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
|My first DLR, I am a parody of masculinity, featured by chromeantennae.|
My third DD, not grief, but something like it was suggested by beeinthebottle and featured by neurotype.
My second DD was plumbum, suggested by laurotica and featured by thorns.
My fourth DLD was I build, suggested by alapip and featured by xlntwtch.
My third DLD was hypergraphia, received October 4th 2011, suggested by Nichrysalis and featured by thetaoofchaos on December 23rd, 2012. It was also my first DD, featured on January 5th 2012 byBeccalicious.
My second DLD was metamorphic rock n' roll, received on July 25th 2011, suggested by TwilightPoetess and featured by bowie-loon123
My first DLD was thryroidal cartilage, received on May 17th 2011, suggested by alapip and featured by thetaoofchaos
Otherit means:Other by consolecadet
when I find & choose a family of friends
it will be more a home to me than you could ever know
I am the machinewir lesen eine ZeitungI am the machine by consolecadet
his brown-painted fingernails like shiny M&Ms
return of jelly donut
a round-faced woman in the 1929 Soviet Union sewing a dozen shirts
splicing a dozen pieces of film
spiraling upwhat I was I don't knowspiraling up by consolecadet
but I am returning
to the lens and tripod,
to the fear
but also the ecstasy,
the joy at simple things
a clarity of thought
acts I was too ill to enjoy the last time around
it is the second day of schoolyou have two new facebook notifications,it is the second day of school by consolecadet
four unopened boxes of herbal tea,
one old injury
okay, like five old injuries
fingernails shiny Gothic jellybeans
some sophomore's bleached hair
I wonder if anyone is getting drunk yet
StaticI no longer have the taste for eroticaStatic by RoyMustangIZLIFE
Or soft-core pornography scripted and told entirely in dialogue by another sixteen-year-old narrator.
I am beyond hope,
Out of the range of cellular phones and wireless internet that falters on The Globe and Mail and fades into one bar with terrible drinks when it really
I am so desperately tired of breathing through my mouth between the crevices of your lips
In an attempt to asphyxiate in the carbon cycle of our mutual air
Or to drown in spit and what could almost be described as
and im tired of capitalizing and punctuating and articulating coherently whydowealwaysleaveaspacebetweenisitsothatwecanstillbelieveinthedeitywecouldbecomeand--
If I could,
I would live inside the couch
And fiddle with a Rubix Cube until
No more fencing lessons that haven't happened yet.
I wouldn't have five months to learn to dance.
There are people who believe in morality.
They are not afraid to be homophobic.
They hate women because
HandsHandsHands by Militant-Poet
The hands are sturdier measures
Than police-batons and shields.
The hands are costlier treasures
Than one-thousand oil-fields.
Hand and hand can come together
And make the peaceful plea;
And hand and hand can rip the tether,
And set a nation free.
Hands that punch or hands that pray
Have their rightful place;
And the hands that join in light of day
Are hands of every race;
And, hand-in-hand, the masses rise
To swat the greedy crown.
In land and land the tyrant sighs,
And prison walls come down.
unfinished2Towers hung above me, filling the sky with dark outlines that swayed back and forth. They breathed moved and mumbled. One of the towers bent down and faced me, walls built with eyes nose and mouth.unfinished2 by KaitForest
"they'd like it if you could speak English," he'd said. "can you speak some English for us, little lady?"
The other towers twisted their heads and mumbled to each other.
"it's alright, speak when you're ready," said another I couldn't see.
"ya menya," I replied.