Devious Journal Entry— Hagakure
2012
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Too Old for Teenage PoetryIf I sit here too long I'll incriminate myself with reams of hastily overwrought textToo Old for Teenage Poetry
and brittle, hollow nothings.
If I sit here too long I'll lurch forward and dredge forth archaic, saccharine words regurgitated into lingering ulcerous sentences.
& you're still as far away
so what does poetry matter anyway?
I'm too old for this shit.
by ~fathertiresias
WordsTwelve months ago...Words
I knew you as words: Flirtatious noncommittal txts, clever puns and witty retorts; as playful laughter wrung from innocent expression. I knew you as hours drowned in cheeky self-replicating smirks; as phrases flung out carelessly in that purple italic font. I knew you as the following variations on the letter P: =P ;P xP
Three months ago...
I knew you as words: Tender/anxious iloveyou's, vague intangible emotions spewed out 18 characters wide; as ever-repeated e
by ~fathertiresias
Unnatural Vice - Part 14While the house was burning, I ran. I ran, dear reader, reeking of gasoline, with no destination in mind. If I must put it honestly, I've been running ever since. But we'll talk, for now, of that particular morning: The sun still hadn't risen and the streets were deserted. I eventually ran out of breath and collapsed onto the hard damp pavement. There was a car next to me, parked on the grass verge of the road. I squinted at the window: the car was unlocked. Seizing upon this lucky coincidence, I opened the door, climbed in and sped away. I drove out of straight out of town and far out into the country. A thick fog enveloped the countryside jUnnatural Vice - Part 14
by ~fathertiresias
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not destruction but expressionshe moves in untrained leaps and tumbles, bombarding the walls with her body.not destruction but expression
she says, "a bruise is just blood hungering to dance."
by ~Satah
Dr. BakunetsuDr. BakunetsuDr. Bakunetsu
His name is Japanese for 'explosive heat' - it's also, he says, unfastening his suitcase's brass clasps, the name he gives the ailment, taps the carat of my ribs - "In here, chief?
Right-o, that's a nasty one. No, don't speak! These things can go off any time, sunshine, I’ve seen ones that could atomise Parliament, your heart’s the barrel and this thing, chief,
this’s the burning taper. S’only got to leap like a flea, or a jumping bean, sunbeam, skip like a record and your whole torso’ll go up like a sack of fire
by ~jack-cade
Caligula On:On WomenCaligula On:
We already know that men have breasts, that the testes are fumbled ovaries and cocks bulbous clits - not steadfast masts - that we're all wombed up to differing degrees.
But further still, duvets are wild and well fed labia, ferris wheels are areola, as are the hubcaps on an eighteen-wheeler, the plates on your drainer, the hobs where you've fried so many eggs. Your curtains are a hymen, the M1's a runamuck fallopian tube, fuseboxes g-spots, flyovers urb- -an montes veneris. The blueprint is woman, and woman's the end product too. Think of plu
by ~jack-cade
Innocence LostI'm driving and I can't help but glance in the rearview mirror. She's lying there, trembling like the dead leaves of autumn when the first winter wind threatens to tear them from their home, down to some strange burial ground. Her face isn't flushed with excitement, but drawn and pale with fear of the unknown, fear of the unwanted. Her hands are crossed tightly across her breasts, but are firmly pried away, exposing them to his touch. Her legs are pressed tightly together, but a knee forces itself between them. Her eyes are bright with the scope of emotions tumbling through her mind, butInnocence Lost
by ~riencuran
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rosin your bow, sing your scales
do your lunges
we're going
field-
dancing
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'Beauty is truth, truth beauty, — that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.'
*The-Literati
~ShortStackStories
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We read and write poetry because we are the human race. And we are full of passion.
— Dead Poets Society
I have to go live my life so that when I read my awesome biography, it doesn't make me want to puke.
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oh, unqualified superlatives!
Thanks tons for the favorite on "Letters to a Loved One."
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"And one must be danced with, at all costs."
-Rhett Butler, Gone with the Wind
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rosin your bow, sing your scales
do your lunges
we're going
field-
dancing
--
"And one must be danced with, at all costs."
-Rhett Butler, Gone with the Wind
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when one candle is used to light another, the new flame is not the same as the old flame, and yet the first flame directly causes the second.
-- peace !
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