Value...So, because I do love all my friends, I am heartbroken over the actions one has taken recently. Her choice will probably leave her somewhat scarred.... and she already has so many. I cannot save anybody, this I know and have known for some time now.... I am just deeply saddened over her choice. She was worth more than what she sold herself for.
~Psytatious
IrresistableNewest
Never Easythere is not worth in easy no envy in a short walk, or downhill roll after. shoot for the uphill with snow underfoot, or in sun and sand. beg for the blistering red to glow again across shoulders while you navigate the dunes.Never Easy
peel back the layers of irradiated skin, let the newest wound drain onto the
pan overflowing from the last adventure into things we worked for. we’ll burn at both ends and not be slow, wicked.
once we learn to stand again, count the scars left on the spine like storybooks.
magnets aligned and pulled us fourth
by ~Psytatious
9 FracturesI keep the music loud in this space to9 Fractures
be white noise in my ears instead of you and your drumming. Some rhythms aren’t for me to dance with. You are the art of seduction, the candles lit in the chandelier. It’s perfect you’re perfect. Am I? Only human after all.
This is the division point, where we see how many more times I can be shoved into you by hands and feet. Where lines blur and rotate,
no more symmetry; all the pushing and pulling apart has become an issue.
There is no yesterday to
try again here; no eraser
by ~Psytatious
Your Girl in a Purple DressShe’s on his arm, finally. Cowardice aside, he finally asked and received some grace and serenity from her existence.Your Girl in a Purple Dress
They share a space, and he is unsafe; riding this trail into an unknown.
She’s your girl in a purple dress that makes no sense in any way that resembles something seen before. She’s trance inducing; like a car crash or Broadway show.
Friend, remember she’s not only yours but also mine and the worlds.
Hold her up; don’t trip and fall or drip the liquidity of this onto the carpet.
Bring her h
by ~Psytatious
What is MineThose lips are mine to kiss like the arms are my blankets his chest my bed of roses and daisies where I’m wrapt up like a memory, tied with a bowWhat is Mine
or handcuffs to a bed frame.
If we had the time I’d see all the soft spaces; the mirror shards, you’re
my silk sack of broken glass.
The elemental man of water you become and destroy; dangerous in your depth to swallow me whole. My wind carries the passions to land, taking over the earth in a thought or glance, we are forces together, unstoppable and grand.
If we are joine
by ~Psytatious
Random Favourites
Rondel, Rondel Prime* A note: In my studies of these forms (Rondeau, Rondel, Rondelet, Roundel, Rondine, etc) it becomes increasingly clear that there is little accurate information. To the best of my knowledge, this is accurate although I had to wade through acres of mislabeled works and forms to accumulate this much. Keep in mind that most definitions of these forms are rather broad and ambiguous due to the fact most people think the forms are all interchangeable or there is only one or two forms for all these different names. The truth, as I have discovered it, is rather drastically different.Rondel, Rondel Prime
Rondel:
&
by ~poetic-forms
Of Birds, Horses and MenI want to nest I want to fill your eggs I want to fly into the north when its cold I want to hunt I want to be hunted I want to be part of that triangle in the skyOf Birds, Horses and Men
I am not a bird But at least Im not a man
I want to dig into the mother earth I want to wrap myself in rotten leaves I want see the mud fight itself under my fingernails I want run under falling autumn leaves I want to dig I want to bury I want to live I want to marry
Even though I am an animal At least Im not a man Even though you can fly You are not the birds At le
by ~ThePaintingsOfNyx
confectioners sugarHe traced her lips with his fingers and whispered he loved her She felt weightless As if she was floating on a cloud She was in heaven He was her god She was his goddess They were meant to be Meant to spend the rest of their lives with each other Her fingertips graced his cheeks and slowly made their way to his hair They were both imperfect to the world but perfect to each other They were works of art Each curve, each bump, each flaw, made them masterpieces, pure perfection Every touch, every kiss made ther hearts flutter as if they were butterflies trying to escape fromconfectioners sugar
by ~chainedfreebird
Making a HumanShe was talking again, talking. The words just lolled off of her tongue like a still born infant out of the womb, all pretentious and gory- like what someone might write a song after or tattoo on their arm to appear to be- to be. To snag someone’s attention. “See how much I want you to look me in the eyes. Please, look me in the eyes.”Making a Human
Sweat and sweet tears mingled but what can a person with no tongue add? Cliche’s ; there were too many. Smiles blew a hole through the atmosphere- you can see sun particles leaking in. Burn your retinas.
But the ferocity of t
by ~gaycommunist
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- Current Residence: In a dorm room near you
- Interests: Horses, People, Poetry
- Favourite movie: Silence of the Lambs
- Favourite band or musician: RHCP
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, Country
- Favourite poet or writer: Rachel McKibbens, Marty McConnell, Alix Olsen, Taylor Mali
- Favourite photographer: Britts.
- Operating System: OSX Tiger, bitches.
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Shell of choice: Sand Dollars
- Skin of choice: My own, thank you.
- Personal Quote: This life is more than just a read-through.
- Tools of the Trade: Good people who have terrible luck and make it anyway.
- Email: apike@wou.edu
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- MSN: rantnrave70@hotmail.com
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It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
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"If you're not confused, you're misinformed." - Tom Clancy
The Trouble with a Love Poem
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