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"torrenting" poems
Remember the days when our shoes were stolen by the earth.   And false Truths could only be read    On purple stained Popsicle sticks. When we were willingly kidnapped by the antihero's of our Fantasy.    And Stockholm Syndrome devoured us whole. When false prophets graffitied their wisdom onto bathroom stalls.    While we washed our religions down the sink.    And our purpose along with it. When the letters of every books pages flowed into us    Like a torrenting river we struggled to make sense of    But reinvented us all the same. When we didn't believe a friends last words     Could be spoken through a mouth in the neck.     And the whisper we'd hear would fall victim to our failing memories. When we met the loves our lives everyday of the passing decade.     How our hearts shattered into countless parts.     Yet we loved through the pieces of it all the same. Perhaps these recollections have faded. Perhaps they still reside here. Or are mixed in with catalogs of fiction, So that we can learn to make sense of all these things.
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC
Torrent
I know the price that I play with everyday gambling my life my mind with a toss of the dice torrenting a storm of knowledge from the well of the secrets of life trying to find the code to let me be free its millions of exabytes of incomputable ******** that clogs the systems of life and yet it brings me no closer to understanding her I may find the meaning of life and the universe but that is not what I want I want to understand you Us if there could be an us But I know the price that I play with everyday gambling my life my mind with a toss of the dice I play with dice made of bones from the old gods carved by my mind and soul as I slayed them with a blade made from my heart stronger than diamond sharper than any steel more powerful than black holes brighter than the core of the stars in the skies I was here when the universe was created and I will be here when the universe ends with a whisper and maybe then I will get my answer...
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Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 11:24 PM UTC
Answer
Rains falls hard against the sheets of woven tile roofs, torrenting down off their sides and flooding the narrows in between the houses. Two new lovers splash up a good deal of water, running gaily into and out of sight, a shrill shriek of excitement and a deep laugh still echoing against the gray-blue bricks, lit gold-green in places by hanging lamps on wires, higher up, above the thin, many windowed walls. White purple flash. Crack of lightning. Thunder rattles the sobbing windowpane. A baby upstairs cries out and is soon soothed. I think only of dinner and of you. I will eat bulb-onion soup, with freshly picked mint. And I will consume you, raw.
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Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
sur dangeroux
Tiny, does the sun go Followed by the snow down Ever as a shower in steam Shallow, goes the systems Out like a fire, rising Sparks and they spread throughout the brain Mythic, misting asteroids are crashing on the brakes Swerving and you’re missing but you’re christ-like all the same Glyphs are losing meaning on displays of melted grass Gasses matronize a pattern, tanning on the mass Squirming, does the chimp go Crashing through the planet Taking selfies with the blood and its core Comment on my face See, stressing for this weekend Acting like you’ve been to space at all before I would be an astronaut but who would beam me back As it’s clearly known that Texas ain’t now on the map Piling into a void, a horror seldom met Practicing a breathing technique as it’s time for bed Forward can we all go Float and look away from The past as none can spin themselves awise Sky’s black in eye And masking in between A passing glance of our in-passing souls demise Mourning what’s a bed of little matter accidents Morning corks the breath in which we sigh its savageness Storming takes the moon across our bodies limp orbit Torrenting that morbid, now red heavenly orphan The tears look dried We exercise Our broken, fated pioneer This sense, this blear We’ll all ascend In death us surely owed a new frontier
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Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
New Frontier