stubble pricking through my face
I don my trench coat
step out into the fog
to take pictures of suburban lights
what is it like for you
to date a photographer
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return to a stuffy interior. the door closes.to walk in the rainreturn to a stuffy interior. the door closes. by consolecadet
to stand on his own two feet
it was so easy then,
to live outside his body
no pain in his stomach because he had grown accustomed to it
no pain elsewhere because his ligaments were still in one piece
the Monday beforetoday, a moth crawls over the rim of the ceiling lamp and flies into the roomthe Monday before by consolecadet
a beetle circles the bathtub drain cover
I am a supine Jesus on the guest room floor
tomorrow, we peel up flaps
tomorrow, I don't eat breakfast
I don't eat lunch
I don't eat dinner
I don't remember anything
after three weeks,
I rise again
humanlylet me explain:humanly by escap-ing
i am many things half-heartedly, and only one thing certainly: i am human. but nowadays, does that even mean anything? sometimes it means perfect but sometimes it means utterly imperfect. i suppose it just means uncertain.
i read a lot of books to try to figure out how the world works and what it means to be human, but no amount of reading could ever teach me. you learn when you talk to people and see the way they move their hands or the way they shake their heads. you learn from the way they love you or betray you or hurt you or support you and then you learn how the world works, because the world is made up of these people.
i once told myself i was broken-hearted, and i think at one point i was. but now i think it's better to call myself broken-boned, cracked like a fragile eggshell underneath a strong wind. though i think the pull of the earth is enough to break almost anyone.
just keep this in mind: the world's still growing, and so are you.
let me explai
PearlsYou talk in your sleep -Pearls by Scarlettletters
that make it hard
for me to breathe
because your body unhitches
under my touch,
silken and elegant
in ways that
could change my life
and turn my limbs to
You get under my bones -
like the end
of our worlds rubbing shoulders,
clothes sliding lost and
hard into the pillows,
and that gasp
that dresses your hips
in the pale moonlight
shakeing my morning
NudesFrom where I am sitting, I can see the curve in her neck, graceful and delicate. Her hands are placed naturally, yet the sheer size of them is awkward. The hands of the man standing next to her are proportionate; he is disfigured in a different way.Nudes by otherwiseunbroken
I start sketching his legs first. Legs have always come easily because, before I ever knew there were classes where real live people would stand so confidently naked in front of you for an hour while you mapped out the details of their bodies, I sketched my own calves. His are toned, muscular. The rest of his body looks as though it once matched the hard lines of his legs, but had deteriorated over time, making him look soft and fallow. He is holding one hand to her face and there's a certain point where the white space between them closes and he leans in towards her and their bodies meet, jumbled from the ribcage up. His eyes are the only things that move on his body, except for his trembling left hand. I do not draw the left hand; his arm
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on fathers and sons by mreid973
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been doing found poetry, crossing
out words on pages to create something
new, but this one's got an added bonus;
the colors, the doodles on the page,
they all fit with the imagery in the poem
he's uncovered. Gotta love the layers in this.