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ella-1
Finnish i started writing poetry because i was bored in class and could think of nothing more to doodle.
amusing doodle, amusing wrist flick heads talk, seas sink, crowds chant, lights click i'm walled in, far, tense, callous, sick.
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May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 1:45 PM UTC
days in class
i paint the blank about as well as any gilded painter of the renaissance from the foreing stretches of my heart i sculpt it: dready monologue, self portrait my one work of art of fear and sandstone, membrane, chills i fear it gives me comfort; as i know it, comfort kills.
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May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 1:41 PM UTC
the blank
ducks dive into darkness i'm abandoned, boring, bench-bound creaking knee sullen hands that tear apart my sullen bread cedar trees mean nothing with their whispers. they're mere trifles; chill leftover secrets. understandably i don't unwind. i did not. life coils, in this moment i did not. imagining tomorrow beneath those pitch black mirror-lakes my skin a swan eyes shut. (goodnight.)
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May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 3:32 PM UTC
by the pond
the sill is cold as is the morning. i billow in a distant wind. i will paint the picture for you: i am old, a drone, a drag, bruised calf, bent back mind regret-clad witt my head an almanac heavier than iron, still, frozen on the windowsill. far beneath me, concrete sleeps. uninterrupted, ageless, gray i fear to wake it, how it rests quiet, still, so still, so still.
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Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 12:56 PM UTC
the crane, 1
never mind religion strip off those black clothes and dive! all the way to arms of angels at the bottom of the ocean. liberation, did you say? those fairytales are over.
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Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 12:20 PM UTC
oh, my goth
i don't want your words that stick like tar on the tips of my fingers. they won't leave me i don't want your thousand voices, no all i want is silence. towers overbear me and for a moment i am thinking if i ran faster, faster...
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Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 12:19 PM UTC
neil
air has never smelled this way today it feels like i can breathe tiptoeing on hot tarmac i am nothing but my sunburnt skin and bones but take me.
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Aug 2, 2011
Aug 2, 2011 at 3:55 PM UTC
the summer