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- Deviant since Sep 4, 2002, 7:12 PM
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Correlatein Visual Poetry on 3/21/06
Reconvening PrismLike powering on a television screen to a dead channel or the slow fade-in of the theatre lights as a performance ends, the sky turned from black to grey to ashen white. We'd wanted our night not to end, for morning to overlook us. For that, I'd shoot down the sun with bullets made of wax, and tie the moon in place with dental floss. The light washed out all the colours that shadows held, turned out the electric tints of orange and blue that painted us exotic, and made us look clinically pale, like recycled paper. The prismatically split sources had letReconvening Prism
in Open on 12/6/05
Undercurrent- for Jeff BuckleyMy lips are cracked, Jeff. The furiously empty streets have frost on the sidewalks, but the snow could all be feathers if your voice were heard again. Grace has all but gone now, your notes are lost and only true. Other throats shout their own sounds, trying to recall and reinvent you. Muted angel of the nineteen-nineties, Jeff, martyred and sexualized, still nine years old and in awe of the purity in music when your real father died, later to become the beautiful victim of current -- you left a legacy after that fatal baptism, you were still heard.Undercurrent- for Jeff Buckley
Everyone listens to y
in Open on 12/6/05
unattendedthe rabbit's been boiled andunattended
grows lukewarm in the pot, most of its fur still on. the sun sets and the seasons are changing.
some knife grows rusty though the blade's not dull, its implicity for the thing curled in stagnating water.
the window's left open and the smell attracts flies. the cutting board is contaminated by salmonella.
this unmarshaled life spread out on linoleum. the hare left unbutchered and gone ugly, still no uglier than any other end. the cornish hen, for example, lies suddenly inert after spasming for several minutes.
in Open on 12/4/05
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Mind SexI remember experiencing a piece of your soul at the age of sixteen, gazing into a fresh rain puddle right after the calm of the storm,Mind Sex
you came to me that summer, in the form of a peaceful memory,
mysterious being,
beautiful stranger,
comforting soul,
and you spoke to me in a casual manner,
the way pairs of people would engage in train conversations,
you moved me,
maybe it was the way you told me how you liked cigarettes with your coffee, and how you smiled at me with those cute little dimples, (laughs)
although I can't stand c
by ~GenesisRockwell
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Devious Information
- Current Age: 20
- Current Residence: Toronto, Ontario
- Favourite movie: Enter the Dragon, Vanilla Sky, SFW, SLC Punk, Lost in Translation, Dawn of the Dead
- Favourite band or musician: Pavement, The Shins, Bob Dylan, Joel Plaskett, Black Keys, Velvet Underground, Postal Service
- Favourite poet or writer: Stephen Crane, Jack Kerouac, A.F Moritz
- Favourite photographer: Weegee, Doisneau
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Writing is the only thing that when I do it, I don't feel I should be doing something else.
- Gloria Steinem
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Most smile because they are happy; I am happy because I smile.
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I don't regret a thing
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Most smile because they are happy; I am happy because I smile.
Thanks for the comments!
Happy Belated Birthday!
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you are 21 now.
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Most smile because they are happy; I am happy because I smile.
im stefanie's best friend.
your poem about her was beautiful.
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smile inside, because no one is going to do it for you.
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who's seen jezebel?
What?
What happened?
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when i look down
i just miss all the good stuff
and when i look up
i just trip over things
"...I'm that half-blind, punch-drunk boxer who won't even talk about the fights anymore. There's not even that much left in me. Y'know, there are all those places and people that I've given bits of my heart to over the years, and it just seems like there's not enough left to give any more away and still keep living. I've grown so thin, like the breath of clouds which the moon sees through."
That's fucking poetry. Do you honestly think you've used up all your poetry? You fuckin' live poetry. I meant it when I said your journals were poetry. You know what I'd do to have that kind of intrinsic talent? Nah, neither do I.
Heh. You wanna hear something kinda ironic? So I get these very emo moods sometimes. You know the ones- where you feel so full of emptiness you're about to burst? And I try to write about it, and all I can do is doodle in my notebook. And then I think, well, fuck this, and I get out my sketchbook. But then I can't even stand to put pencil to paper, because I need to get whatever it is off my chest. So I don't do anything.
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when i look down
i just miss all the good stuff
and when i look up
i just trip over things
Hey, you.
FUCKING WRITE.
Come on, where've you been? I miss being able to read what you write. It's so rare for me to meet a real friend over the internet and I don't want to lose you. Okay? You're fucking amazing. I don't think you even know how talented you are. I mean, just naturally. Your fucking journals are fucking poetry. Do you know that?
So write.
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when i look down
i just miss all the good stuff
and when i look up
i just trip over things
Too cool
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In vino veritas, nunc est bibendum. - In wine is truth, now we must drink.
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"tell me of rainbows
the color the rain throws
ballerina
dance softly
she knows when to come only
when she's called"
~"ballerina" leona naess
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"tell me of rainbows
the color the rain throws
ballerina
dance softly
she knows when to come only
when she's called"
~"ballerina" leona naess
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when i look down
i just miss all the good stuff
and when i look up
i just trip over things
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I don't regret a thing
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I don't regret a thing"
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when i look down
i just miss all the good stuff
and when i look up
i just trip over things
Fuck, life. I regret everything.
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I don't regret a thing
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