January 2012
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Adumbral Poetry: I Am One of Them →
adumbralpoetry:
You say they’re weak, they’re pitiful, They deserve to feel what they can’t control. Who cares if they die? They’re not so special. But would that change if I were one of them? We all have moments of weakness and sorrow, But some of us wish we could hang from the gallows So we can stop feeling so worthless and shallow. Would you care any more if I were one of them? They’re not so...
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Dying Fiction: On Being Human →
Staff Note: This is very good. And deep. And makes me wonder, wonder, wonder.
deadfiction:
What makes you human?
Remember when you were little and your parents would tell you to hold your breath. Then they would submerge you under water. You saw the waves and the distorted reality. Yet your lungs burned for air so you had to come up. That first breath you take, that gasp for life. That...
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The Search for Posthumanism
thenewinquiry:
Notes from the 2011 Singularity Summit
by Mike Thomsen
The idea that we can run out of time is peculiar. It’s a product of how we organize our memories.
Human consciousness is a kind of romance with the idea that time is finite and consumable. This assumption of finitude means that time can also become digested and metabolized urge, energizing the desire to imagine what is...
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Singing of Love at Dawn: the Bubblemaker's... →
awaitingthebreakofthesun:
The Bubblemaker’s daughter lives in the rain while he twists gears around and counts down from the taller numbers to small. Her being is as simple as a dandelion seed, airborne from a first and halting breath.
Through closing eyes as she whispers to a blustery gale on a day when candied yellow shines, there has never been a need for any disturbance. The work is fragile...
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moderateclimates:
Look what I found again…
...
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on writers and writing
Staff Note: Because writing is no different than being a mother or father, and it is a late night confession.
darkhorsepoet:
Can anyone be a writer? Yes. Are there levels, qualities, abilities of writers? Of course. So in that sense, anyone can be a writer. Whether someone who writes has the desire to write label free or stamp “writer” on their forehead, is irrelevant. That is simply how they...
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Pirates →
Editor’s Note: Garrrr Matey ;)
californiacougar:
The tang of salt filled the men’s lungs. Sounds of clanging metal cut through the air and straight to the crusted hearts of deckhands and officers alike. All around, flashes of sun and sparks shot out from clashing swords.
Captain James was currently occupied with two of the Queen’s scallywags. Her dogs snarled at him, spouting off...
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Afternoon Announcements
jayarrarr:
Hey y’all —check it: The Gentlemen’s Perspective is a collaborative writing project featuring the work of Elijah Kenan, Jacob Harrington, and Nicolas Kelly.
Jacob contacted me and introduced me to the blog, and now I’d like to introduce it to y’all. It’s a clean, well-organized blog, and the writing is wonderful. I encourage y’all to check it out — you won’t be disappointed. :)
You...
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inquire within
**Staff Note: Some of us do read this deep…
lifeencoded:
I caught a glimpse today
it looked like a question mark
confined by quotation marks
that look tried to determine the foundation of my character by the facade wrapped around
my skeletal frame
my ideas colored by my meat
I wanted to remind it about books and their covers
but I wasn’t sure anyone read that deeply
into anything...
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white rhino
Staff Note: Yes
alphabet-pony:
milky desert eyes watch coerced in violence that we had call home to a cactus bed dusted in red sand our taste buds are stripped burned parchment fingertips caress careless in the dust of a dead zephyr my chest is tight in the night broken fragments of sacraments burned upon cabbage leaf skin desert hornets scream an airplane engine in the night ...
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theindigolantern:
50 Wayz I apologize in...
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Writing is like masturbating: →
lovelikevulture:
…when you first start it’s very messy and confusing but you know it’s something you want to do every chance you get; something about getting something inside you out and how good it feels leaving you in arching spurts. I’ve been a masturbationist for 17 years and only recently have found the best way to go about it. I’ve been writing for only 4 years and I’m still curious and...
December 2011
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Grief
Staff Note: It’s like a poem, but prose. It’s written extremely well. Lovely. <3
madamebluebell:
I can tell you about grief. The emotion is bittersweet. A type of pain that cuts deep. With scars that still bleed. It can drain your heart while keeping the beat. It hides in the dark and refuses to leave. Waiting for sunny days to strike with it’s blade. It never carves you out...
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END OF DECEMBER LIMERICK
**Staff Note: A Limerick every-so-often isn’t so bad, can be fun, brings a smile…for awhile. This one fits the season to a T!
micki-isms:
The reindeer have been put away,
The Fat Man abandoned his sleigh,
The bells have been rung
The carols been sung,
And New Year’s just moments away.
- Micki Selvitella
(limerick)
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j.scott grand: The Great Pretender →
jscottgrand:
Charlie doesn’t want to talk about his day. Charlie just wants a blowjob. He wants to leave his money on the dresser and drink hotel whiskey while a beautiful woman plays with his balls. He wants drown in warm soft lips and spit, and fingers that don’t feel like old bones and cold leather. He wants to explode in a mouth that remembers how to hide her disappointment and feigns...
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Changes in life, like when you breathe: To write →
warpaint-tears:
Prose is a craft of special means. It takes something special to be able to conjure up not just a few lines, whether rhymes or no, but to create characters and plots. Even harder is to make them all streamline and make sense without throwing down a whole book. It’s something different to be able to make you instantly know and understand a person just by reading their name and few...
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Gravel
Staff notes: poignant.
clover91:
There was a shed that I used to climb in order to reach the roof of an elementary school.
I would spend hours on this roof top letting my fingers sift through the loose gravel imagining what life would be like when I got older.
Now I am older and they tore down that old graffitied shed, so I sit in my car and wonder what it would feel like to be young again...
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Life In Code: Fountain →
Editor’s Note: Love this.
(posts will slow down now.)
lifeencoded:
There were only so many ways to find the fountain of youth. Senora De Leon wandered a hundred miles in her sleep, past walls of willing victims, through deserts of the soul. All to find out that there wasn’t any real need.
Her distant ancestor failed miserably at ever attempt. He wasted a lifetime in search of a dead...
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Collision
Editor’s Note: Science and love!
thediaryofawriter:
My love is an unstoppable force,
You are the immovable object.
What happens now?
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meet me at the shooting range...: Drag. →
halfhoursonearth:
A wank is a stroll down memory lane, with state of the art toothbrushes glaring at me.
I’m writing poetry by the light of soft core pornography on my old tv in my childhood bedroom.
I can feel the eyes of all my dead relatives, looking down on me from heaven, shaking their heads in unison. Muttering counter curses before it’s too late. - I know your boyfriend is a mediocre...
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Editor’s Note: This is such a romantic idea… would I trade writing for love? I don’t know if I can even separate the two. Lovers come and go, writing is my constant. I wanted to add, it’s been a pleasure reblogging a Daily December selection from you!
[Keep your eyes open for a new Anon Challenge in January.]
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storytimewithdaniel:
I would trade all the...
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Lilys of the Field: lilysofthefield: The... →
lilysofthefield:
lilysofthefield:
The Collective Introduction Contest.
I want you to write the introduction for The Collective. So I am proposing this contest.
Here are some basic rules:
do not mention any specific writers.
this is not from your personal perspective or experience
Submit an introduction to The Collective.
Remember that with this book, I have collected pieces of writing...
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Aureus Sententia: The Stealer of Stars →
5000letters:
I’d learned you by the time Christmas came around, though you were no less of a mystery to me. I knew to identify the timbres of your voice because they were wood and ash and cinnamon curling against the confines of a milk curdled sky. The corner of your mouth tasted like chocolate and coffee and smoke and you were as nebulous as a cloud but I could reach for you whenever. You were a...
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the unimportance of being verbal: young lovers →
Editor’s Note: Thoughtful, if not a touch somber.
lyricrhetoric:
the moon, she exclaimed! and I fetched it for her. she didn’t know that sometimes making something yours destroys it. robs it of its beauty. part of the moon’s seduction was its distance and that it belonged to no one, not even sun nor sky or God. it was never meant to be a backyard ornament beside the lawn chair and step...
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BLKLNTRNS Debuts an EP! →
wearemostaliveindreams:
Some dear friends of mine released an EP.
Follow. Listen. Download. Support.
I love you all.
-Todd
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Write In Space: No matter what anyone says, words... →
writeinspace:
No matter what anyone says, words are worse than sticks or stones because you can’t pull them out. You can’t forget, and there’s nothing in the world that can soften the heat of syllables and consonants and vowels wreaking havoc beneath the pillows of your lungs or the curves of your heart. Words leave the invisible scars, the ones that litter the backs of your eyelids, the soft...
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Editor’s Note: Deep and dark.
thediaryofawriter:
Look deep inside yourself Find the source of your beauty Search, look, and search some more If you find your soul, Tell me what it looks like
Cause I found this dark, damaged void Spewing emotions and words out of me, And I want to know if that’s protocol Or just my fucked up version of things.
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too close
jsweptson:
too close to the skin”
by jSweptson
i wear my heart too near the surface just below the skin it sits waiting for the first slight waiting for the first swing searching for something anything to cause a tare a cut sitting there just out of reach of my soul waiting waiting jSweptson
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"Breaking Night": Swimming in filthy air, I am but... →
Editor’s Note: Felt this.
greatnesslieswithin:
Swimming in filthy air, I am but a wedge of dust with not a true significance, other than the flawed gravity I offer myself, observing an internal clock, letting time race round concrete tracks. The background remains an irrelevant behemoth –– darkness, light, emptiness are merely a lump of poisoned food stuck between uncared for teeth. I...
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what i got
Editor’s Note: Poetry.
mimikova:
i want to release my demons and watch them much about the pull out a big gun and show them the way out i’d blast those fucking pricks even shoot them in the back those bastards have torchered me and it’s revenge time at last so come on out and dance a round and try to dodge my shots i want you fuckers out of me so i can show you what i got
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Of Allies And Enemies
Editor’s Note: Great stuff.
myinkstainedheart:
You have to know sometimes we are made into gladiators inside a Roman coliseum, armed to entertain the spectators, and when we step out into the open with the crowd on their feet, stompin’ remember they have picked sides beforehand, and not everyone out there is cheering for you on the stands.
In Venice
**Staff Note: Memories are a wonderful thing when vivid. I have been to Venice a few times…this reminds me of her.
tsjusttotalk:
The windows of hundreds of homes,
glowed like portholes through the rainfall.
We ate plums before the show;
beneath the steady drumming on the canopy.
Lights were teary eyes all along the water,
and the air was like humid breath.
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Picture My Life: He calls me “rough around the... →
paperlesswords:
He calls me “rough around the edges” Claims it’s a compliment But says he prefers his women soft I’ve got too much mileage on me But he’d rather have a girl who’s yet to hit the road I’ve pounded too much pavement Healed too many of my own scars And he wants someone who would depend on him I wish I could tell him I used to be that girl But those words seem so far out of reach...
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Editor’s Note: This guy man… I want to like, live in his head. I think it would be horrifying and lovely…
modestmark:
“love poem part one” seriously I’m going to kill myself unless you say I love you
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writeinspace:
If I could make all the mountains...
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ofmiceandmisanthropes:
Iron(y)
Hate, It...
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Savage Lee Writing: My Crush On You Is Crushing Me →
savageleewriting:
My crushes are so obvious, so out in the open. There’s so little that’s at all subtle about me and what I do. I just fall in love with beautiful things, and then there’s a little less of me where there was before, because I’m always giving bits of myself away to things I enjoy.
Yeah, I send bits of my brain out like bacteria, weaving their ways into the minds of the things I...
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halfhoursonearth:
This is a spoken word this for...
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She Wanted Storms: Burning Girl →
Editor’s Note: This.
shewantedstorms:
You know what it feels like
to be beautiful but not
worth more than the sweat
on your skin or the
muscle that contracts
in your stomach when you
arch your back.
You know what it means
to be a shell and an act,
to be so desirable that
nobody really wants you at all.
You know how to tease the words
“I love you” from a man’s lips with
teeth and tongue...
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Anon Challenge Winners: Little Spoon on Death's...
whoartgos:
I love all you. I’m so grateful for all the submissions! It’s been a pleasure reading them over the past couple of days. Now comes my least favorite part, picking “winners.” Please send me a message to claim yur piece (even if you dont want me to publish which one was yours, i still want to thank you individually) ok enough stalling.
First Place onnothingandeverything little spoon...
Hope is the thing with feathers: Woman, Afterwards →
**Staff Note: Wonderfully descriptive. Love this.
she-writes:
I love you. Here, in the darkness, where the night sky and the dip in the moon hold each other at the cusp, I let myself say it again, and again, and again. You loved the moonlight. Nights like this we would climb onto the roof wine swirling in our glasses legs dangling off the edge …
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The Idiot Manifesto: Tumblr Crush List, Bitches! →
Editor’s note: Please click the link to see the full post.
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Staff Note: Finally, another one. A lovely selection of people. I say you should go check them out, yes.
theidiotmanifesto:
It’s been a longggg time.
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: Cinderella →
Editor’s Note: Interesting!
kurus:
This is the part you didn’t know when Cinderella stumbled through the palace doors.
It was the janitor who found her slippers along the marble steps. When he searched for her kingdom the day after, he only came across a damsel sweeping her kin’s dump. The janitor’s heart skipped a beat as it instilled some hope that this was meant to be.
Cinderella,...
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Purple Blues: sleep-wake-repeat →
Editor’s Note: Really got to me.
floranella:
There was a prayer left on your lips when you fell asleep, and when you woke up you couldn’t remember the words. You brushed your teeth, spit into the sink, and watched the foam slide down the drain like the prayers did when sleep overtook your senses.
You remembered how your father used to tuck your chin under the blanket that smelled like...
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kristaa0788:
They say that the eyes are the...
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theidiotmanifesto:
My Generation
Wrapped up in...
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The Vagabond King: Tumblr Writing Community Tumby... →
thevagabondking:
My submit page is now open.
What are the Tumby Awards you ask? Well, i’m bored. And this is what happens. I will award made up awards (some in love, some in humor, some in honor, some in respect) to some of you crazy bastards.
But I want you to be a part of this too. So, I’ve opened my submit page