May 2012
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I think there must be no poetry
sweeter than when
our bodies come
together—the gentle
release of your breath settles over
the heady thrum of my heart, saying more
than my pen ever could.
December 2011
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featherweight
I didn’t understand your beauty until I took your face in my hands, swept my fingers across your cheekbones, and felt the roughness of the cavities below your bright green eyes; you are, I declared, some sort of god. You shook your head at my foolishness, because you knew I only deified when I got caught up in my ideas, but you humored me; you put your hand on mine and traced the solid...
November 2011
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NaNoWriMo 2011: Horrible things I have written,...
First, I feel I should offer a short explanation since all here has been radio silence lately: Yes, I am doing NaNoWriMo this year; yes, I am behind on word count since I decided my broken computer = an excuse to not write; yes, I am planning on drinking way too much coffee tonight and staying up late and writing until I am caught up and then more.
Unfortunately, this means that horrible,...
July 2011
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A note on JulNoWriMo...
Yes, I am writing a script (shh, don’t tell anyone! :P) Technically, I think the rules involve the word “novel”, but if you can write fanfiction for your JulNo, then I can write my script.
Why am I writing a script?
It was the project that I seriously, seriously wanted to get back to. And I’m going to give it 50 000 new words this month.
Currently:...
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JulNoWriMo Excerpt (Day 1)
Rachel: It's so hard to see anything right now. Makes things look way different out here.
Ash: No residual light from the cities. It was...very different, the first time. Makes you feel alone, you know?
Rachel (looking skyward): Look at all the stars...
Ash: I know. They're so much more visible here than in the city.
Rachel: I don't think I ever saw them when I was there. It was never night.
Ash: You couldn't see them at all?
June 2011
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Tales from Seventh Heaven
notes (because I can): I have been working on this piece for way too long, but I decided tonight that it was good enough. Crit is still probably very necessary, and very helpful for me. Thanks to lettersandspacesandpunctuation for all her help on this. :)
I. There is a house on a hill where the world won’t stop to listen; from there you can overlook the orchards and the mountains and the...
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Writers of Tumblr: Reblog if you are a writer →
writersoftumblr:
Aspiring, published, it doesn’t matter.
After discussing the lack of prose writers or our ninja ability to hide behind poetry, with Letters for Burning, I’ve decided to launch this little thing hoping that it will help in someway to gather all the writers on Tumblr.
At this time I would…
April 2011
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cuts
Theorized as human plastic, laid out, I look so elastic
make me into what you need me; a few strokes and you’ll complete me
tell me that I’m something different, that I’ll look so worth the effort
mold me til my body please you like I’ll be what you need me to.
February 2011
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Baby, I
don’t want to lie because I wouldn’t run to the end I the earth for you, but maybe I would run down the hallway to see you and I’m going to ask you, can that be enough?
December 2010
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Crush
It breaks my heart to see those imperfections because I desperately want to think that you’re better than that and ( I know it’s unfair of me to expect it, but ) can’t you be a little more than human?
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[untitled]
I.
hey tired eyes, I see you’ve been keeping busy and I’d say you look yourself, but I swore I was done voicing lies. Tell me, how have you been keeping and who have you been keeping; more, who has been keeping you (I can’t expect you’d hold up your world all by yourself but you seem to live to defy expectations.)
II.
She’s surrounded by lowly ambition and...
November 2010
8 posts
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Coping Mechanisms excerpt #07
NaNoWriMo, day 19
“You probably don’t think much of me,” says Ava after awhile, her shoulders tightening up again. “Coming here for this.”
“Ava.” My hands slow down, my touch even more gentle. “That’s not true at all. It’s only natural, after all. Why do you think anyone comes? There’s no shame in having another person help you sometimes.”
She laughs again, bitterly; shakes her head. ...
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Coping Mechanisms excerpt #06
NaNoWriMo, Day 18:
“Anelise, it’s not going to be so bad,” said Bri. “Serene gets mad at me all the time, anyways. Once I’m gone, she’ll yell less. Drink less, maybe. And it’s not like you’ll be completely helpless. Here.” She pulled out a manilla envelope and handed it to me. “I’ve been working extra so I could leave you some money when I left.”
I took the envelope, but didn’t open it,...
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Coping Mechanisms excerpt #05
NaNoWriMo, day 17
“Doesn’t it bug you sometimes?” asks Lizzie, out of the blue. “What you do?”
I shrug. I try not to think about these things. “What aspect of it?”
“Not the sex so much as…being paid, I guess,” she says. “Like they think they can buy you.”
“They can buy me,” I point out. “That’s kinda what I do, Liz.”
“No,” she protests. “They buy your sex. They don’t buy you.”
“Okay,” I...
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Coping Mechanisms excerpt #04
NaNoWriMo, day 15: In which I am incredibly behind and fail at writing.
I don’t remember falling asleep, but when I wake, it’s clear that I hadn’t been planning on going to bed when I did. I’m still wearing the clothes I’d pulled on before Lizzie had arrived the night before, and my mouth tastes fuzzy and used.
“Ugh,” I say, rolling over and trying to bury my head under the pillow. It is far...
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Coping Mechanisms excerpt #03
Day…eight? of NaNoWriMo:
“It’s not that they want me,” I tell Lizzie. This seems to be what everyone gets wrong about the industry. “They don’t care. I’m just a faceless body to them. Do you think they care what my name is? No. They want to call me whatever makes them feel better. And you know what? I let them, because they’re paying for it.”
“Exactly,” says Lizzie. “They pay for it...
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Coping Mechanisms excerpt #02
Day two of NaNoWriMo!
“You have another appointment in about ten minutes,” says Sarah, and I can tell that she’s reading her schedule as she speaks to me, all sophisticated and professional. That’s Sarah. Good at what she does, and she’d never let on that it’s a less-than-honourable job.
“It’s someone new, right?” I ask, to seem like...
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Sophistry
Your words don’t describe how I’ve felt, but I listen and close my eyes, allow them to run over my lids and down to where they finally clump heavily in the lashes I look out from under. I wish I could enchant like you do; I wish I could stop being enchanted. Your words aren’t worth the air you think you walk on; your smile isn’t worth the effort it must take to pretend but...
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Coping Mechanisms excerpt #01
From day 1 of my NaNoWriMo:
I know what it can be like to find someone who truly cares about you. There’s not a great way to guarantee it, and not a great way to make sure it ends up well. Maybe that’s what the money is for, then. Maybe they simply want to make sure that afterwards, they’re the one leaving and I’m the one wanting them to come back.
In the end, I...
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October 2010
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.011
You’re a match with no flame.
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tired
i want to wear tired colors today; no more spring pastels; no more summer brights; i want the dusty blues faded whites rust- filled oranges drab greys that sweep and cloak, obscure but don’t detract because today i blend in with the desks and the fancy brickwork; move through the air as the crumpled leaves and seep down the walk in the cracks that you make when the light is right, i’m...
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.010
Well, my sexuality is simply “very.”
~~~
It doesn’t matter, guys. It doesn’t.
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Complex
You’re a hard promise to keep like I keep telling you you’re not what I meant, oh, open the windows, love, can’t you see I’m running out of places to breathe? The floor is wet and I’m not running away anymore because I’m so tired of falling. I take you apart by day and make you whole at night; don’t you think we could make such a good team if you wanted...
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.009
It’s not my fault you lied.
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october 26th, 2010 - "ghostly."
This week’s Tumblr Tuesday recommendation: sillyandrew:
i want to the be one that shaking children tell stories about, on bright nights around the campfire. i want them to think that it’s really me whistling in the wind, and pulling at their hair. i want that smell of summer. i want those laughing golden stars.
Though he may not be as prolific as some writers on Tumblr, he more than...
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Summation: this is this was we are you watching me dear? I think I’ve fallen asleep and I can’t help the way you are; You have to do that by Yourself you find the answers to the questions that I never asked of you to treat me something special because I know too well what I am and I can’t help the way I become (isn’t that sad, isn’t that sad) the way
You make me...
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“Love?”
“I can’t answer that question.”
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explanation
My interest in boys is purely scientific; I just want to see what they’ll do when I hit them; the sirens are calling, I can’t find the limit tell me where to stop won’t you tell won’t you tell me that you’re searching for some satisfaction; I’ll do what I want, you’re just looking for action; don’t ask, I won’t have to deny my reaction show me...
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abrokensomething-deactivated201 asked: i love your writings :)
absolutely stunning! :D
absolutely stunning! :D
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.007
The sign read, “No Peace Available.”
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God.
One word and I feel my heart beating stomach clenching breaths catching and I can’t take it, why won’t you get the point that I don’t want you coming after me just because everyone else has let you down. Didn’t you realize that what we were doing wasn’t healthy, wasn’t right; or do you not care because you’re still that same girl who left months ago?
I...
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Self-Portrait
I wear my clothes like armor when I have the chance; there’s no need for anyone to see my weak spots underneath and I would love to tell you just how much you mean but I can’t find the words to make the lie convincing enough, oh I used to think that if I ran far enough you’d finally leave me alone; thus far, no one’s disabused me of that because I know enough to keep myself...
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pandora's box inside the trojan horse
This week’s recommendation = kerrycoxpoetry:
i am aiming for the soft spot that never grew over with skinsharp songs that i play on razor harp hinges, blood dreams we become a dragon full of zenblessings, in a white room where our chalk outlines are invisible borrowed money clogs the underneath space between the door and the floor. moths, mockeries, mocking birds. all the elements of...
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.006
I hated you until last night.
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Temptation
You make me all jumpy like I can’t focus because I don’t have you (but it’s not like you matter) and I don’t want you but I can’t forget what we were (what you were) because I’m not that much, so I find myself missing that beautiful illusion (so baby, just tell me you once more that you care).
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Fair Warning
I can’t tell you how much I hope you don’t, because as much as I want us to, I can tell you right now we’ll only end with mutually assured destruction
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Someone always has to get hurt, and it’s worse when that someone is you.
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Vincere o Morire.: To Tame the Heart. →
Recommended this week: wishihadglasses:
No! What more can I do to will my heart not to leap or sing or dance with clumsy feet when your name falls into my line of vision, if only for once? How I have pushed it down, and struggled with that devious thing, and begged it to lay still and in stealth, for there are prowlers on the loose! …
My Tumblr Tuesday recommendation for this week is...
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Paper Boy [part II]
You can’t blame me for searching those incomplexities; I think I could fold you out of a sheet freshwhitecleansharp and you’d not look as good, maybe, but I could get you all there; maybe you’d have a little character and I’m not looking for a clean-pressed paper doll with fold-on uniformsmileperfection but I only want to know what you think of yourself, if you have a...
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.004
Love you, if you’ll love me.
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A Meditation
My skin only houses my imperfections (and I’m sorry to say that sometimes, some of them break through), my heart beat calibrated to match the supreme conductor (and if you hear me rushing, well, blame my emotions) and I’m sure my eyes would be the windows you were searching for if only I hadn’t made that (executive?) decision that drapes really worked best to keep the sunlight out (and...
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.003
queue me—not worth being yet
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Paper Boy [part I]
Your name composes headlines the way you play to win you smile and charm and spin the quotes they want to hear. You are a small- town high school king, always a girl on your arm and a healthy dose of ego to back you up (because hell, if you don’t own these halls, who does) and no one asks questions, after all; they’re too impressed too scared too apathetic to ever confront such a...
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“Occasionally a slender beam of sun that had the luck to slip in through some...”
– The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien
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.002
I want questions for my answers.
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11:11 Blow a kiss Touch the wall Make a wish
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.005
Baby, you’re my crime of passion
