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qandisa's daughter (who couldn't do it right)when you leave, my sheets are wet
with sweat and come and cold
in the absence of
your body pressed up against
mine, and the breath
poured out of your grey-green
eyes.

i'll never quite get over that.

left-
handed left-
brained

baby, bring me a heart to eat

so i can pretend i've got
at least half
the wit and twice
the damage you deal.

triple your
bet, and i'll pretend
daddy never taught me how
to play a proper game of poker
for a reason,

and no,
when i said you have to mean something
to fuck
me, i didn't mean
you'd have to
love me
to get me undressed.

the counter-culture
greets me different-
ly and when you're lying
there pants undon

by the time you get this message i'll probably bei wrote a poem for my self-loathing
and writing
quietly
on the inside,

realised
that i hated
that, too.

thixotropiait's getting a little too
non-Newtonian in here
gleaming
control from existential singularities
we had

the brilliant imaginations of children disturbed
and the uninterrupted powers of ancient gods

but reincarnation received
[and it was a culling]
re-birthed as ideo-
logical lackeys

and if we're going to keep looking
for needles we'll need
to build a bigger haystack

superfluitythe universe asks
then decides for itself
embracing ...
parabolic tendencies of vagueness

mesmerizing strangers when they're still
gelatinous and dumb

still we're not the only heretics to flood this place with broken tongues

and like the rest we'll be destroyed
a limping neoplastic
when our egos and their urges shrink

and responses grow more lucid

Penniless MerchantIn depth it was analyzed..

Mimicked and materialized.

Demeter turned an empty ear,

A heavy harvest was hers to leer.

Sacrificing God and Ghost..

Catered instead to empty host.

Reproving grace makes ill to most.

Burdened me then; have yet to boast.

But tedious crops from solace sown.

A solid yield will find it's own.

A gritty game with no refrain.

Of due course, the moon will wane.

to crazy-town!natural hair-color ID pic taken from your middlename relationship, status or mood. the color of underwear. one thing that makes you happy is the last person you cuddled with going back in time, and change something. an animal for one day had a near death experience, something you do a lot is the name of the song stuck in your head right now. copy+paste this from the same b-day as you, last time you cried/sang in front of a large audience. one superpower is to notice about the opposite sex biggest secret/favorite color/the last time you lied. kiddy movies or TV shows eating or drinking the favorite smell. life in one word gave/received a hug,

Bad Poetry and Soggy PaintingsDancing now to wicked tunes.

The product these of many moons.

Paved my way through cogent mass.

Then took on the guise of math.

Struck the moment, wicked lash.

Sowed them all with wicked hash.

Hundreds gone to no avail.

Mixed, measured, weighed to scale.

Those that had no sense of self?

Put them up on empty shelf.

Of the few that found their niche..

A conglomeration; new pastiche.

tautologically impairedrepetition builds
(s)kills far from the madding crowd
where in the presence of proprietary predators
our inquiring organs want to know
the only true cure for the bite of a spider

we are

those who dispute the definition of paradise
tactile fribulations
undercover in long division searching
the ignoble savages for a unified theory
backwoods prophets in a theater
of socialized wolves

seventeen ankles walked into a trap

Abortion of the human spirit aka mindless risenEach day we are broken down from the minute we are born
A seed sewn in pleasure can be a love or a scorn
Each road we take gives us a thousand answers
But we watch with glazed eyes and flickering dancers
Be it TV, Computer or video game
The human is being replaced by something tame

Seagulls, Rain, Silence and Street Lightsthe gods must have created
four o'clock in the morning

Counting SheepStumble softly onto the grass,
And I catch a glimpse of the tree line ahead.
Could we paddle a little faster?
I want to get to the end of this before I wake.
I don’t want to miss a single second of this place,
But I’m a realist,
And I know that I can’t spend forever locked away.
So, please,
Take me to the river,
Where the fish jump out and sing to your ships,
And the water laps at your feet like the playful child she is,
Where I know that my secrets are safe,
So long as they are not whispered to the blades,
The grasses have ears you know.
They like to spread your desires to the next person while the wind blows,
And soon the

heroes of fallible mythliving fossils
we're not even legally mammals
simply convenient collections

of practical props and effects

small analogue soldiers
against a time traveler's ocean
our trivial tumblers unbroken

but not a mind left well kept

and redundancy promises igno-
minious bliss
the aloofness of supermen sated

perfunctory

and using big data
while sententiously locked in position
Procrustean

sentinels scared of sedition

My Swarming, the hatred of mundaneTwisting of mundane windmills revive themselves. Slow tears quickly swim down the people grim faces. The world shrinks with windmills as they grow more elite.

The swarming. The plantations knowledge that I'm still alive the pain from Caligula disorder that the humans cling to. Satan that has kissed my lips bleeds and curves in its movements with pinwheel pursuits something not of the mundane.

My eyes lift from their past, tiny molecules of substance began to bring birth to my swarming. The heat makes windmills blow fuses of sorts. Just stop with your crackling you venue.

The taste of logic had died with his was erroneous actions.....his t

Prepared to sayI have something to say.
It's a thought that keeps my mind at bay
And I'm afraid that its going to stay
I wish is would go away
But I'm afraid it won't until I pluck up the courage to say
Never mind, I shall keep it at bay
No one wants to know anyways
Who cares about what I have to say
But then again how will this feeling go away
If I just try and keep it at bay
What I'm trying to say
Is that it's hard this way
And I don't know how it'll come out
But I guess I have no doubt
That I am simply
And utterly prepared to say
I am gay

Muttered ProfanitiesLosing it all

Every graveless bastard
That found their Heaven on my back

Every festering circus tent pitched
In my ivory plains

Every plastic bitch
Hydrated by my perspiration

I am losing it all

All the pageant queens
Sent to blindness, with gouged eyes

All the imaginary friends
Who sank into the molding walls

All the fucking Nazis
Who would kill, only to kill more

I am losing it all

But I am not lost

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Handmaid

by ~tallyyoungblood, Dec 19, 2010, 2:50:19 PM
Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Free Verse

red
head to toe
white wings
blocking view
both ways
"protected"
protection
that's rarely felt
one purpose
and one alone
to create life
for others
but is denied
of such a blessing
walking incubators
but hardly mothers

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started reading A Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood and though I enjoy it, I can't help but feel irked out by the fact that Women's Liberation had taken one hell of a back-track.

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~ShellBelle92 Dec 19, 2010

I. Hated. That. Book. Read it in AP. Ugh. lol

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~Post-Mesmeric Dec 19, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

You describe the female perspective and the meaning behind the gender well, and the last two lines really resonate. I actually had to reread the work to get the entire idea, but that's a beneficial factor, I'd say. You show this negative perspective so superbly; the idea of finding this negative niche in the gender is interesting, only making the reader hear your message out even better.

It's simple, which I personally found to be a flaw, but everything else is so profound and commanding that I couldn't help but ignore that minor problem. Excellent work, and keep up the great work!

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~tallyyoungblood Dec 19, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

thanks so much!

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~Post-Mesmeric Dec 19, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

No problem. It was a fine work, well worth reading and understanding.

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