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The Syllable of Your Name by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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The Syllable of Your Name

Love, I have no previous knowledge of to critique upon What I know is simply this, what i have now is an aching An ache that lives in the one (and only) syllable of your name Meekness has taken an invisible thread and sewed my lips shut strong Pride has cowardly froze my eyes and cast them d o w n w a r d in another direction at the appearance of your face. Longing has made me despair when i spy another take delight in your company Pain has emptied the logics of my brain and filled it with drippy dreams of day-time dramas and the impossibility of you in my arms But if you were to take notice, to ask

The Limousine Window by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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The Limousine Window

Oh to fall into the relfection of a limousine window to sit beside the sophsicated ladies lips dark with fashionable red and ropes of pearls around their necks like privileged nooses The men in navy suits glasses of whiskey and scotch in hand make tasteless jokes concerning the chauffeur's cap all with the same laugh all in the same sour breath The strong shield of black separtes the heavens from the rest of the world As if my dream were granted the sleek door swings open, a key in the ignition and the rounded hat sitting on the seat Waiting...

Single Mom Spaghetti by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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Single Mom Spaghetti

Stubby little fingers chubby little hands wrist-high in hamburger meat punch it to a pulp. Tonight we're having our favourite, Single Mom Spaghetti the stove's all fired up and the stick of spaghetti starts to turn mushy and starts to swim in the sloppy pot. I lay on the second hand couch clutching a bag of frozen peas to my hollow head. She starts to pat out the meatballs the small hands turning worms of pink meat into solid brown balls. The lovemaking sounds of the meat compressing together, brings back memories of her ghost father, who haunts the next state over. The soft sizzle of bubbling grease cools my thought

A Working Woman- Re-edit by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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A Working Woman- Re-edit

The sky was a blue frosting with dots of whip cream, I was God and i could eat the whole goddam cake. I was a great big bakery and everyone wanted a taste But I don't work the dayshifts, nights an easier dress to slip into it covers all flaws, the spidering of cellulite and shadowing of bruises its easier to pretend in the dark when men have no shame. Short skirt, high heels, and a wary smile my sugar and spice the icing on the cake sitting stale in the display window, no customers today the worst part is waiting a forgotten child of a forgetful mother, scuffing too-small shoes against the sidewalk, trying to block out the bat

A Beautiful Mistake by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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A Beautiful Mistake

I fell asleep in your bed it wasn't on purpose.. an accident. Its warm in here, wrapped in sheets and ecstasy your leg against mine, a flint against the stone trying to start a fire that could consume us both. I try not to cry at your exposed ankles, how comical those big feet are, huddled, almost child-like, against mine for extra warmth. Your hands around my waist your fingers interlocking a corset too tight for me to slip out of. A whispered " I love you. " sounding so tired and final as you closed your eyes I couldn't answer back knowing those would be your last words to me. I try not to think of the someone els

Just Like Dandelion Seeds... by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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Just Like Dandelion Seeds...

I can smell the self-absorbedness in your every pore as I lay next to you in bed You touch me like its required A quick kiss, the wind of your breathe still blows me away... Just like dandelion seeds more wishful thinking I want to cry a sea of doubt into the perfect seashell of your ear to see if you'll show some sign of recognition. So then maybe I can drown you. I can feel the selfish stir in your stomach your every desire to be fed. Then I get up to make breakfast that you'll receive without a word. I'll pick at the cold eggs off your plate when you're not looking which should prove easy you never lo

What Can I Say? by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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What Can I Say?

You're bored, go watch TV until your eyes fall out. You're tired, pull the covers over your head and sleep the rest of your life away. You're unsure what the future holds, as you slap its hand away. You have a big nose, you can't hide what you can't change so go through life as small-nosed as you can and hope that no one noticed. You seek self-improvement redraw your ideal self over and over erasing until the paper tears. You're sad, cry yourself an ocean the salt will sting old wounds later, just remember to throw your tissue in the trash. You're upset scream your head off at night, at the heavens then God hur

The Tornado in the Drain by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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The Tornado in the Drain

The water combs my hair a lock falls across my mouth the scratchy feel of fur. Water beads on the smooth plastic side, like eyes they stare at my nakedness. A long curled hair, a lone crusader swims in the running water to the tornado in the drain. Like Dorothy whisked from Kansas, the crusader heads for waters unknown, the land of Oz. My feet, are the fleshy anchors mooring me from the easy answer so that I don't go down with it. I lay languidly like a noodle in a bowl of steaming soup the frothy broth marinates my body the heat makes me dumb drugged and s l o w it makes me forget what I have do

Your Photograph by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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Your Photograph

the smudged fingerprints on the glass frame and the sticky square from the price tag that I bought on sale; Seems more real than your synthetic smile or the rehearsed pose, yet sheltered by four walls of imitation gold. Then I remember that ghosts aren't real. Dust dances in the light

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The Bride? by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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The Bride?

The bastard's nowhere to be found, dinner's a good hour cold. Roast beef, his favorite, lies on its death bed of hardened mashed potatoes beside the mourning string beans. With longing i look to the smoothly folded napkin, in its white shroud gleams the saviour, the steak knife. Yet its single blade does not seem to do me justice, the three pronged fork seems more fitting. I finger the sharp edges lovingly, but where to puncture? The chest seems too Juliet, too sacrifical. No not the heart, this is not for love, there is no love in there.... The head. The canal for thought and logical thinking. the only reasonable op

The Filaments from Epidermis by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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The Filaments from Epidermis

I grimace with disgust as I pick an old hair off my shirt. But a closer look reveals its true nature. A mummy, an aborted fetus, a stillborn.... My very own DNA, genetic material laying forgotten. How many of my children have i thoughtlessly lost without a tinge of remorse? Lay dying, withering and shriveled . Babies disattached from their mother, my children who stuck to me like a kindred spirit, a bosom friend. Then without warning fall out and lie between the sheets of an unmade bed. But the funeral is short, because they were always dead.

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Get out by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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Get out

get out of my house , the fatted calf is starved and sickly. get out of my house, your welcome is worn skin-thin and overstayed. get out of my house, your sappy apologies and your over the top romance is like a glass of sand to a thirsty man. Your clumsy advances are like two Caucasian fingers gripping chopsticks, r a i n i n g w h i t e r i c e. Your hushed coes of love are bitter sweet , chocolate laced with posion. get out of my house, there is no room on my sofa cushions for your well-traveled limbs get out of my house, only two can dine at my table, your mistresses will sta

Blind Dreamer by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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Blind Dreamer

I haven't eaten for a while, the flavour of my stomach sits on my tongue they don't bother feeding the dead. resting in the mind's desert i travel to the promised land, i can taste the honey. Honey, the golden syrupy treasure of the bees. The bees, armed with their stinger swords and prepared to defend their bounty to the death. I wander from their holey homes and feel each individual grain of sand between my toes. I can feel the sun on my face, shining smiles in the distance, a green meadow, castles with their silver doors, the tinkling sounds of birds in trees but it is not long before i wake into the living graveyard. It is a l

The Teacher by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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The Teacher

Teacher calls her class to attention, but she is getting old. Patience is wearing thin thinner than her graying hair, thinner than her wrinkled skin Her lopsided smeary lip-sticked mouth purses with the growing embres of impatience feeding to the angry fire Eyes glaze with bleary indifference as she feels the humps and bumps of spitty growths of gum underneath her desk Painted nails massage the bridge of her veiny nose clearing her throat, she adjusts the collar of her outdated clothing making a motion of authority, she grabs a ruler, and bangs it on a desk, the wood splinters but does not break, not unlike the many youthful necks

gingerbread by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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gingerbread

I walk to the witch's house there's no more breadcrumbs in my pocket So, fatten me up with lies and candy so you can eat me up when you tire of my company the gummy red lips of the Judas kiss was never so sweet. Your reality is tearing down my gingerbread walls, let them come crashing down with the rest of me. Security held no stronger than by molasses caves in Your sugary promises dissolve when i spit in your eye On the brightside, ( for you ) there's no oven for me to push you in.

A Working Woman by theroadlesstraveled, literature

Your Photograph by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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Your Photograph

The Tornado in the Drain by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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The Tornado in the Drain

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A Testimony by withoutwings07, literature

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A Testimony

Her hips smoldered paper cuts between his fingers, around his wrist bone. She drenched her voice with honey and watermelon flavored rhetoric until each sentence was an indistinguishable collection of her thoughts cascading the length of his torso. His vertebrate cracked as she rubbed chapped fingertips along the shoulder blades trembling in the air above his ear. They were tangled sheets and flecks of blood on the mattress. She left the pillow damp and mascara smeared. A pain-racked testimony to true love. Yeah, they were devotion smeared valentine day cards, and every time she smiled he blinked.

You Forget, I Remember by withoutwings07, literature

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You Forget, I Remember

I am exhausted with the wanting of you. Memories are stuck in the curve of my thigh, in the arch of my back. The places where your lips trembled and your hands forgot. I scrubbed until I was bloody and soapy and dripping into painful puddles all over the bathroom floor. I remember chasing you until the phone died and there were no words left. It was a silence. And now you haunt my dreams. You monopolize my desires, and I've forgotten that there is pleasure in falling asleep alone. I've forgotten the time before you and me and us. Although lifetimes have passed between each occasion my fingertips grazed your chee

cannibal: a novel by blackamnesiaofheaven, literature

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cannibal: a novel

I cannot drink your wine and I can't just sleep here and admire the cuts along your waist. Nor can I calmly breathe in these thousand collapsed hearts, pressed deep into every beautiful, fractured movement of your creation. No. I'm afraid I can only bury your voluminous neck in my insect hands. Only suck every blistered metaphor from your fingertips and let them drip down into my gullet like so many ejaculated memories of you and your magnificence. Only leave the most elegant trail of you just above my lower lip.

The Past by Swim-Inside, literature

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The Past

Every morning I rinse it from my tired mouth and spit it into the drain. I leave it in every hallway, on every step. I push it into my pockets and try to forget it's there. It fills my morning plate. It fills my sink. I slip it over my shoulders, tie it around my neck. Where ever I go it's there, just behind me in the shadows of my feet. Waiting for the bus, I watch it slowly rising from a muddy puddle. An old man next to me takes it from his eyes and wipes it clean. Above us pigeons push it away with their wings.

like something angelic. by niceparabola, literature

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like something angelic.

like something angelic. april 20/06 we're just tall shadows thrown over uneven soil watching the field blaze up the sky is a bedroom wall blue the sun is taped up. we're just naive wanderers and our shoes are soaked through chilled and painted with morning dew. hitting ruptured concrete but sounds are lost in the zephyr. golden lanes like tar champagne filtered rays boast their cinema cliches and the velvet tendrils of your hair are aglow like something angelic. we're just distractions holes in a blinding light breaking the day with outlines the sky is a pure expanse the sun is intertwined. we're just tall shadows and

Blood Moon by TheSundowner, literature

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Blood Moon

Red as the eyes that revere it, Red as the blood that it spends, Shining with dominant virtue, Seducing the world to an end. Soliciting rancorous torture, to reap the abyss of unknown, and father a spiritless wasteland, For the children of midnight to roam. So one last lament for the suffering, As the Sun becomes tired and cold, Its time for the light to relinquish, Its time for the Moon to take hold.

Dress Socks by wazawaii, literature

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Dress Socks

Florence, open the door. I have a sale to close in Costa Mesa by eleven, and I left my dress socks on the nightstand. Florence, did I stutter? I need in, now. Florence? Are you awake? You are, aren't you? Aha--I hear you sighing. And I'll bet you're rolling your eyes, too. I can't tolerate it when you do that--it makes you look so impish. But don't listen to me. It's all about you, right? God forbid you should resort to common sense every so often. No, no--It's all about your taffeta and your wine and bridge with the Smiths. I swear--you're so discourteous about these things; it drives me up the walls. How do you want me to make a sale witho

Grail of Sadness by TheSundowner, literature

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Grail of Sadness

To steal the chalice of a king And drink the stolen wealth To gain your untold happiness One sip to toast 'good health' Though just a taste is ne'er enough This thirst for love so pure Return the vessel to your lips And dare to take one more But beware your fervent avarice For unknown is its spell The cup ignores the immature Young men still grace in hell Whilst fires burn the heavens And the sorrow reaps instead The grail, you'll keep on reaching To imbibe until you're dead

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The Tornado in the Drain by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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Current Residence: Canada
Favourite genre of music: All kinds.
Operating System: respiratory
Personal Quote: I laugh in the face of danger, then i runaway

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Picasso, Kahlo

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Pulp Fiction, One Flew over the Cuckoo's nest, Amélie

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Radiohead, Billy Talent, Tegan&Sara,TheArcadefire, Babyshambles

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Attwood, Frost , Silverstein, Plath

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theroadlesstraveled

Oct 21, 2006

Autumn

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'And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart, "Your seeds shall live in my body, And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart, And your fragance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons." - Kahlil Gibran from "the prophet" i love autumn.

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theroadlesstraveled

Apr 8, 2006

April's Fool

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Hmmmmmmm spring when a young man's fancy lightly turns to love. Or is that a young women's fancy? Lately I've been in a really...hmm how to put this....I love everybody mood, its actually alittle embarrassing :P The bee buzz'd up in the heat,  "I am faint for your honey, my sweet."    The flower said, "Take it, my dear,      For now is the Spring of the year.        So come, come!"          "Hum!"            And the bee buzz'd down from the heat.      - Lord Alfred Tennyson

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theroadlesstraveled

Mar 29, 2006

Hmmm....ph.

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You know, sometimes life would seem alot easier if we could just go back to our caves and clubs, and ugga ugggas. Actually it wouldn't SEEM easier, it would BE easier, plus you'd get to squash things with your big mean club. Please excuse me, youknow one of those strange moods, negativity can be such a bitch.

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TheSundowner

Mar 6, 2009

Hi there what you been up to vee?

Velveteen-Life-Dance

Jan 9, 2007

You wake up in a red room with no windows and doors, DON'T panic.. you're just in my heart!!! Send this to all the friends you want to keep forever...

Today is Bestfriend Day. Send this to all of your friends, and me if I am one. If you get 7 back you are LOVED!!! Here are the numbers of what kind of friend you are based on how many you get back..

1-3 ~ you're a bad friend
4-6 ~ you're an okay friend
7-9 ~ you're a good friend
10+ ~ you're great friend

Lomil-Gathiel

Jan 1, 2007

Hey, thank you for the watch. I really appreciate it.

randyham87

Oct 28, 2006

hey hi,was just browsing and i saw your page
i like your stuff

Velveteen-Life-Dance

Oct 25, 2006

Today Is Bestfriend Day.
Send This To All Your Friends, And Me If I Am 1.
If You Get 7 Back You Are Loved!

1-3 you're a bad friend
4-6 you're an ok friend
7-9 you're a good friend
10-& Up you're a great friend

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Aug 19, 2006

thanks for adding 'mr. sneaky peeks' to your favorites..

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Aug 16, 2006

^{I was too lazy to read and fav your entire gallery because from I started going through it evrything has been an excellent dish of feeling and imagery...so I watched you instead.}