that radiant vacancy
You can count the lassitudes of kindness, dog bite and nail scratch, the bruises and the blues. Enmity radiates from every corner, fervor in every evil eye. You drift over these usual attempts at good works, understanding the blessings of solitude, empathetic to the urge to murder. My life's work lives only in vitriol, scars, and dust.
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You can count the lassitudes of kindness, dog bite and nail scratch, the bruises and the blues. Enmity radiates from every corner, fervor in every evil eye. You drift over these usual attempts at good works, understanding the blessings of solitude, empathetic to the urge to murder. My life's work lives only in vitriol, scars, and dust.
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klaine:
Best of Me
The air is shredded by a pulse like plasma, a branch of fire settling the complaint of polarization, shaking the heart of heaven. Thunder rumbling through the roof at dawn, the white dog barking half-heartedly at the sky while the yellow dog works at sleeping. The sudden rush of a late-summer storm unsettling all the pillars of the firmament. Starlings burbling from...
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The air is shredded by a pulse like plasma, a branch of fire settling the complaint of polarization, shaking the heart of heaven. Thunder rumbling through the roof at dawn, the white dog barking half-heartedly at the sky while the yellow dog works at sleeping. The sudden rush of a late-summer storm unsettling all the pillars of the firmament. Starlings burbling from...
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the light I leave
Awake in the piercing darkness, dreams slipped and heat drenched, a sudden shiver comes upon me. That moment when the shine of self goes missing, where place and time and identity are shorn from sensation and the everything rushes in at once. That place where confusion is woven into the darkness, and the room seems to be filled with the echos...
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Awake in the piercing darkness, dreams slipped and heat drenched, a sudden shiver comes upon me. That moment when the shine of self goes missing, where place and time and identity are shorn from sensation and the everything rushes in at once. That place where confusion is woven into the darkness, and the room seems to be filled with the echos...
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loss gradient
The clock winds down, but you don't notice. Time drizzles on thick enough to taste until it doesn't, and it ends with a look over the shoulder, a glance into the rearview mirror. The gradient is so slight that mostly no one notices the descent until they bottom, and doom overtakes even the leaving light. Cultures end, punctuated in ellipses and apostrophes, not...
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The clock winds down, but you don't notice. Time drizzles on thick enough to taste until it doesn't, and it ends with a look over the shoulder, a glance into the rearview mirror. The gradient is so slight that mostly no one notices the descent until they bottom, and doom overtakes even the leaving light. Cultures end, punctuated in ellipses and apostrophes, not...
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madison:
Amazing words you have!!!!
p.s.
Thanks so much for checking out My MR The_Noir Part 1 I really appreciate it!!!
p.s.
Thanks so much for checking out My MR The_Noir Part 1 I really appreciate it!!!
full moon at midnight
You think it would mean something, the moon being full, the hour being midnight. You think it would mean something that it is a Friday night, that it was the first of a long stretch of a three day weekend. Full moon at midnight, a beacon to all manner of excess, a search light for all sorts of lonesome. It only...
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You think it would mean something, the moon being full, the hour being midnight. You think it would mean something that it is a Friday night, that it was the first of a long stretch of a three day weekend. Full moon at midnight, a beacon to all manner of excess, a search light for all sorts of lonesome. It only...
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sweet and deep
The weather shifts, and all the colors blend, the blur of the wind, the streaks of white and green and too much blue. The cool air gently blesses burned flesh, leavening the fever with its gentle August kiss. I close my eyes, and feel the heat rise through the tumbling leaves and the hushed sky. So like the certainty of dreaming, so...
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The weather shifts, and all the colors blend, the blur of the wind, the streaks of white and green and too much blue. The cool air gently blesses burned flesh, leavening the fever with its gentle August kiss. I close my eyes, and feel the heat rise through the tumbling leaves and the hushed sky. So like the certainty of dreaming, so...
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empty on the outside
Look to the pieces, and a hand is still a hand, an arm an arm. The list becomes obvious, hair and flesh and blood and bone, all the parts feel as if they are what they seem to be. The lines on my palm, the scars on my knuckles, all the wrinkles and pitted remnants I wear as time pours past....
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Look to the pieces, and a hand is still a hand, an arm an arm. The list becomes obvious, hair and flesh and blood and bone, all the parts feel as if they are what they seem to be. The lines on my palm, the scars on my knuckles, all the wrinkles and pitted remnants I wear as time pours past....
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wynnifred:
do you publish any of your writing? it's good you know 
earthbound
The air loiters, livid with the mysterious fevers that beset the atmosphere from time to time. Thick, humid fingers of suggested hands grope and maul without the least notion of boundary or propriety. What clothing you keep ends up mopping up these seepings, while the hot wind argues nothing less than thunder. The sky is flecked and stippled, these patch work helpings of steam...
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The air loiters, livid with the mysterious fevers that beset the atmosphere from time to time. Thick, humid fingers of suggested hands grope and maul without the least notion of boundary or propriety. What clothing you keep ends up mopping up these seepings, while the hot wind argues nothing less than thunder. The sky is flecked and stippled, these patch work helpings of steam...
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morsel
Night falls fast, even on these last swollen days of August. The whole summer seeming a bite just a little too big, the warm languor spilling from greedy lips. Something too luscious to be savored, and instead is tasted in drips and dollops, lapped up in memory once the meal had gone. The flavors of the season left to be picked from teeth, swallowed...
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Night falls fast, even on these last swollen days of August. The whole summer seeming a bite just a little too big, the warm languor spilling from greedy lips. Something too luscious to be savored, and instead is tasted in drips and dollops, lapped up in memory once the meal had gone. The flavors of the season left to be picked from teeth, swallowed...
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dead letter offers
There have never been prettier eyes to shine so bright just seeing me. There have never been more passionate kisses spent on such a shiftless mouth as mine. The ledger even should you leave me will stay staggeringly in the red, your nearness alone a debt I could never come close to paying. I should have sounded so earnest, so gracious, so...
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There have never been prettier eyes to shine so bright just seeing me. There have never been more passionate kisses spent on such a shiftless mouth as mine. The ledger even should you leave me will stay staggeringly in the red, your nearness alone a debt I could never come close to paying. I should have sounded so earnest, so gracious, so...
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sink or swim
`If only I could find the beauty. If only I was a few steps less lost. There is the clock and there is the calendar. There are the reasons running hot and cold. The knife or the noose, the grip of half a dozen possible poisons, the unshelling of the shotgun shell. It is only a question of a broken sequence. The...
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`If only I could find the beauty. If only I was a few steps less lost. There is the clock and there is the calendar. There are the reasons running hot and cold. The knife or the noose, the grip of half a dozen possible poisons, the unshelling of the shotgun shell. It is only a question of a broken sequence. The...
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Wipe the salt from the table, wipe the smile from your face. It is too easy to think of this as a win. The way the sun struggles with the smeared window, the way everything is seems tainted with smoke or grease. One learns to abide the chaos of a stranger's kitchen, the solace of good coffee and one last smoke. One learns to be...
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