My thighs, your eyes.[link]
Ps. Ask him about the blow-up cow while you're there.
Call me bitter, but -The new girl downstairsCall me bitter, but -
and I share a bottle of Merlot
and our sob stories, because
she's broken up with her boyfriend, again
and, well, my marriage is constantly breaking.
She's a writer, too, working on her thesis, a novel.
4 pages a night
she declares and says
the apartment was a steal for downtown.
She has a job at a blood bank and I
stare at my wine.
I tell her a little about my poetry, feeling awkward.
She offers up more drink and stories
of famous authors she's met; gives me
books by little known poets
to take with me like homework
The abused vs. the abusiveI read this famous poem by this alcoholic poet. It was about how she gets romanced dailyThe abused vs. the abusive
by the drink.
I start to feel physically sick, thinking
about the film of bile on the surface
of the toilet bowl water and the scent of
sweat after sixteen beers.
I can see him grabbing his balls
and stumbling towards me, slurring, "Baby, i gotta tattoo that'll make you wet."
Let me stop myself there.
I can already tell
this is the point where half my readers
will feel pity for me, while the rest shrug
and say to their bottle,
what's not romantic
Alternate UniverseIt was like some sort of apocalypseAlternate Universe
happening all around me,
but not TO me.
This record
two hurricanes in twenty-two days,
which pounded the shore and everyone's nerves.
Those with electricity had trees through their roof,
and those with running water were taking
the coldest showers of their lives.
Everyone's food had spoiled days ago,
just as their moods had.
i drove past endless lakes
where car lots used to be, and families
drove carefully through intersections,
gawking at how
the traffic lights had been
ripped off the line
The scent of burning pain.Sitting in our room of chamomile and rose, I contemplate the words andThe scent of burning pain.
memories I've locked away. I wonder how fate sould have it that a woman so solitary as I am has found solace in the warmth of an uninhibited man.
I think the price of company from something other than paper and my pen must outweigh my desire for freedom and the dream of being a one woman marching band.
Still, I wonder what effect my wings will have on your eyes; the day I finally jump off our perch and soar across the skies. Surely, you'll move o
I have been thinking about you for almost a year, you freak.
POST POST POST!
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~deep throating your poetry~
I checked the 'neighbors' feature of DA and you were the closest at .6 km... you must be like right around the block lol
Come back to us!
miss ya
How the heck are you?
Your gallery is friggen awesome and I am in awe.
When your first NOVEL is released, I better BY GAWD be the first to know.
love ya, puddin' pants!
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"girls can wear jeans and cut their hair short and wear shirts and boots 'cause it's ok to be a boy, for girls, it's like promotion. but for a boy, to look like a girl is degrading, because secretly you believe that being a girl is degrading"
Hope you have a wonderful holiday season and an amazing new year!
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--all my lies are only wishes--
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Don't click here...
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love so deep, kills you in your sleep
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