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Boundless
Untie the energy and suddenly there's room to spread out and look around it's early yet, but I'm kinda gettin' it the idea ... There's so much more space! sit in the open cushion between and it's okay open wide, and sink in at the same time between doing something and doing nothing there's some movement out in all…
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starting strong, but getting lost... part one
Hey. You awake? Your turn to drive. Good luck surfing through broken AM radio. Enjoy the scenery. Rusting forgotten American industry. Garbage floating in the lake... Once we're outta the city it's straight highway. Gotta be brave. Don't think of it as running. Think of what we're becoming. Only three days later. Oh what a…
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Baby Blues
Baby blues and open doors back to a place you once knew behind the garden wall under skys of blue and everybody still loves you. Motor cars Rail trains windshield wipers in the rain moving in slow motion to show you the way through the faces and places of yesterday. And everybody still loves you. Baby blues crying eyes and…
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drinking dream water
Amidst my midnight travels, I come across a bottle of something called dream water. I'll try anything once. Always hesitant. Prone to addiction. Reading labels carefully. Peace of mind my mission. Such wonderful places in my dreams I find. Wonder if they really exist out there. Lost among the atmosphere...
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Who are you & why are you here ? (I ask myself)
(I ASK MYSELF) WHO ARE YOU & WHY ARE YOU HERE ? Her hair long, black yet you may think brown from a distance, and fine Keeps me from what I was seeing before I seen Her She has my eye This form mirrors me Oppositely as figuratively Because I am alone and searching Long, black & fine She has that eye That introduced us
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She's There
She told me while we were driving, She wanted to take a break, I thought we were trying to fix it, She said she couldn't pretend. I never pretended with her, And its my fault, She had to pretend with me. I drove her home and went out drinking, I think I was in shock, I didn't feel it yet. Yet. She says she still loves me,…
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'Doing' the Doctrine
With her breath still riding his lips He left empty handed It's how he came It's how he'd leave Just a hair on her pillow And a smile on her skin He loved her like Jesus And fucked her like God She'll repent tomorrow... For today She'd like to sleep Feeling blessed.
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Submissions Anyone?
Once again Hot Valley Writers, a small online literary magazine is looking for submissions. Fiction, non-fiction, and poetry. Short plays, too. We've had some great PJ contributors - we'd love some more. Check out the site and PM me with any questions. Thanks. http://hotvalleywriters.com/
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weird poem about flowers
I'll pick you flowers when they're frozen. Still hold beauty when they're dead. Remember the life they once had. Happy among the breeze. Sharing secrets with the trees. Give you them while alive. And give to you in death. Token of love that always says I love you. The end.
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Trusting the universe
Letting go and trusting that it'll work out all right somehow letting go and believing it'll be better than we can currently dream of letting go and floating up on a blanket of warm air a molecule evaporating, pulled up to the great cloud up there, will it transform into a water drop again? it's hard to know, but there's…
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Just (with new ending)
JUST Damp but I still walk under the rain Forward, up & sometimes over Under The drops of water Falling again Wet as I still climb to the top Under the heaviness of my clothes Vexing outwards my affliction Resting myself above my moving legs, disclosed & soaked Waiting for the sun to dry These drips of blood because I…
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In My Shoes
In my shoes you'd have done the same who's to say who's to blame? christmas hats and butterflies jump on board and I'll surmise walking down that road again watch me dance as I hear you spin stay awhile and summarize watch me drown as I hear you fly in my shoes I'd have done the same who's to say that I'm to blame?
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familiarly lost
We were angels those days, reckless yet restrained neither of us ever feeling so alive closing our eyes to see one another's dreams late nights, early mornings Those words spoken, actions seen a mirror that can never be mended we danced among that broken glass untouchable living in innocent breaths Feeling eachother's soul…
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Not exactly Robert Frost.....
Pretend you are a virgin on fire An outcast in the midst of madness The scion of something unthinkable Satan's long lost illegitimate son A solitary weed amongst carnations The last living sh** on earth Regardless of everyone's friends I plot revenge in the dark I plot escape from this asylum Regardless of Disneyland I…
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Today, I Remember
Today is your day I can’t deny or try to hide from that every year this day serves as a reminder as to what you have missed in our lives and what was taken from us too soon I miss that silly grin and stupid little growl like sound you made after saying something that you and only you could find funny I…
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most days
Dawn. I'm still half asleep Out the door. Still shaking off my dreams. Sun feels good. I'm alive. Couldn't ask for more. Free coffee. Everyday. Nice perk at work. Do what I gotta do But in my head I'm writing. People wonder why all the time I'm silent. Try to see past my masks See the real me. Usually can't find it. Get…
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Northwest Tribal Art
I was at Pike Street Market last week in Seattle and saw a table with a really neat variety of various northwest tribal art. I completely regret not buying any of them but am looking online for a few places that sell these types of prints. Being from the east coast I will not have any time to go back soon. I am wondering…
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today?
Its okay my dear I hear your screams Though I can do nothing for you its okay, You can tell her That rape was not the charge She's closed down, In a cafe,.. How can we forget? So many miles Separates me from you,.. I don't want to be separated from you! I'm useless to you I can do nothing For Christ sake,.. I'm useless to…
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Before biscuits and gravy.
With morning prayers “Voodoo Child” becomes alive playing through my head as a gray cat with yellow eyes eats from her bowl. Outside the window three ravens chatter on bouncing branches while Jimi hits the notes perfectly. I thought to myself “ a mountain into an island” his hand, the edge. I look up at the sky, a guitar…
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it is not love that goes away
It is not ages that have passed and still I see you as you are what you always were no matter the role this life when that essence comes in all I want for it to be is near for if in the sky you are its poet and if all of you what is in the sky the word why has no meaning as long as it is as solid as rock of spirit man of…
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I hold them all inside like the iron cross inside my heart they're with me at every step I take they are the dreams I can't leave behind. Who am I but a scream in the night to carry this iron cross through the thunder lightning and rain I will find my way. Godfather.
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WAITING.....
Something I wrote to my lady some years ago... As I sit here with the light shimmering off a dark lake I think to myself of you, my thoughts drift now and then to the places we've been Your endless fire ignites my inner desires, like fire and ice, you'll light it and I'll cool it. When I peer into your eyes, I search, I…
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Undocumented pain
Scarecrow is looking down at me Tell me what do you see? Fifty years of wandering has taken its toll on me. Scarecrow hanging a wooden cross Only there for me Undocumented pain no one else can see. The years they passed like the dreams we had Before we cried our self’s to sleep Every night is a toast and cheer To your…
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Plastic melting flowers
Plastic flowers melting in the sun standing in the street smiling at everyone. welcome to my world welcome to the club. have you seen her face smiling with a look in her eye like she owns the place. she's picking plastic melting flower in the sun with a smile for everyone. she puts them a vase of water just to see them…
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Bend Over
Bend Over so help me god I will PARK something up your ass just for RECREATION ! I don't care if you don't like my music so . . . fuck off ! no one said you had to listen and to keep you out of my business I will remove your spy with one click :twisted:
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do not enter
left alone unless invited goes up wrought iron goes up down the stakes in and around area and aerial you can't come in and you are not welcome ring the beeper there is nothing sounding on the edge of the world my next fall will fade blank
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whatever
write watever you feel, whatever you want. cuz i wanna hear it, i can be a poem or just a story. just write whatever
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how many days can i not say...
Pulled into snow covered driveway. Killed the engine. Keys out of the ignition. Toss them in frustration. Into the night. Damn mental fights... Sitting alone out here in the cold. Watching cigarette smoke dance away. Wonder about the amount of truth. How many days can I not say...... I love you? Listening to whatever the…