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somebody above mesomebody above me walks really loudly. their footsteps come down like thunderclaps. they stomp-stomp-stomp from room to room. their place looks like mine so i know they only really have two.somebody above me
by ~damnfinelimbo
cottonmouthi can't help but enjoy swallowing your saliva, your tongue thumb-wrestling mine in that ongoing battle of back, forth, back, forth 'til i let you win.cottonmouth
your lips and mine sandwich perfectly, crusts cut off. if we were on toast, we'd be marmalade or jam; sticky sweetness pressed up, one against the other.
in the cold you warm me in awkward hand-holding and swaying hugs. i think i'll grow attached to your body heat.
our lift-off finally successful, i am excited to journey to far-away lands promised in the r
by ~damnfinelimbo
tetris and cigarettesdark dim and desolate, the car makes its rounds. propelled slowly by my lead foot, which has slowly been losing a lot of its lead. red octagons are cigarette stops as the match refuses to light again splintering but still i perservere setting my cancer stick aflame.tetris and cigarettes
my lights graze his lawn as i try not to stand out against the
pitch of suburban night. his driveway, a dark place of kisses and mallory hit his mailbox in my car and his swimming pool his bed
and how he hurt me,
so very far away from that house.
i dri
by ~damnfinelimbo
womani smell blood dripping from my ovaries to form a pool of lost fertility at my base. it is a full moon. my loins want to dance, wild without inhibition yet are caged by cotton shoved into the most impossible crevice. howl at eve, pandora, and that plethora of bad tidings. the bright spot that stains is the policeman coming to say, "your father is dead," guilt and shame upon his face. one week -- the apple restored to the tree. until then, the box hangs open, running with remnants of moses' red sea.woman
by ~damnfinelimbo
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title again will not fitA Poem Written During a Hail Stormtitle again will not fit
Dappled wings flapping Mid-flight on sparrows Remind of the moments That the wind blew Around leaves near Your feet.
Today walking through Swamps in the front lawn A bird flew away when I Got too close And I could only Think of you Even though my Socks were soaked.
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A Poem for SheShe, She, She… Always concerned for She Am I I, slightly less of a word than She I am He Or so I claim to be This He who writes for SheA Poem for She
She asked He to write her a poem It doesn’t have to be about me She told He It just has to be a poem Perhaps about the ocean So He sits and attempts to write a poem For her, for this She He tries to write
Yet
Words don’t seem strong enough The normal choices: Fine and sublime don’t quite Make the mark And further choices: Bewitching and marvelous Come slightl
by ~Orangesuitcases
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- Current Residence: small town friendly, nc
- Interests: theatre, method, music, musicals, film, poetry, photography, philosophy, words, art, connections.
- Favourite movie: dead poets society. garden state. little miss sunshine.
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Escape Cold Herons, Jak.
You were the introverted, shy typewriter addict?
See, the thing is, I loved your performance the best. No way in hell you'll believe that, nor do I expect you to, considering the circumstance, but honestly. You made me cry from laughter. You were fantastic.
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Escape Cold Herons, Jak.
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