this is
how it
is.
alone
and the
hike
up and
down hills,
mushrooms trampled,
slipping
off
rocks.
that
familar
vortex
my ankle turning
and
the feeling of
being
watched.
i almost surrendered
my body
to a
possesion
but decided
against it.
i apoligized instead.
i'm out of practice,
anyway,
i told her.
i spend too
much time
believing in
what i see,
enjoying the...
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how it
is.
alone
and the
hike
up and
down hills,
mushrooms trampled,
slipping
off
rocks.
that
familar
vortex
my ankle turning
and
the feeling of
being
watched.
i almost surrendered
my body
to a
possesion
but decided
against it.
i apoligized instead.
i'm out of practice,
anyway,
i told her.
i spend too
much time
believing in
what i see,
enjoying the...
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no, no.
that isn't right.
that isn't right.
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viva:
im too gentle for mosh pits i could bruise my lil self.
kisses
kisses
y:
Oh right, I see, the 'I saw Esau' thing? Gotcha.
I didn't think you were attacking me. 'Twas a pleasure to explain that 'language of images' stuff to someone.
I didn't think you were attacking me. 'Twas a pleasure to explain that 'language of images' stuff to someone.
i
peeled off
my skin
now
i am foolish
not even having
the most
basic
of things
through
the aching
i ask for
safety
and
where had it gone
why
i had
given
it
away
(will it
come back?)
peeled off
my skin
now
i am foolish
not even having
the most
basic
of things
through
the aching
i ask for
safety
and
where had it gone
why
i had
given
it
away
(will it
come back?)
though it is hard sometimes, i am very fortunate to be around the innocence of a child all day.
i am
on the edge
but i hear nothing
i wait
my breath
no longer mine
there is light here
no color
i hear the door
being open
by the breeze
i shift
i turn
my life
stopped
i live
for another
my action
is removed
from
my own
i have split
in two
he has brought me back
i remember why
i am
alive.
on the edge
but i hear nothing
i wait
my breath
no longer mine
there is light here
no color
i hear the door
being open
by the breeze
i shift
i turn
my life
stopped
i live
for another
my action
is removed
from
my own
i have split
in two
he has brought me back
i remember why
i am
alive.
catdad:
When you decide that you need to publish your book of poetry, let me know how much it will cost to pre-order. 
huck:
shhhsh...nor do i...but i love the premise of the poem...i think You are a prisoner in a croissant factory and you love it is my favourite line. 
there appears to be a flash of hope at the end of the above poem. i hope so.
there appears to be a flash of hope at the end of the above poem. i hope so.
in the rain
i want to walk
in
until i'm
soaked
until i'm
dripping
wet
i want
the rain
or other
things
because
i can't
have them
and
the longing
continues
i add wood
to that fire
until
my heart
breaks
until i
revisit
that
familiar
longing
for
the
past.
i want to walk
in
until i'm
soaked
until i'm
dripping
wet
i want
the rain
or other
things
because
i can't
have them
and
the longing
continues
i add wood
to that fire
until
my heart
breaks
until i
revisit
that
familiar
longing
for
the
past.
y:
Nah - "pensively sad arsehole who's good at art" - you need the whole thing! It's a package deal
The poem about you getting stabbed. Did that happen?
The poem about you getting stabbed. Did that happen?
1 am.
thanks, viva.
thanks, viva.
misskittenbot:
thankyou how's your son?
y:
All the updates! Who wrote that poem, you? Sexton, maybe?
damn, viva, where did you go? 
?
?was there a question about your life
or your death?
yes.
one hot night
my son and i fell asleep together
we were so close we were sticking.
i decided to get up and take a walk
up the hill
past the cemetary
in the dark.
two men grabbed me from the entrance of the canal walk.
one stabbed me, the other watched.
my spirit...
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or your death?
yes.
one hot night
my son and i fell asleep together
we were so close we were sticking.
i decided to get up and take a walk
up the hill
past the cemetary
in the dark.
two men grabbed me from the entrance of the canal walk.
one stabbed me, the other watched.
my spirit...
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waking up to an empty house. quiet. the air conditioner cranking. 10:16.
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catdad:
Cute hair, although I can see in a couple of the pics what he meant about it looking "choppy". I like it. Good hair for summer, especially. You've got pretty eyes.
billyfivecrows:
Wake up hot
House fans grumble and
Hiss, cat
Scratching
Fleas, 10:25
I'm alive...
(I love the hair!)
House fans grumble and
Hiss, cat
Scratching
Fleas, 10:25
I'm alive...
(I love the hair!)
kisses