July 2011
91 posts
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I sigh into resignation, Palms of trembling hands open- I am wrong But I am young. These are mistakes I have to make Show who I am through what I’ve done. Youth drips away through Lachrymal loss And my eyes mirror brighter than before, Unhindered by juvenile belief. I reflect your contempt in my existence.
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They watch me with hungry eyes. They want to devour me. I twist and turn, remembering the steps, moving and moving but never moving away. I’m stuck here as long as they want me to be. They are my audience. They admire me through glass.
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It sounds like a cliché but you taste like summer. Like half-forgotten evenings and an echo of alcohol only natural. You are naturally intoxicating. You make me a cliché. You have poisoned all potential for poetry, my dear. Perhaps it’s irreversible, as there is no antidote for idiocy. If you have made an absolute fool of me, I’ll exact revenge unspeakable. But I suppose one never...
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Post-It Prose
Post-It Prose is a project I started a while ago when I had lots of small ideas and no drive to write properly. I had to take each idea and write enough to fill a 3”x4” Post-It note. These are the results.
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I’ve been waiting for something to fill this chasm for the longest time, and now that something’s come along I’ve discovered I’ve no room. I’ve healed the gaping wound and covered it with bandages, nothing can pass, let alone get inside. The piece of flesh I felt I was missing has no place any more. I have a huge scar but it sure is pretty and I wouldn’t be the...
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Give a fistful of anger, A mouthful of lust, Make a bed of bad decisions, Built a hospital ward between us. One anothers’ safe zone A shared rehearsal room, Pretty sentiments recited to see If they’d make endearment bloom. I’ll stare into mirrors If you watch the clock This is how we’ll find the time To forget how to talk
Often I hear “stories” of struggles with depression, people prattling on at the bus stop about how their life is a long, drawn out opera and pause for the mouthfuls of pity and praise they expect. Now I don’t like to be one to judge what comes out of the mouths of others, there may well be truth behind the trite remarks they make, and if they’d just stop counterfeiting...
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Mistake, mistake, Where do my loyalties
Lie and be still. Skin Meets skin, how soft the
Touch my life and split the Surface, drain
Colour me lost, I need no path to
Anywhere will welcome me Except where I want to be.
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A pair of lips touch blank expanse, Caressing imaginary landscapes. I’ll conjure up your hands, your back, And every aspect of your face. Lipstick stain, of my design There, adorned by breathy dew. We do not need stars to align When I can scar a page for you.
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The room is filled with the taste of static The blank TV screen is whispering dreams You’ll come and buy into lives of plastic
White and grey dance around erratic They jump and dance like the snowflakes and ash The room is filled with the taste of static
It whispers “You can be that dramatic If you buy into our synthesised dreams” You’ll come and buy into lives of...
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You ask me how I spent my life Locked within consciousness’ towers- Dreaming happens often But in my waking hours: I build up scenes of pirate ships, Painting pictures of rosy lips Behind my eyes. My misty face Should let you know I’m off in space.
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Anonymous asked: what is your name?
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If one day you hold me up On pedestal of false honour, And peep through those half closed eyes Vision all a blur, You see me there among the greats The masters of this craft I love You’ll cast me down as a disgrace- How am I one of Those who uses words that have Been in mouths of genius When I taint (I feel your contempt) And make the sounds unclean?
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I have teeth And I can bite But you refuse to look beyond my lips.
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They talk of alcohol like world-weary adults But their eyes aren’t starry; The shiny lights have caught their attention. (Laughter and tales of great adventure Spun by mouths unsullied By the death of imagination) Their feigned age dizzies me.
Pulling prose from the page often proves quite painful.
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I don’t believe in the sky. How can there be so much existence out there that we can’t touch? Children of the universe, our dreams bigger than our machines and our eyes wider than we can reach? No, I believe it’s not real. Those days, those days when there’s no colour or change, a sheet of blank, they give me conviction. It’s a lack, a glass jar with no lid....
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You’ve seen the smile All painted on And heard the list of angry songs And seen the way they played along; You’ve taken on the role of lover Go and hold her Give her a shoulder to cry on Rely on Get under the covers And when it’s done and over Jump the gun. Run.
Liar, liar, Don’t preach to the choir.
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So I recorded this.
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Dear Planetary Friends
I’m a small girl. I have hips and I’m taller than my mother But who am I In relation to everything else? Shrinking violet, wallflower Of the world. This endless landscape Cannot be explored But is mine to interpret as I wish. Stargazer, stargazer, I could imagine the planets a thousand times over And it should be no more tangible. These stars stare me down Do I look so small to others...
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Quite often I find I fall for Certain boys and girls before They all-of-a-sudden become “pretty” And turn into absolute dicks.
I liked him BEFORE it was cool to like him.
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I keep waking, speaking dreams Of bodies, burning And corpses to be carried Out of sight of my sanity.
There have been nights Snapped Into consciousness And I wonder whether this is mere coincidence. Perhaps fiction had tainted my subconscious Perhaps it’s the films I’ve been watching Perhaps I’m just overthinking Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps and There’s a tiny little voice...
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Do not call me pretty. I do not dress for you. Why should I care about your opinion On silly little things like hair Skincare What I’m wearing? Surely one should judge a man On his merits, qualities Before things painted On the outside you can see? Yes, I put effort In to my appearance But that’s to give good representation Of the way I’m feeling. I feel like I should look Not...
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I remember those early days, the ones we were so careful about. We’d make sly jokes and see just how far we could push it, test the ground and see just how much one another would tolerate. We’d laugh about everything. After a small while we didn’t have to laugh. We’d have proper conversations. These turned later and later, and soon the whole night was filled with...
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Syllables sit at the tip of my tongue. They taste so sweet I want to share But who’d care to bear witness to my Penchant for plosives and ridiculous Rapture, rhythm and rhyme. A mouthful or two isn’t very much And I’ve tried to give you this But for once Your lips closed tight.
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Dear you, Holder of my hand Fairground-friend My candy-stripe nails began to chip The moment you forgot my fingertips. Your hands shielded my eyes From fluorescence, glaring, They blind me now Stumbling in a fog of colours Waltzing to a vaudevillian soundtrack Laughing along, laughing along And I’m not sure if I can make out eyes But I’m mesmerised in any case. A cabaret in action....
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I can look at cats with far more affection than a human face. I can take comfort in the coat of a creature, and not skin of someone so sorely strange to me. Communication is key to this. A cat can’t cry “liar”, not a puppy produce peals of laughter and proclaim “pretence”. Here, love is love is love and the little things don’t know lies from truth.
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Sonnet of a shite writer
Every time I sit to write Something for others to admire Or to express, or to delight I soon find that I desire To keep my words both short and sweet, That I should like to say so much With lines few, and keep it neat. Although I like the lines to touch With such fluidity that it Seems all to be one dialogue, After a while it all seems shit And soon I become “lost in a fog” Of poor...
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myverymadexistence:
firemetadragon:
myverymadexistence:
kidmars:
myverymadexistence:
An endless abyss Is it impossible to find a light in here?
Quite impossible but ill keep trying until the brightest one shines
Not an easy test my boy! Shadows will swallow you whole, spitting bones
Bones are not, but limbs
Of the past; Fear not the bones,
Fear not what is ash
Even ash...
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My mind’s needle pulls Through the flesh of my lips-
Now is not the time or place To boast of half-more-than-hazy evenings Lost lovers Forfeiting friendship for physical affection.
My mind’s needle pulls Through the skin across my fingers-
Now is not the time to reach For someone to teach you not to trust For someone to let you give into lust And kill the confidant within.
My...
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Sickening ache in the small of my back, What are you hiding? What are you hiding? Keeping something safe behind discomfort. The only way I’ll fix it Is getting on my back Getting on my back And we all know about my ghost of a reputation.
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Uninspired. Being happy should be so much easier, A breeze for people Unburdened by words.
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This is the anonymous revolution! If you want to take part just send this message to the blogs you love. It's just a little thing that will brighten their day, and hopefully make up for all the anon hate that is everywhere on tumblr. If you love someone's blog, spread the word. One message at a time...
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I push the words to the tip of my tongue And trip. Something won’t move. I coax, coax, coax, And even promises in syrupy sweet, sugary tones can’t Smooth things over enough so I can speak.
Cough, Mistake, I never meant to make a sound As timing and place is inappropriate And as alarmed as you are I’ll deny Try saying it’s a lie.
I never could speak in turn Or when...
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I replaced life with words. A night out in exchange for a page of power. My new friends come in the format Of vocabulary and structure, Ideas growing into something I can shape around myself. Who needs loyalty when I have venom? Who needs popularity when I have a pen?
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I need to stop looking for excuses And start looking for reasons. Not why, but why not.
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The mask of anonymity instills a kind of bravery in the individual. The freedom to say as we please with no fear of being personally reprimanded gives room for so much more invasive questioning, and often with the promise of an unafraid answer.
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My reasoning is loose and shaky I never could make a solid argument And maybe you’ll never demand explanation Existence in its simplest form Unquestioned, unquietened
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I was never one for popularity But now I crave for others to see Just what I can do with language. I’m so young But these words on my tongue Shan’t sit still.
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I am not a constant. I cannot conquer time. A baby was born and didn’t like Anything For too long
Except the things that were broken And irreparable. Empathy was her greatest skill.
I put on my headphones and turn up the sound, trying to drown out everything else that exists. The pain in my head, the bed and the sheets on my back, the lack of words for everything. I’ll hear only this, wave upon wave, sheer bliss in the form of a crescendo.
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Teeth pull gently and I am awake Pulled into life for a few brief moments By a mouth that can but whisper
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I’ve had it with these half-arsed kids That turn to over-used metaphor, To tales of drowning, sinking ships. What’s your imagination for If you can’t tell us how you feel and make it interesting? Oh Just go back home and write something That really makes you want to sing
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myverymadexistence-deactivated2 asked: Grasping the knob, she
entered with confidence, but
then became shattered
entered with confidence, but
then became shattered
butterfliesandtombstones:
Writers of Tumblr: Reblog if you are a writer
writersoftumblr:
Aspiring, published, it doesn’t matter.
After discussing the lack of prose writers or our ninja ability to hide behind poetry, with Letters for Burning, I’ve decided to launch this little thing hopping that it will help in someway to gather all the writers on Tumblr.
At this time I would…
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A year of being your go-to girl For an ego boost, Sweet simpering. You made me lose faith in you And now suspicion is a reflex reaction, instinct is hard to shake And I’ve been conditioned not to trust.
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My mouth is a departure lounge. Once you’re there I know you have to leave. My crackling tannoy voice Calls away those waiting To fly. Goodbye-gift of Never ending flavour of absence, After-taste that lingers.
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It hit. Realisation that there was No floor beneath my feet, Roof over my head, Just four small walls.
I can but fly or fall And I am only human
