February 2012
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opalmoonbeam replied to your post: opalmoonbeam replied to your post: I just listened…
Can we? I need to see this Gaga show you put on!!
Of course! Only if you accompany me in interpretive dance.
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opalmoonbeam replied to your post: I just listened to Ou Est Le Swimming Pool without…
I JUST DANCE THE WAY I FEEL
I knoooow, I’m so glad I can listen to it again. It makes me want to out and stumble around drunk.
I just listened to Ou Est Le Swimming Pool without crying my face off. Progress.
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672.
There were crystalline shards from her glory days imbedded in her arms, iridescent beauty manifested in her scars because her whole being tells a story of loves that didn’t last and the hurt that stayed behind in a plethora of vermillion sighs on her skin in passing condensation from shallow breaths for her lungs were collapsing like the worn out old buildings in the city where she walked for...
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671.
You could have made a killing when you ripped out my voice to replace it with your own but you kept me in your affections instead as a puppet come parasite and you liked it that way, just so entangled in your charming turn of phrase, held captive by your sparing approval that I sought until crimson regrets mingled with the flowers you would lay at my side because they were on sale and I was easily...
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670.
She had spent her youth in a posy pretence, never saying anything controversial and led by fear to those by her side but I had never feared her as I washed my hands to hear the queen on her knees trying to purge herself pretty, stifling tears in between emptying herself of sin so that she could be pure again so when she came out of the stall, awkward and bent over until her posture could recall...
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Three Word Challenge.
I’m really enjoying writing this way so please, if you have three words to spare leave them in here and I’ll use all of them in a piece :)
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669.
Divinity was holding me in dream sequences from heavy walls to shield me from tumbling among them all, new friends with twisted eyes, pupils engulfing their stares as I wandered placidly around my fleeting thoughts and for all I know they could be on loop as I forgot who I was in a euphoric crush, feeling the bass line caressing my limbs because this was the closest to a God I had ever been, just...
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Things.
- Morning memory loss. - Lunch with Gramps. - Missing Chocolate Bear. - Collaborated with Liana. - Three word prompts. - Experimental fiction. - Stolen Babies on repeat. - Bubble baths. - Side effects.
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It’s staring right at me. Cloaked in black abysses with a mouthful ready to devour my existence. I could hear it’s thoughts bidding a chapter in my life so I avoid it’s gaze, this monstrous figure mirrored in reflections of my peripheral vision with you and everyone we have ever known circling in wait for my fallacy to fall writing the preface by twirling it’s long fingernail in the boundless...
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668.
‘Premiere the new you’ was the slogan ringing true in her skull as she began counting the stitches on her chest, head wrapped in gauze and for once she was not frightened, hope sewn back into her transformed flesh with all she had ever dreamed to be, she sold everything she owned just to run away from the reflection of herself in store windows next to enviable mannequins and then there was her,...
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667.
For Surreallaerrus.
You told me that you were sitting on the roof blowing smoke rings into the clouds that shielded you from the stars watchful eyes and I pictured you there covered in thoughts, aware of your every movement as skin grazes bone in the mechanics of your barely noticeable twitches because we’re all made that way, plied with expressions and little idiosyncrasies that manifest...
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666.
Everything was sinking around me as I was pulled in by my own bones, treacherous in their submission to leave me cold, tired and confused wrapping tapes around my hips to see where my achievement went ‘it won’t go down’ but I will, dying to be thinner, better, happier than I’ve been before because my past is brutal so I longed to be delicate, to starve this tainted flesh until there’s nothing left...
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665.
Out of sight, she had been gone for over a year, hiding in between skipped meals and in ignoring the world on the outside she built herself a home underneath her bones, clavicles holding civilisation and becoming deeper to house the growing population of thoughts she wanted to leave behind anywhere but inside her ears where she kept the bittersweet love songs from accidental friends to drown out...
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honeyfish: Cat Power - Fool
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664.
Come along Fool, you’ve got some ground to cover because your small feet making miniscule steps towards the door are not enough so they pull on the heart strings to play a song for you to feel amongst your bones, a garden of carcasses in flames from past mistakes that you didn’t learn from a direct hit to the senses with your eyes closed, writing pleas on your eyelids and letting their messages...
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663.
They had always called her Junebug despite the perennial winter hidden in the gaps of her smiles as they chose to see her sunny disposition as a character trait and not a fabricated fancy to make it easier for them to look at her, her with the ghosts of the past tying cords around tenuous bones until she became a marionette, one arm then two, out-stretched in a loving embrace that never came to...
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Duplicity
Written with the love of my Tumblr life, Amy.
She’s sitting there, yes there, under the window, can you see her? Because she is looking right through you and her fingers rake across the warm color of your skin until they find your hand and trace the outlines of eyes solid to her touch. Are you sure you can’t see her?
The last thing you remember is sitting next to her hands enclosed in each...
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Perspective.
girlbrokendown:
I. (2003) The world awakes, all except one Little girl lying limp With a sunset in her eyes A dying fancy One last dance She had her wish And slept with no regrets. II. (2011) The world wakes, all except one Little girl left behind Lost memories of her Just leftover words Heavy on her lips With nowhere to go Spelled nothing but regret.
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662.
Her motives were askew because she had forgotten how to feel, how to blend in with those who hear their own thoughts in waves inside their head and she would have been disturbed had the wasted prayers that this could be normal hadn’t already left her jaded from unfulfilled ideals, almost touching twenty-five as a bench mark for success because she had always said that failure is reaching a...
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Three Word Challenge.
girlbrokendown:
I’m really enjoying writing this way so please, if you have three words to spare leave them in here and I’ll use all of them in a piece :)
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661.
The green rust stain is all that’s left from the promise of forever he had placed on her ring finger, trails of deceit in fools gold because she wanted to believe in the happy ever afters of being tied to his arm in lead poisoned lies, the same ones that had been whispered into her ear at night for bed time stories while her lashes fluttered in unison with the heartbeats she was collecting...
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Diane Birch - Rewind.
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WatchTMI Tuesday video, in which I talk shit and mumble for almost five minutes.
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660.
It was that noncommittal rain, the sort that will drizzle softly onto your shoulders lulling you into a false pretence before you realise that these delicate droplets have soaked right through to your bones, perforating your defences until you surrender to the night and walk until morning, sucker punched with windswept languish dictating your next steps mindfully skipping the hairline cracks...
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659.
She agreed without demur when the decision was made, wrapped up in lined notebook paper on a clip board to measure her wretched need for affection, for someone to love her despite the words they wrote on her heart putting a price on every utterance she made in risk assessments with threats of locked doors, white walls and the unclean maintaining their dignity because no one should be watched in...
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Goodmorning/afternoon, loves!
I had a shitty night last night, I still don’t feel too great but thank you so much for all of your lovely words. I really do appreciate it. You guys are brilliant and I’m going to spend the day immersed in your three word challenges because at this point, I’m naming all of you as my muse.
Truly, thank you <3
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Gathering Fingers
girlbrokendown:
Written with my awesome sister Kassie.
Smile to wither away, ever pale in the dark, Not destined to meet the sheets of insanity, A shard of glass tumbling from a lost breath When eyes are sewn shut, a crimson lust.
Not destined to meet the sheets of insanity, These delicious drips onto willing tongues When eyes are sewn shut, a crimson lust Exsanguinated kisses on her majesty’s...
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658.
For a while now she was just an accompaniment to old stories and private jokes for she was out of sight left to linger out of the minds of forgotten friends, she was the empty plans on weekends and the we must to go to lunch soon to catch up but that idea terrified her because she could feel every bite making its way to her thighs as she willed for nothing of importance to come back out,...
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657.
It speaks to me in shadows of him, her fist and the look on their faces when they pulled me from the grave I had dug for myself in the forest of denial, ignoring each day as it came to paint in flashbacks on my eyes, my mind falling and I didn’t want to see it hit the ground in monochromatic shades of grey turning blue, translucent stories as I crouch down to touch, my touch is filled with...
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656.
We were all worn feathers on tired wings from years of abandoning our seasons to settle into warmer tides but it never lasted so we spent whole afternoons dreaming of what could have been on split skin leaving holes, bullet fragments from words fired or the silence filtering doubts into our ears from underneath the pillows that we lay our weary heads on because we couldn’t trust anyone if we...
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Three Word Challenge.
I didn’t expect this many words so I’m sorry to say that it’ll take me a couple of days but I promise that I will write pieces for all of you. I’m turning it into an ongoing thing so feel free to dump words into my ask box.
Thank you, loves <333
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655.
These days have become languid as I play myself in a misty haze, dreaming whilst awake and nightmares flowing through my veins that I would open without hesitation for you to understand the danger of even just holding onto my arm in order to drag me from the fray, the shouting and hollering crashing through the silence to terrorise my ears in unachievable wanderlust from the tips of my toes all...
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654.
It has been a long time, over a year since I have been here, present under watchful eyes that scan over me to believe that I am still the person they had loved once, pulling humanity from under my fingernails as I tried to claw my way back into their shriveled affections while my grenadine dreams in drips on porcelain gave it all away, like my façade, the one for them because they matter even if I...
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653.
You kept photographs of me in albums that I didn’t know existed because it took being by your bedside to watch you withering into illness and seventeen years to realise that you cared as you had never taken time to converse with me yet a cheque for the same amount came in a farm themed card for every Birthday with a simple, generic message but looking back I can see that she did all of the...
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652.
“I can’t help” echoes in my mind like a mantra to fall from other’s lips when I relinquish my pride to turn my hands into recipients of shelter, of love and relief from the demons that toil amongst my frame but instead I am met with “I can’t help” a familiar phrase as they pass my file, my anguish and need to someone that might just be able to fulfil my request but as she looked at me with...
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651.
You always saw the beauty in the broken rootless trees that we passed every day on our walks through time lost and treasured while I pictured your expressions in quadrants to analyse the symmetry of your face as you let words rip through old wounds without taking a breath between syllables, just endless poetry falling painfully from your winter lips, cracked and bitten like the conversation we had...
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Three Word Challenge.
I’m really enjoying writing this way so please, if you have three words to spare leave them in here and I’ll use all of them in a piece :)
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“Pour le parfait flâneur, pour l’observateur passionné, c’est une immense...”
– Charles Baudelaire.
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650.
Dear girl, your salt water sadness in shimmering on your cheekbones, empty but holding on for clandestine meetings with blades and softly spoken hand grenades as a trigger begging to be pulled but your fingers were all needles and pins unable to grip onto the only decision you had made in a lifetime of agreeing with the crowd that disappeared with each confession or weak moment until all you saw...
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Poem.
My one and only attempt at sexetry.
We spent all day and night writing poems on each other and with every touch you erased the past tense and others on my skin and turned back time with kisses in tongue trail tingles on my neck and in darkness under covers you left me inexplicably sun-kissed your secret lover, you undid history in my core and wrote verses between my thighs, rhythmic pentameters...
Baking, collaborating with Kassie, being forced to write poetry and a Skype date with my wife (even if she is cheating on me with Jenny) = a good day.
Goodnight. loves <3
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Gathering Fingers
Written with my awesome sister Kassie.
Smile to wither away, ever pale in the dark, Not destined to meet the sheets of insanity, A shard of glass tumbling from a lost breath When eyes are sewn shut, a crimson lust.
Not destined to meet the sheets of insanity, These delicious drips onto willing tongues When eyes are sewn shut, a crimson lust Exsanguinated kisses on her majesty’s lips.
These...
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649.
Her sadness remained modest and she was always fine because the girl who had everything spilled deceit into your cupped hands waiting to be filled while she was running on apples and carbonated diet drinks, a slave to her intake with nothing left to give but their pockets were filled with false hope disappearing into strangers who became less than that when the mask they had painted on her wore...
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My grandfather drunk dialling me is one of my favourite things in the world. He’s an O.G!
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648.
Her ardent eyes drifted over the bones they had left behind when she had been pulled into the wind by a constellation of cowards with their paperback excuses because asking why would trigger empty conversations and talking in roundabouts until every word uttered became hollow, meaningless like the week that had led up to her fall, the passing of time blurred into one as the new mornings lost their...
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647.
If this mingling of minds cannot happen within the parameters of my room or behind the door I lock to hideaway my insides then I must apologise but I would rather be left to my own macabre thoughts than the strained smiles and mechanical movements necessary to be forcefully socialised.