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heart shaped secretsi will run my hands through your hair until i have erased every tangle i will whisper heart-shaped secrets in your ears loneliness tastes like a mouthful of bees i need you to sketch me onto your lips and sculpt me back from blue we'll kiss in slow motion while our signature unfoldsheart shaped secrets
by ~insex
cannibalistici love it how i'm your friend of convenience; you can only spare a smile when the timing's right. sitting too close, smoking your cigarettes (an addiction of yours meant to make you something i'd crave); you say you've got my back, but the look in your eyes says you'd sooner trip me yourself than catch my fall.cannibalistic
by ~insex
reunionpassing notes through empty classes staring wide eyed, full of admiration at the next ghost that gets expelled from our lives fake lipstick kisses in a broken bathroom stall grafitti the desks with our life stories we will be here forever. you carved your name into my soul i carved mine into a tree i just wanted to be loved you blew bubbles of bubble-gum that floated in the air i blew smoke rings and flicked the butts in peoples hair it never mattered to me that i was different i just wanted to be the same.reunion
and when you left school you made the longest
by ~insex
dirty fingernailsi've given up on love for a small taste of what's in the corner dusting the cellophane i heard i took 'em like a champ he said you've done this before i shook my head laughed falling on a high that was so sweet i licked my lips and fifteen months ago i woulda been back turned to it that kind of naive certainty that is bred only from fear of the unknown i attempt a photograph to really capture something i said a glance toward the east, suddenly as the sun is penetrating the horizon i penetrate another bottle of beer we've got a story for you a definite beginning butdirty fingernails
by ~insex
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not why- but howInot why- but how
To feel the blade,
so cold and thin
gently slash open my skin,
now split in two;
soon rivers of red
converge in my palm,
small puddles of death
dry off so fast.
yet the throbbing and sting
hang on desperately to life
as it slips through the slit.
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pills of snow white bliss
dissolve on my hot pink tongue.
To lie down and doze off,
and be enveloped in grey clouds:
there is no use to fight
these eyelids of lead.
III
To dip my toes
in first and test
the glac
by ~nepasavaler
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- Current Residence: Manchester, England.
- Interests: I'd call it more a habit.
- Favourite movie: The Outsiders.
- Favourite genre of music: Indie/Rock.
- Operating System: Windows XP
- Favourite cartoon character: Baby Stewie.
- Personal Quote: I'm gonna get you, and I'm gonna make it look like it was a bloody accident.
- MSN: darlingwhiplash@hotmail.com
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Suture Self
Happiness, by
The Interview, by
Rusting Bridges of Suburbia, by
So, I did some peruzing, and earthed up these three pieces.
Happiness is beautiful in its own simplicity, and has a subtle kick to it that I find lacking in a lot of reading these days.
The Interview is an interesting little for-the-stage piece that I found myself cracking up over, all over the place. There's some great humor and dialogue going on here, as well as some great subtle toss-ins for the actors to experiment with. Something I would love to see performed.
While Rusting Bridges of Suburbia might be a little ho-hum subject-wise, the rhythm and control of meter that ~ honestbrutality has accomplished here is impeccable. It takes a lot of practice and a lot of control of vocabulary to get a good rhythm in a slam piece these days, and it's done beautifully here.
Get writing, fuckos. *jesusbite
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to love is to lose
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Escape from the sticks!
Treefingerer - a highly recommended writer, also from the sticks
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