March 2012
“‘Charlie, we accept the love we think we deserve.’”
– The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via griev)
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Three, No. 3
Your glance skewed woozily past my face,
And I helped your listing ship’s frame into place
Before it capsized in the sick, leaving no trace
(except all over my feet)
I looked into your eyes and I saw the vagueness
Of empty evenings ending with evanescent excess;
The gutter’s kiss was bitter and stained your little red dress
(the one I used to love)
My dear, your seraphic gaze sent...
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when the music's over:
scottiehughes:
In the back of the hall stood this open-lunged organ with keys that frayed at the edges and pedals that bottomed out nowhere. The space was empty. I was in black velvet and she in the crimson you only see on the undersides of stomachs. Knees parted over the keys, she practically tore me open when she reached for me in the dark.
Suddenly, there they were, my memories of her,...
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Collab Me
linesentwined:
at noon the clouds burst to rain down shards on lonely heads
and all around our sacred beds, the soaring chorus turned and fled from the touch of the dancing, cleansing tide; a mockery of catharsis and rage
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February 2012
corinthians
aaronchristianyoung:
love according to corinthians cannot be felt between two humans, but i beg to differ, i know the feeling even now as i write this. the pressure that protrudes from the inside, the slight smile at her thought, the nostalgia of late nights, admiring her smile, and laugh. poets when they fall in love they relive the moment over and over, the time of day, the scent of the...
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nerdybynature:
The Monkees - I’m A Believer
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“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become...”
– Ingrid Bergman
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Half of the Glass (Button Shaped Thoughts)
My walk played out in reverse this morning.
My skin swam with tears that flowed back into themselves and left my eyes high and dry,
Flying with dead end birds through the back alleys of Cloud 9;
Where the dances were joyful and slow
Like elderly romance.
My eyes perceived
How God’s tears cleansed the no-lights,
hopeless halves of heaven-bound humanity helping her to die
In an old...
the loud quiet girl in the center that i remember:... →
incandescenc-e:
And sometimes it smacks you in the face between the eyes when you realize just how much you love somebody, you love them until it shudders subtly from the back of your neck all the way to the spaces indented from your big toe to your little toe and all the toes in between and…
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Um, yeah.
Why is everyone making such a big fuss about Lana Del Rey again?
moon-mist-tobacco:
I still can’t quite grasp the idea that my mind could make me beautiful or appealing to someone. oh poor me and my inability to hold self esteem or form self worth.
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Three, No. 1
When you were young and full of fun,
your hair resembled the colors of the sun,
And you ate ice cream with a hot dog bun
And told me that I’d always be the only one
(you’d ever love)
I stroked the fiery strands of gold
And thought about nights when I would hold
Your shaking frame because someone told
You someday you’d grow grey and old
(and wilt like a pale, moldy rose)
And your...
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fromaplacewithin:
Let us lay and listen to piano chimes fleeting through our minds like velvet on our fingers Let us lay and listen to piano fingers fleeting through our minds like encrypted chimes
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Three Word Challenge
I really love being inspired by words, so I thought I’d steal this from girlbrokendown.
Basically, just send me three words and I’ll include them in a piece I plan on writing.
Now, let’s see if I can actually finish all of them….
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Bon Iver: And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine. I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind, but now all your love is wasted. And then who the hell was I?
Death Cab: So one last touch and then you'll go and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more. But it was vile, and it was cheap and you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me. Yeah, you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Radiohead: But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling if I just turn and run. And it wears me out... It wears me out. If I could be who you wanted, if I could be who you wanted all the time... all the time.
Brand New: You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold. Pale white like the skin stretched over your bones, spring keeps you ever close. You are secondhand smoke, you are so fragile and thin standing trial for your sins. Holding onto yourself the best you can. You are the smell before rain, you are the blood in my veins.
Nicki Minaj: You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, yeah you a you a stupid hoe.You a stupid hoe you a you a stupid hoe. You stupid stupid, you a stupid hoe
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Currently listening to:
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost -Girls
An Empty Bliss Beyond This World - The Caretaker
Break It Yourself - Andrew Bird
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I used to write what God shouted into my ear: now I just write what the devil inside me whispers through my throat.
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Today is Yesterday’s Tomorrow and Today is...
A Someone told me a Something once. They said that we live in the future because every new day is yesterday’s tomorrow. And that’s true. People do live in the future. They dream tomorrow-dreams about tomorrow-people living in tomorrow-houses with tomorrow-children. “Tomorrow, sadness will go away and I will love (again) and the pain will go away.” But it never does. Tomorrow’s today always stays...
Chemistry Rested: The greatest playlist in the... →
chemistry-rested:
Where Do My Bluebirds Fly- the Tallest Man on Earth The difference between…-Circa Survive Everyway-Circa Survive Don’t Take Your Guns to Town-Johnny Cash Mammoth-The Devil Wears Prada the Shame in Shedding Wool- Burden of a Day Jezebel-Iron and Wine Walking…
This is incredible.
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Act 1 scene v (91-112)
Hamlet: O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else? / And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart; / And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, / But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee! / Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat / In this distracted globe. Remember thee! / Yea, from the table of my memory / I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, / All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, / That youth and observation copied there; / And thy commandment all alone shall live / Within the book and volume of my brain, / Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven! / O most pernicious woman! / O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! / My tables,--meet it is I set it down, / That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; / At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark: / So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word; / It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me.' / I have sworn 't.
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“Sometimes I can’t believe it. I’m moving past the feeling.”
– Arcade Fire, “The Suburbs”
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So yeah.
Pink Floyd are a perfect band.
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A perfect kiss every time
mygypsyshepherd:
Have you ever wondered about a kiss? Not just the kiss but the giver and reciever of that kiss? I’ve kissed with no spark, no special connection. I’ve kissed and been kissed with no desire to return for more. Is it that they, the giver of the kiss, didn’t know how? Were they just not good at it?
I’ve come to believe that every pair of lips has a match somewhere out there. Lips...
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“In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had...”
– 1 Peter 1 6-7
Artisan's song.: He grew up before him like a... →
psychedelicanomaly:
He grew up before him like a tender shoot, and like a root out of dry ground. He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him. He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man of suffering, and familiar with pain. …
Brilliant verse. And I love the poem as well.
I rarely talk about my faith, not because I'm...
This.
Reading makes you a better writer →
derriqueen:
derriqueen:
It does. Seriously. And not even just reading. One of the secrets of writer success at least on a literary level, involves the careful critique of someone else’s work. Peer reviewing, peer editing. Working with peer writers.
I have drank way too many espresso drinks today.
Complete Digression:
“I feel like I can’t review a poem”; if you are a poet, you can and should...
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Don Lockwood: "What's your lofty mission in life that lets you sneer at my humble profession?"
Kathy Selden: "Well, I'm a-I'm an actress!..."
Don Lockwood: "Oh... "
Kathy: "...on the stage!"
Don Lockwood: "Oh, on the stage, well I'd like to see you act, what are you in right now? I could brush up on my English, or bring along an interpreter, that is if they'd let in a *movie* actor."
Kathy Selden: "I'm not in a play right now, but I will be. I'm going to New York..."
Don Lockwood: "Ohhh, you're going to New York and then some day we'll all hear of you, won't we? Kathy Selden- as Juliet, as Lady Macbeth, as King Lear. You'll have to wear a beard for that one of course."
Kathy Selden: "Laugh all you want, but at least the stage is a dignified profession."
Don Lockwood: [scoffing] "Dignified!"
Kathy: "What do you have to be so conceited about? You're nothing but a shadow on film... just a shadow. You're not flesh and blood."
Don Lockwood: "Oh, no? :
[moves amorously towards her]
Kathy: "Stop!"
Don Lockwood: "What can I do to you, I'm only a shadow."
Kathy: "You keep away from me! Just because you're a big movie star, wild parties, swimming pools, you expect every girl to fall in a dead faint at your feet. Well, don't you touch me!"
Don Lockwood: [chanting] "Fear not, sweet lady! I will not molest you. I am but a humble jester, and you? Yooouuu are to far above me!"
[he gets out of the car and closes the door on his coat tails]
Don Lockwood: "Farewell, Ethel Barrymore! I must *tear* myself from your side!"
[Don tears his coat. Kathy guffaws as Don walks away]
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derriqueen:
lilysofthefield:
myuntouchableface:
my teeth shall fall from my skull like rain
the dreams of the dead flow into the ocean
and I will string your teeth hanging them like a necklace
then collect your dreams into jars and show the world how they glow
but what would the world do with a glowing jar of dreams—
here the world’s shadow might bend and cast towards hung yellow...
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all the stars are projectors: i learnt from the... →
moderateclimates:
I have measured out my life in iambic pentameter; within assonance, assiduous in its attendence, lay the key to my left ventricle. The right—
beat lonely as a daffodil, beneath the sky, blue as bluest blue. Where once petals lay, two eyes that knew more than I would ever know sprouted. Then that…
This is incredible. It takes allusion to another level.
agentjanefox:
(Because I care about your ears)
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