February 2012
7 tags
inkedribs:
Some days begin worse than others. You wake up with your fingernails digging into your arms and you see four half-moons on your wrist and your brain would be a nicer place if your subconscious didn’t turn mutinous at night. Your skin is pink in semi-circles, but really there’s no harm done.
Other days begin differently. You’ve bitten your lip in your sleep and you have two grooves...
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This is why I can't have nice things.
jscottgrand:
I obliterate the years and miles between us like so many shots of whiskey until the voice I hear in my head like a nursery laugh spoiled by cigarettes is reduced to hot breath that smells faintly of cock and salted tears rolling down my back as I bare my teeth and press an eager mouth to your cunt because on nights like this the possibility of you is simply more than I can bear.
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"She Does Shit All"
you-make-me-shatter:
In the late twilight words fly like bullets lodging themselves into wounds unhealed.
From the last struggle, my wounds still smart. Wincing inside, I smile. My adversary is none the wiser.
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Wheelspinnin'
loqui:
It seems The more I say The deeper I slip
The more I try To explain The less I grip
I’m the spokes person With my spokes spinning
I foot down pedal screech And hear my ears ringing
I’m showing just how The knife goes in, comes out
And all the while You watch me trying
I’m spinning the wheel Yet never ending On an explanation
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griev:
Hope liked granting wishes. She loved helping people in any way possible. She saw the good in people and believed that they deserve happiness. Maybe she was genuinely caring or maybe she just did it for herself. No one ever knew and probably never will. No one could see or hear her but they felt her. Even so, she existed.
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Diamond
mustangkate:
When I break your heart, not only will you feel it, but I’ll mean it. I won’t set out to destroy you, but there will come a point, early on, when I’ve decided that your demise is my only way out. I’ll set your heart on the curb, cleft to the pointed edge, and stomp for all I’m worth. Because you feel the pain. And I can’t feel shit. I want to, but I just don’t. I wish you...
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Proof of a Pen: The Weeping Willows →
Staff Note: I like the language, and how it flows. Interesting images.
willfulevolution:
She sat in the grass next to the river, her fingers gently skipping across the surface of the water while it meandered through the city of glass. The sun reflected off the glass buildings and into her eyes, while the tips of her fingers tingled, almost numb, from the chill of the water. Across the stream...
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Displaced.
Nominated by travestyintechnicolour.
iwilltakethesuninmymouth:
I write about the kids who are overlooked. Tell me what you think.
If you’ve never stood in front of a mirror and hated who you are, then you won’t understand. If you’ve never turned sideways and cupped your breasts in an attempt to push them flat, have seen the gap between your legs as incomplete, then you will never begin to know...
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A Dull Throbbing.
thewritersaddress:
Poignant composition reigns from your fingertips, harkening the imperative call of your desire- The atmosphere is thunderous in my ears my eyes bleed from their torment, but I remain unaffected- They become...
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Kat's Kradle: He kept me in a jar on a high shelf... →
Staff note: Got to me.
katskradlexx:
He kept me in a jar on a high shelf to collect dust and get bleached colorless by the sun’s rays. Or, that’s how it ended up. At first he took me out to look at me every day. He asked me to dance and I did and I kissed his fingertips and he smiled and he promised to see me again tomorrow. But as time passed, he forgot about me and I was just a part of his...
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A heart leaving ohio at 70 mph...
lifeencoded:
single married other life death all these concepts combine into word problems meant to be cogitated
agitated in a personal centrifuge with the arithmetic of the heart not an analytical mind the trouble is that is that I...
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awaitingthebreakofthesun:
My body is a night sky to trace in cloaked fingertips and to encase in a glass jar, humming with pinned fireflies.
Please, set me free.
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thinggone:
I would rather slice open my stomach and smother this page with entrails than write in flowering poetry and metaphorical verse any longer.
But honesty is boring like being average is boring.
So I’ll continue to steal phrases from broken molars, lost on meaning. Ink leaking from my pores, adverbs dripping from my eyelids.
I’ll drown in here. Dissolving eventually to only a puddle of...
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HEARTBREAKER
californoir:
The day after Valentine’s, June’s mother writes him a letter: “Darling, please do not practise auto-erotic asphyxiation. It is very dangerous. I know what it’s like to be a young person discovering the world, but I have found people who practise S&M lack something in their life.” His mother doesn’t know he visits massage parlours once a week for happy endings, the way he...
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Dragon Lines: Chasing the Dragon →
Staff Note: Just amazing. Introspective, thoughtful, and one hell of a read.
drachmoore:
I about just lost all my marbles simply from laughing inside my own head.
The phrase is so perfect. Chasing the dragon. It has a specific history but it is often used to refer to, essentially, a drug junkie who is pursuing that one epic, indescribable, mind-fucking high, but never quite reaches it due to...
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The White Between Your Words.: Stray sentences... →
Editor’s Note: Just assaults you with beauty. Cuts you up.
thewhitebetweenyourwords:
Stray sentences over and over again. Words that traced how your hands got tangled in my hair. I’ve memorized your eyes like comets, you know. And if I could have, I would have breathed you in. But I forced myself on you, pushed you away for want of something more. Pounded on your chest as though it were a...
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the( Wistfully dead seem generous): A... →
Staff Note: Hmm.
thewistfullydeadseemgenerous:
I just didn’t want those people to realize my true nature: put on a smile; tense the eyes slightly, widen them for effect; leave arms uncrossed in order to subconsciously allow them to detect my openness; let them share themselves with me, the person who most likely cares the most and the least in the same breath, and that’s what I would conclude...
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My Dreamspace: You can breathe into me. →
Staff Note: I held my breath.
midnightmyst:
I like your motormouth. I’m here to listen to your deepness. I can understand when you want me to, I can respond if you want me to, I can laugh if you want me to, and I can certainly listen if you want me to. I grieve sincerely for your woes.
As your pretty mouth opens and closes, I will be your witness. I can be there to console you, but know this...
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Transitional.
Staff note: She is amazingly talented.
ambiguous-transparency:
I know my heart is still beating because sometimes it drops with an excruciating thud in the most innocent, pleasant times, alarming amplified thumps that wake goosebumps and spark chills down my throat, freezing my voice.
There goes that butterfly without wings, such a familiar creature, an angel without her halo, crying...
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Early Onset of Night: Some thoughts on the Great... →
Staff Note: Provocative. He always gets me thinking, or makes me laugh. Brilliant guy. But not an asshole about it, you know?
early-onset-of-night:
I see feminism as a great rebellion going on within the human race. In the last 50 years, it has really come of age. Although on the surface it is about women’s rights and gender equality, what it really demands is a radical change in thinking. Not...
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thesefragmentsare:
Insanity, we climb aboard you with time, clawing through every trace of reality as we slip through the holes that have been cut through our fences— this space is growing thinner; gravity pulling us deeper towards the grounds as our eyes search for the stars, our words bathed in bleached, we ramble but our sentences hold no meaning— ricocheting off the walls in our heads that...
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Tumblr Writing Community Links and Tags →
ordinarywonder:
The most active Tumblr Writing Community Pages [that I follow.]:
Yeahwriters: Offers writing prompts, writing advice, and links to Literary Mags, A list of Tumblr Pages that will critique your writing, and book reviews.
Spilled Ink: Offers Poetry reblogs, with a separate page for Prose. Prompts, Projects, Challenges, and Tumblr Writing Community Links.
Burning Muse: Offers...
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The Heating Bill
tiredfoxes:
I keep the heat cranked and gladly pay the bills. I love the way the roses I bought myself this week are already weeping over their glass vase. Their stems turn to rubber. I feed them crushed aspirin dust and pick off their leaves but they stay soft and bent. I think they look lovely that way. Visitors ask why I don’t toss them away, then politely ask if we can lower the...
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Write Every Day: Luminous Warping →
Staff Note: Nerd cool.
microbrien:
Another way to think of gravity, the way I’ve always thought of it—correct or not— is not so much as a force, but as a measurement; the clearest manifestation of the degree to which a mass warps spacetime around it.
When an object has enough mass, it may even alter the path of light—LIGHT! As far as we know, the fastest thing in the Universe. It’s not even...
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I Can Never Finish What I Sta: And Show Me How You... →
Staff Note: This is touching.
lxxepicxxl:
Teach me, love, how to hold your fears when arms and bodies are not enough. How my hands should run down your back to dip and curve and swoon and taste every nook of your kiss and each corner of your lips while I’m basting in your flesh to the edges of your skin, where the sum of your body and some of the world ends. Teach me, love, where my...
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Hangman
supersatellite:
I’m down to the very last rope and every thread of my sin is woven into the faint tendrils of a sailor’s knot. Knots that have now made me a retired pirate of the sea. Resigned from this ocean swirling with constant talking, talking, talking. Buzzing in mumbles and chatter clustered into one rectified reef of condemnation and corruption. I was so tired from the salty spit of...
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It Was A Soft October Night: You (Are All And... →
Staff Note: interesting.
lettersinblackandblue:
You.
You and your neoprene machines with an orange sheen,
Taking and giving the sufficient-for-self cyclical motion,
Heaviness wasting away in defeat
And my head hitting the table two (too many times)
You.
You, blanking out spaces with translucent lines,
Semi-visible shades to color in a sketch
Of black and white suggestion with no basis
...
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the( Wistfully dead seem generous): Sonnet for... →
Staff Note: Awesome.
thewistfullydeadseemgenerous:
Undressing fast, the hour almost has come
For nights beginning chant. I fly to bed
And Super Man has come to freeze my fears
With breath so cool, and eyes so very warm.
His voice so loud, I listen low, with such
Intent, to hear the words he yells for me.
He’s done too fast, and flies away, my fears
Not gone. Oh, please, oh, come to...
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we can fail - thoughts #227
killingcharlemagne:
Stuck in Puntarenas, some ferry town built around the concept of passage, I sat ringing my hands on a collapsed storm wall. Watching children jump towards breaking white caps, and I can talk sunsets. The sky on fire over the interior Gulf. But it comes in waves, small moments built to roll. And we have been told it takes patience. Or chemicals. But always patience. The pull...
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When the Mind is Closed
Staff note: Lovely…
pervasivewritingdisorder:
When spores of midnight plague the brain It clutches tight together, Leaving space only for the operation of base instincts, The things we enjoy the most Become our world.
When the mind is closed it is focused Small like hunters, room for one single Trail of thought, one simple -and simplicity is the key Concept.
Suddenly a dull and...
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The Diary of a Writer: Hollow →
Staff Note: I read something like this and it makes me sad… fuck there’s so much beautiful writing on the internet. I wish I was a publisher.
thediaryofawriterr:
I wished away the dark. Shattered moments, and empty memories. In the palm of my hand, Tomorrow’s possibilities were shattered By the crush of my own longing.
Summer came, And I still couldn’t see the sun. Winter...
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Savage Lee Writing: Mused By Morning →
Staff note: This is why he’s a dangerous writer… because he could be talking about anyone, but you bite your lip and hope, just for a second that he’s writing for you — even if it’s your first time reading him.
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savageleewriting:
Sometimes it seems sort of insulting to call a person, a woman, a muse. “You’re so pretty it’s like you’re an object...
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Agent White reporting in...
Staff Note: Interesting. Always interesting.
agent-white:
Choking on bitter excuses, our hero spends most days counting symptoms of a sick and dying sense of self. I’m always trying to make a break from all this silly self-diagnosis but never finding enough room to get that elusive running start. Winded I worry, seemingly bound and restricted, with nobody to blame but myself.
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Bathroom Stall Poetry: "Earth To Teenage Girls,... →
Note: Truth.
bathroomstallpoetry:
If you are about to have sex with your pimply faced, teenage boyfriend or overgrown jock, for the first time; heed my warning. Let us imagine for a moment, that things are getting hot and heavy, we won’t go into detail because you all are, jailbait, and you believe that you are ready to take that next, large step into womanhood. Let us say, that you stop him...
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moving
Staff Note: Great formatting, ah… I relate to this a little too much!
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maybehales:
I’ll load the boxes carefully as not to crush anything fragile (make sure there is extra bubble wrap to put around my heart) and we’ll drive to this new place and the chance to start over (I won’t miss you...
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Conversations With My Therapist.
After flipping through my Moleskine.
Therapist: You remind me of Sylvia Plath...
Me: Oh thanks - a lot actually.
Therapist: ...because you always sound dangerously close sticking your head in the oven.
Me: We have electric.
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Sometimes
Staff Note: Love this.
aquietjoy:
the things
that emanate
from me
are not lies,
they are dreams.
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Afterlives
left-overthoughtsfromtypewriters:
walking my fingers down your arm
led by solemn guards to the gallows of your wrist
i’ve seen your whole frame
but your fingers are different now
they are the rope from which i hang
where st. peter will tell me
if i burn
or if you hold from those tides
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500 Days Of ART: Discussing Writing →
Staff Note: This got to me.
500daysofart:
“How can you be different people while you write? It doesn’t make sense!”
He never understood the writer part of me but damn, did he try. We sat nights after nights discussing writing even though he wasn’t a big fan of it at all. We discussed writing in sense and related to different topics. Fiction, non fiction, scientific, political, emotional,...
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i can't think when every touch of yours is a tidal...
Staff Note: wonderful imagery
manicpoetry:
hailing screaming seas under white sheets.
whirling winds of impenetrable fury
hurricane fingertips gripping tight
to shreds of writhing flesh
elbows into mountain crooks
underneath all this sweet skin,
i can taste your bones, dear.
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Life In Code: I need better demons →
Staff Note: Can really relate to this because I think about this all the time. And honestly, I think a lot of people can say the same. Quite wonderful piece.
lifeencoded:
They talk to me all the time, these marvelous little demons. They live in the whispers in the back of my mind. I wish they’d just be a little more direct. I wish they’d tell me something vile - to kill my neighbors or eat...
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Staff Note: LOL
piratecoffeeshop:
I don’t need much.
I just need you-
and just enough to eat.
My hierarchy: water, food, and you.
Maslow can kiss my ass.
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Fall Into My Gravity: Crumbs →
Staff Note: Read.
fallthroughme:
I give out my love in teaspoons, but only to the sick, the frail, the mentally imbalanced—they are the ones who swallow my brand of affection, their Adam’s apple sinking down their throat as they they take what I’m offering so freely into their mouth, letting me soften around their lips and melt on the surface of their tongue. My edges flake like burnt sugar,...
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Ab Aeterno: Sisyphus →
Staff Note: Like this quite a bit.
fromislands:
We can all feel it, but some have yet to hear it’s voice whispering in their ear, it’s presence in their head. Some push it deep inside of them and spend their days distracting their minds with frivolous and superficial matters. Some become so obsessed with it that they spend their days writing words that are never good enough, forever stuck on...
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Shadowed Ink
Staff Note: I love this.
whisperingdreams-decayed:
Beat, beats, beating- I have lost my heart along the way. Instead what takes place, is the shape of your face. Tiny sketches of dreams fade in my bones, awaiting the return of my emotion, placed at your door. Pens now break in the chill of my palm- paper withered and decayed, match the outline of no uttered sounds. All I have...
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Pocket holes.
sixfeetunderdreamin:
There was once a girl That carried the weight of The world in her jean pocket. But those jeans began to rip With every step she took Down that bumpy gravel road, And before she knew it the Burdens she kept with her Were sprawled out, smeared all around her. That road she stumbled down, She realized it was cold, And in the fragments of all the broken things She...
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As I Lay Me Down To Sleep
longenoughjustsolong:
Dear So-Called-God,
I want to thank you for not making me in your image. I want to thank you for giving me limbs and a brain that was not fashioned from my keeper’s rib. Thank you for being my celestial mechanic and electrician, and wiring me with an abundance of that beautiful little chemical your kingdom calls androgen. Thank you for giving me the intrauterine...
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Dream Seeding
liquidayrelyrics:
Vacant places Haunting Painted faces Flaunting Resorting to thwarting The males ever increasing ego Boldly they go Where we would never dream Silently they scream Trying to claw their way back A sharp slap on the wrists I mean who could resist The scars are there for a reason Tear stained skin Displays whats within We all know you’re not trying to hide it The world wants you...
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The Sullen Pauper
Staff Note: LOVE.
artreture:
He wore no cape of gold Just wore his heart on his sleeve He sang her the morning melodies And lulled her to slumber too But one day a knight Swept his muse off her feet He was then left in the cold With nothing but an icy burden A burden of hurt, pain and A beating heart laid on his palm This he he has offered to her Red, beating, bleeding and all But it wasn’t...
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Staff note: Absolutely Beautiful.
griev:
Fainter than a whisper,
her hushed cry tested fragility
with overwhelming instinct.
Unable to understand why
she wouldn’t merely submit,
the girl didn’t care to bother.
Softer than a gentle breeze,
she simply looked up into the dark
and closed her eyes, mouthing:
“not today.”