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desert windthe desert wind always blows West hot air coming in from Arizona Nevada and Utah.desert wind
a charred, empty terracotta basin a parched and ceaseless ring, substitute brown for green.
crumbly asphalt, sulfury streets cracked lips, constipated bowels.
we don't wear sunglasses because we're in Hollywood we wear them because the UV could melt our eyes right out of their sockets.
by ~adjectives
rooted.long-stemmed with white open petals floats precariously stretching towards the sun, the light; aspiring but rooted still.rooted.
by ~adjectives
california iscalifornia is pale turqouise blue faded green palm trees and dollar bills, blanched teeth and gaudy billboards. a constant ebb and flow of traffic, wavescalifornia is
of electricity powering telephones televisions telepromptors, a never-settling sea of tan-skinned impatient people.
i am being pulled by the tide of celerity; uncontrollably swept along with the current.
trapped in a coastal blur,
this is not where i belong. i am a prisoner in someone else's paradise.
by ~adjectives
i'di'd slay dragons, or fire at antagonists take a couple bullets to the chest swallow poison and pills jump in front of a speeding semi; i'd proudly spill my own blood for the endurance of love.i'd
i would nobly fling myself into the arms of death, if
an opportunity would simply present itself.
by ~adjectives
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Heavenly BodiesThe page opens to the bleeding heart pinned against its chest with every light out, and they say no one wants to read a bruise, but here it is, swollen black and blue, listening to the saddest shit it could find like an ice pack.Heavenly Bodies
None of you were there last night, (luckily for you) the hand that grips the heart was the most delicate one around, and look what it’s done: one last pressing for a kiss, in the name of science opens the door that no one holds the key to. She asks if the hypothesis was confirmed and with a “yes” he mak
by ~Blue-Bard
Salt on EverythingTonight the fog settles around our ears and about the air, muffling the lamps floating above their ghostly legs. We ask you to look across the lake from your lookout on the top of nowhere; to see there’s salt on everything: someone is going to bedSalt on Everything
but not before shoveling every grain out of their grave beside the future mine site, and still more are clocking in to shovel the salt into our mouths.
The water is still pliable-- it will give if you set upon it with your black ark; floating above the eyes full of wishing wells. This night we’ll allow
by ~Blue-Bard
Three Equals All-and-MoreI open myself to tell you exactly what I thinkThree Equals All-and-More
need
feel want know
But all that comes out is this, a riddle a mess of crumpled pictures tangled emotions and unclear intentions. My mouth curves like fingers around the words I speak
and suddenly it hits me
How these spangled words mean things I can't ever explain and all the while I'm hoping just hoping that you understand what I don't know how to say.
I still don't understand what happened and it doesn't matter if I never do. Can't we just
by ~noiamnot
I Want To Live Again.I want to live again, redo my choices Never go that night, Never kiss that boy, Never drink that last drink, Never tell them what I felt.I Want To Live Again.
More trouble, more arguments, It’s what my life has become, Fights, arguments, silences Everything else is nothing compared It’s all coming back around again.
I cant breath anymore it’s tightened This chain around my chest, this guilt For what I did, to him, to them, I told him not to believe in me, Wasn’t worth all the trouble I have caused.
Back to the way things were, When no-one knew, and
by ~irishhellgirl
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- Current Residence: los angeles, california
- Interests: reading, writing, piano
- Favourite movie: amélie, il postino, king of hearts, cyrano de bergerac, pride and prejudice
- Favourite band or musician: iron & wine, jose gonzalez, louis armstrong, bob dylan, debussy, chopin, yann tiersen
- Favourite genre of music: folk, jazz, and rock n roll
- Favourite poet or writer: shakespeare, ee cummings, sylvia plath, pablo neruda
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