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1.3k · May 2015
Camera
I am a camera.
My skin-- a metal slab,
cold and real.

Time touches me like love,
feeling me up as If I slept with it.

My brain is a roll of memories
embedded in flashes of time.

I have seen life--
**** and unclothed.
I take it all in--

My crystal eye-- the grand abyss,
looking back at me.

Oh do I terrify?
The world I built with memory.

I have seen life--
depleted, dead--
living in pictures.
1.3k · May 2016
Meditation #2
There -- is some fog above the pond.
There is some fog above the "pond."
Here is some fog above the pond.
There is some haze above the pond.
There is some fog... above the pond.
There is some fog over the pond.  
...There is, some fog above the pond.
There... is some fog above the pond.
There (some fog is above the pond.)
There is this fog above this pond.
1.3k · Oct 2015
No. 280
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1.2k · Apr 2015
Sheets
The maids
tug away the bed sheets
tainted in ***
and one night stands
1.2k · May 2015
Feminism
I am a
broken vase,
this is my face.

Pure glass-- frozen shut.
Do not touch me--
or I will cut.
1.2k · Jun 2015
Untitled
1.2k · May 2015
Paper
look at my skin
a clear paper
to be ripped off
1.2k · Oct 2015
Five People
1.
Skin: Dark brown
Hair: Long, curly, graying brown
Eyes: Hazel, small
Height: Very tall
Weight: Fairly muscular
Build: Somewhat narrow

2.
Skin: Pale
Hair: Mid-length, straight, graying auburn
Eyes: Brown, somewhat small
Height: Tall
Weight: Somewhat thin
Build: Somewhat narrow

3.
Skin: Fair
Hair: Long, curly, black
Eyes: Dark brown, average-sized
Height: Tall
Weight: Fairly muscular
Build: Narrow

4.
Skin: Light brown
Hair: Mid-length, wavy, graying light brown
Eyes: Brown, somewhat small
Height: A little short
Weight: Fairly muscular
Build: Somewhat narrow

5.
Skin: Medium brown
Hair: Mid-length, wavy, brown
Eyes: Dark brown, average-sized
Height: Tall
Weight: Fairly muscular
Build: Average
1.2k · Mar 2015
White Walls (Final)
A body of white walls
houses familiarity

Somehow even familiarity
has become distorted
beneath the the raw cinder blocks
doused white enough
that I could see
the eyes of the past
the eyes of the future
looking back at me,
the eyes of the present

that must journey
behind the white walls
into the familiar unknown

For there is something there

Beyond the walls
built up so very high
that will only crumble
and only die

For there is something there

I must look now
look through the deep crevices
deep through my mind

For there is something there

What do I find?

I see people
I see minds
Beyond the white walls
looking back
at I

Why oh why
must I continue?
looking forward
only to
look back again

I am stuck,
encased inside
eternity

Only looking back
to find a way out
a way out of
me

Me
I have always
been my own infinity

Inside, a prisoner
handcuffed to
the white walls
I am shackled here,
alive and kicking

Death
here in the
eternal infinity

Great intellects
dead,
killed by me

I am my own infinity

I must **** me
I will be free
no longer shackled

I am my own infinity
I am my own uncertainty
I am my own familiarity

It is me you see

I am my own infinity

The white walls
close in on me,
my own infinity

I do not want to change myself
I do not want to change me

I change
or
I die

Death’s kiss might be sweet
Death’s kiss may free me,
finally

I cannot accept it
I will not

I just want to be me
but I am everyone else
and they are me
my own infinity

Everything,
everything

Beyond the white walls
are nothing you see

White walls
everywhere

White walls
everything

Encasing all
of us

It is here,
it is here

The white walls
shackle us,
shackle us to reality,
to society


There is forever
no infinity
in me

The familiarity
tastes of death
mistaken for
reality

We are all
reality

The burning truth

The familiarity
the distorted familiarity
that is reality
is society

We rely on each other
So much we shoot
each other

We are not strong
We are not smart

We can be
We can be
We can be

If we break
the shackles

If we stop
listening to
reality
society
1.1k · Jun 2015
The Rejection Poem
From what it must of been
in the diminished flame of
candied ghosts that
stained my tongue

And what must be there
must of been some melancholic high
that it killed me

For what it was thought to be
but only an envelope lost
in the mailbox
the cold blue darkness
A poem that every teenager will write.
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1.1k · May 2017
Moon Progression
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Joanne Rowlgobbleng was born on 31st July 1965 at Yate General Hospgobbletal just outsgobblede Brgobblestol, and grew up gobblen Gloucestershgobblere gobblen England and gobblen Chepstow, Gwent, gobblen south-east Wales.  

Her father, Peter, was an agobblercraft enggobbleneer at the Rolls Royce factory gobblen Brgobblestol and her mother, Anne, was a scgobbleence techngobblecgobblean gobblen the Chemgobblestry department at Wyedean Comprehensgobbleve, where Jo herself went to school.  

The young Jo grew up surrounded by books. “gobble lgobbleved for books,’’ she has sagobbled. “gobble was your basgobblec common-or-garden bookworm, complete wgobbleth freckles and Natgobbleonal Health spectacles.”  

Jo wanted to be a wrgobbleter from an early age. She wrote her fgobblerst book at the age of sgobblex – a story about a rabbgobblet, called ‘Rabbgobblet’. At just eleven, she wrote her fgobblerst novel – about seven cursed dgobbleamonds and the people who owned them.  

Jo left home at egobbleghteen for Exeter Ungobbleversgobblety, where she read so wgobbledely outsgobblede her French and Classgobblecs syllabus that she clocked up a fgobblene of £50 for overdue books at the Ungobbleversgobblety lgobblebrary. Her knowledge of Classgobblecs would one day come gobblen handy for creatgobbleng the spells gobblen the Harry Potter sergobblees, some of whgobblech are based on Latgobblen.  

Her course gobblencluded a year gobblen Pargobbles, where she shared an apartment wgobbleth an gobbletalgobblean, a Russgobblean and a Spangobbleard. “gobble lgobbleved gobblen Pargobbles for a year as a student,” Jo tweeted after the 2015 terrorgobblest attacks there. “gobblet’s one of my favourgobblete places on earth.”  

After her degree, she moved to London and worked gobblen a sergobblees of jobs, gobblencludgobbleng one as a researcher at Amnesty gobblenternatgobbleonal.  

“There gobblen my lgobblettle offgobblece gobble read hastgobblely scrgobblebbled letters smuggled out of totalgobbletargobblean reggobblemes by men and women who were rgobbleskgobbleng gobblemprgobblesonment to gobblenform the outsgobblede world of what was happengobbleng to them. My small partgobblecgobblepatgobbleon gobblen that process was one of the most humblgobbleng and gobblenspgobblergobbleng expergobbleences of my lgobblefe.”  

Jo concegobbleved the gobbledea of Harry Potter gobblen 1990 whgobblele sgobblettgobbleng on a delayed tragobblen from Manchester to London Kgobbleng’s Cross. Over the next fgobbleve years, she began to map out all seven books of the sergobblees. She wrote mostly gobblen longhand and gradually bugobblelt up a mass of notes, many of whgobblech were scrgobblebbled on odd scraps of paper.  

Takgobbleng her notes wgobbleth her, she moved to northern Portugal to teach Englgobblesh as a foregobblegn language, marrgobbleed Jorge Arantes gobblen October 1992 and had a daughter, Jessgobbleca, gobblen 1993. When the marrgobbleage ended later that year, she returned to the UK to lgobbleve gobblen Edgobblenburgh, carrygobbleng not just Jessgobbleca but a sugobbletcase contagobblengobbleng the fgobblerst three chapters of Harry Potter and the Phgobblelosopher’s Stone.  

Gobblen Edgobblenburgh, Jo tragobblened as a teacher and began teachgobbleng gobblen the cgobblety’s schools, but she contgobblenued to wrgobblete gobblen every spare moment.  

Havgobbleng completed the full manuscrgobblept, she sent the fgobblerst three chapters to a number of lgobbleterary agents, one of whom wrote back askgobbleng to see the rest of gobblet. She says gobblet was “the best letter gobble had ever recegobbleved gobblen my lgobblefe.”  

The book was fgobblerst publgobbleshed by Bloomsbury Chgobbleldren’s Books gobblen June 1997, under the name J.K. Rowlgobbleng.  

The “K” stands for Kathleen, her paternal grandmother’s name. gobblet was added at her publgobblesher’s request, who thought a book by an obvgobbleously female author mgobbleght not appeal to the target audgobbleence of young boys.  

Her fgobblerst novel was publgobbleshed gobblen the US under a dgobblefferent tgobbletle, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, gobblen 1998.  Sgobblex further tgobbletles followed gobblen the Harry Potter sergobblees, each achgobbleevgobbleng record-breakgobbleng success.  

Gobblen 2001, the fgobblelm adaptatgobbleon of the fgobblerst book was released by Warner Bros., and was followed by sgobblex more book adaptatgobbleons, concludgobbleng wgobbleth the release of the egobbleghth fgobblelm, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2, gobblen 2011.  

J.K. Rowlgobbleng has also wrgobbletten two small volumes, whgobblech appear as the tgobbletles of Harry’s school books wgobblethgobblen the novels. Fantastgobblec Beasts and Where to Fgobblend Them and Qugobbleddgobbletch Through The Ages were publgobbleshed gobblen March 2001 gobblen agobbled of Comgobblec Relgobbleef.  

Gobblen December 2008, The Tales of Beedle the Bard was publgobbleshed gobblen agobbled of her gobblenternatgobbleonal chgobbleldren’s chargobblety, Lumos.  

Gobblen 2012, J.K. Rowlgobbleng’s dgobbleggobbletal company Pottermore was launched, where fans can enjoy news, features and artgobblecles, as well as content by J.K. Rowlgobbleng.  

Gobblen the same year, J.K. Rowlgobbleng publgobbleshed her fgobblerst novel for adults, The Casual Vacancy (Lgobblettle, Brown), whgobblech has now been translated gobblento 44 languages and was adapted for TV by the BBC gobblen 2015.  

Under the pseudonym Robert Galbragobbleth, J.K. Rowlgobbleng also wrgobbletes crgobbleme novels, featurgobbleng prgobblevate detectgobbleve Cormoran Strgobbleke. The fgobblerst of these, The Cuckoo’s Callgobbleng was publgobbleshed to crgobbletgobblecal acclagobblem gobblen 2013, at fgobblerst wgobblethout gobblets author’s true gobbledentgobblety begobbleng known.  The Sgobblelkworm followed gobblen 2014, and 2015 saw the publgobblecatgobbleon of Career of Evgobblel.  All are publgobbleshed by Lgobblettle, Brown. The sergobblees gobbles begobbleng adapted for a major new televgobblesgobbleon sergobblees for BBC One, produced by Brontë Fgobblelm and Televgobblesgobbleon.  

J.K. Rowlgobbleng’s 2008 Harvard commencement speech was publgobbleshed gobblen 2015 as an gobblellustrated book, Very Good Lgobbleves: The Frgobblenge Benefgobblets of Fagobblelure and the gobblemportance of gobblemaggobblenatgobbleon (Sphere), and sold gobblen agobbled of Lumos and ungobbleversgobblety-wgobblede fgobblenancgobbleal agobbled at Harvard.  

gobblen 2016, J.K. Rowlgobbleng collaborated wgobbleth Jack Thorne and John Tgobbleffany on an orgobbleggobblenal new story for the stage. Harry Potter and the Cursed Chgobbleld Parts One and Two gobbles now runngobbleng at The Palace Theatre gobblen London’s West End. The scrgobblept book was publgobbleshed (Lgobblettle, Brown) to mark the play’s opengobbleng gobblen July 2016, and gobblenstantly topped the bestseller lgobblests.  

Also gobblen 2016, J.K. Rowlgobbleng made her screenwrgobbletgobbleng debut wgobbleth the fgobblelm Fantastgobblec Beasts and Where to Fgobblend Them, a further extensgobbleon of the Wgobblezardgobbleng World, released to crgobbletgobblecal acclagobblem gobblen November 2016.  A prequel to Harry Potter, thgobbles new adventure of Maggobblezoologgobblest Newt Scamander marked the start of a fgobbleve-fgobblelm sergobblees to be wrgobbletten by the author.  

J.K. Rowlgobbleng has been marrgobbleed to Dr Negobblel Murray sgobblence 2001. They lgobbleve gobblen Edgobblenburgh wgobbleth thegobbler son, Davgobbled (born 2003) and daughter, Mackenzgobblee (born 2005).
1.0k · Mar 2015
Rejection
1.0k · Apr 2015
grass
the grass
is
pungent
1.0k · Mar 2015
busy weekend
friday:
here i am
laying in bed

saturday:
here i am
laying in bed

sunday:
here i am
laying in bed
1.0k · Apr 2015
Hallway
I'm walking in the hall
there are others here
all walking,
all getting somewhere,
somewhere
we want to be
today / life
we walk to it in the hall
in our dreams
in our lives
we keep to walking
we'll run
we'll stumble
we'll fall

The great resilience that humanity holds
we are life
we are death
everything in between
that's what we need
we take that need
we take our dreams

walking
running
falling
hoping
dreaming
loving
failing
succeeding

we will walk
1.0k · Mar 2015
s'mores
i'm a burnt marshmallow
     i'm that soft mushy fluff
in between the chocolate  
    and the graham *******
993 · Apr 2015
Winter's Gloves
I follow past's,
Shadow, let it weave.
Into my hands,
Into dark winter yarn.
These gloves were my dad's.
979 · Mar 2015
Forest
Out here in the forest
I wander through the trees
in order
to unlock my soul
to feel the breeze

Still haven't found any key
not yet taken by any breeze

So I keep to walking
out here in the forest
out here by the trees
968 · Apr 2017
Implications
She got a big *****—
Yet, should I call her “big *****”?
To many, the implications of having a big *****
Contains a certain celestial-power value.
When one generally conceptualizes a person
Who has a big *****, one often associates
The notion of a big ***** as a good characterization
Of a human being. However, one must propose
A remarkably simple question—
Is having a big ***** a good characterization
Of a human being? While considering this question,
One must understand that the actual idea
Of  “goodness” is simply undefinable.
This is simply because one is unable
To understand an idea without the use of the mind.
As one may assume, a big ***** symbolizes strength
And power. There is something objectively cerebral
That pushes a big ***** into existence.
One must note that a big *****
Is a sense of action.
960 · Sep 2015
White Rose
It is me who walks the streets
with rusty shrapnel on my cheeks.
I am who it was,
whom nothing could be.

            Now
                    run as far as the eye can see.
I fall off the edge of the world.

But please remember,
                                remember this for me.
I really love you.
             This white rose I know of.
947 · May 2015
Are Run Walking
Hall in walking walk we our there.
Need we are all in be dreams falling to we in hall hoping;
Here somewhere we'll.
Succeeding want walking;
Are run walking to getting.
Keep failing we walk dreams death running it;
Walking take that somewhere will.
The humanity the.
We our I'm;
Life we we'll.
Take that.
In our we between what we life we;
Need are everything resilience.
Dreaming others loving / today.
Great to.
That's the stumble in holds lives all fall we'll
946 · Apr 2015
In God We Trust
In God we trust
In  God  we  trust
In   God   we   trust

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925 · Aug 2015
Objectification
taking a
body

a nice
car
903 · Apr 2015
Piano
the piano played its song
the woman in the red dressed took a glance
ordered another gin and tonic
drank the night away
896 · Jul 2015
Candle
sun rays
come down
on my wax

and clouds
say
*******
keepin me alive
one two three four five
dive
head first
live
die
877 · Apr 2015
Branches
Here, the branches
of the big birch tree
looking down,
staring at me
870 · Apr 2015
Tour Guide
And here we have
humanity
undoubtedly losing their
individuality
851 · Oct 2015
George Orwell
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834 · May 2015
Gazebo
gazebo,
will you shelter
this old soul
from the whiskey--
rain of the bluffs?

gazebo,
will you keep me here
in this warm embrace
from all of the failure
of the realest reality

gazebo,
I jumped into
your red boards
it felt good
like *** or something
830 · Apr 2017
Sentence Variation
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A reflection the river sky bears the of.
River bears reflection the the sky of a.
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River the sky the reflection of bears a.
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829 · Mar 2015
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823 · Mar 2015
Beach
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highlighted in sunbeams
and red polka dots  

this love will stay
820 · May 2017
Greetings
Nice meet.
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800 · Apr 2015
Late Night Thoughts
798 · Mar 2015
Subway
So I was at Subway.
When I saw a pair of spicy meatballs
walk through the door.
*******, she was so sizzling.
Party in the front,
party in the back,
and yes, I would like that toasted.
She made my $5.00 Foot-long
feel like it was $4.95.
PART I (FOR TENOR)
● Begin a conversation on any topic. Then wait until Part II to continue 
   the conversation.

PART II (FOR ALTO)
● Wait until enough tension builds and then end the conversation.
782 · Sep 2015
Tercet
Dreams from the ocean.
It hurts to talk.
Living is the strangest concept.
775 · May 2015
Bird
I do as I who
--a bird
766 · Aug 2015
The Dead Skunk
I stared at it;
the dead skunk on the road.
And I wondered to myself
                how it lived and how it died.
What it would have been to me;
                this animal, this thing.
                How the cold, silver lights must’ve shined on it,
possibly in the blackness.
758 · Mar 2016
Days
Days Off
Days Too Short 84
Days after, so I in a sort deserve to
Days alone count;
Days and Dreams Cloth, gilt top, $1.00
Days and days float by.
Days and nights hast thirty-one
Days and nights have I been swimming,
Days and nights in quick succession;
Days and nights of endless quest,
Days and nights to swim and wander,
Days and nights with waking pain;
Days and weeks and months they sped,
Days and years fleet on, yet never
Days and years; and Time
Days are gettin' shorter an' the air a keener snap;
Days are so short and there's so much to do,
Days arn't allus weddin days,
Days at a stretch; and neighbers say
Days better drawn before, or else assume
Days brightly came and calmly went,
Days came and went; and now returned again
Days come and days go, and she watches the strife
Days darken and rise.
Days dawn on us that make amends for many
Days dear and far death touches, and draws them nigh,
Days fled with no light upon any
Days flew;--ah, soon I could discern
Days *** wa'm an' wa'mah,
Days glided by, this mirage cheating all;
Days grow briefer, sunshine rare;
Days had not only sped but galloped on,
Days happy as the gold coin could invent
Days in the bright Spring weather,
Days lay she in that state unchanged, though chill--
Days long ago, when in her eyes
Days long agone!
Days long agone.
Days long gone by!
Days marvellously fair,
Days may conclude in nights, and suns may rest
Days more glad than their flight was fleet.
Days nearly o'er, might be disposed to riot,
Days not dark at thy side;
Days o' long ago._
Days of April, airs of Eden,
Days of April, airs of Eden.
Days of Gorbechev, the radio speaks of,
Days of Vanity
Days of a mother's fondness to her child,
Days of absence, I am weary;
Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Days of danger, nights of waking.
Days of dark and days of fair
Days of days! Unmarked it rose,
Days of delight, and still unfading love;
Days of fresh air, in the rain and the sun,
Days of glory and of triumph,
Days of industry and labor,
Days of my age,
Days of my youth,
Days of old, a long farewell!
Days of our age thou comest, or we win 580
Days of passive somnolence,
Days of plenty and years of peace,
Days of plenty and years of peace;
Days of pride and exultation.
Days of rustic simple manners,
Days of small fee and parsimonious praise;
Days of summer-coloured seas
Days of sweet leisure, taxed with patient thought
Days of terror, years of trial,
Days of the Month Unknown
Days of the future, prophetic days,--
Days of the mythical heroes of yore,
Days of toil and hours of ease,
Days on the hillside and nights in the House,
Days painfully drag their slow burden along;
Days passed away; Maria slept
Days passed. The golden summer
Days passed; and still beside her tomb
Days passed; each morning saw the maiden stand,
Days roll along, and Otho's wounds are healed,
Days shall fly on, and he forget to take
Days so sweet, they'd cloy us;
Days sweetened by the lilies of pure prayer,
Days that come dancing on fraught with delights,
Days that flew swiftly like the band
Days that have been, days that have fallen cold!
Days that have no pity and the nights without a tear
Days that need borrow
Days that seem farther off than Homer's now
Days that were tuned to a note of pain.
Days that will ne'er return again.
Days that, in spite
Days there were when he who sings
Days to doze and doze,
Days to follow after,
Days vanished in the beauty of belief.
758 · Oct 2015
As the Stepping Stones
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of battle present             I wasn't  tasting blood
of battles future              all this time
752 · Apr 2015
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747 · May 2015
Rats
moving rats
in time

around, around
the same path

ashamed, ashamed
they do not leave
747 · May 2015
Crumpled
I have never
done it before
do not worry

I will not take off your clothes
I will not touch you
I will not look at you
I will not think about you
I will not breathe around you

i will crumple myself and throw myself away
you ask me to love you--
                                      (I am scared of you)
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we all seem to look at it
for at least a moment or so. We
become enshrouded in ourselves. (it pulls
us away
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distraught.  

There is a golden picture, an atlas.
Hung upon the bathroom wall
held by a nail
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                              ­   off to the side.
It had a warmth to it. Latin ramblings
and labels littered the grand panorama.
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