I am timidly circling you learning each curving part that forms the plain-clothed normal you do not realize is more so much more dazzling than even the most sparkling star I wander along your pathways marveling at the paintings that litter your souls quiet dignity and unmitigated beauty so stubbornly you insist that you are not something lovely I peek under your covers and giggle when you blush thinking I will see you less when I truly see you more my heart is growing my slip is showing I tickle along your tunnels and slide into your heart so gentle is your weeping and you thought that I was sleeping In dreams you keep me sheltered awake you keep me warm. I weave myself along your borders and wait for you to become accepting that I am here for a reason I have been waiting so very long will you finally find me and claim me with a kiss? I am sitting on the edge of your cupping my dimple belongs to you though it is shyly sighing hoping you might linger just a moment more on my face so she might bring you close. I am dancing on your finger awaiting your touch like wind-song who now will do the naming the sweet and gentle feeling it’s about time you understood I have already named you mine. |
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lol shes trying to do a good thing, so both you people if it offends you in the way its done then dont supply any poems WTF!!!! let me note that SHE is, in fact, a HE. also, how often do you post your work here? that's what i thought. when your creativity is threatened, please feel free to speak up. Oh thank god. I thought I was the only one that recognized it was a 'he'. Whew! LOL Wiz! "it"... |
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lol shes trying to do a good thing, so both you people if it offends you in the way its done then dont supply any poems WTF!!!! let me note that SHE is, in fact, a HE. also, how often do you post your work here? that's what i thought. when your creativity is threatened, please feel free to speak up. |
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There's a big difference between careless spelling mistakes and purposeful spelling liberties. I feel that careless spelling mistakes shouldn't make it into print - that's just me though. I hope that makes sense... But who are you to judge that? |
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