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funerali'll be dead , of course, & won't care, but if you want to remember mefuneral
as i was, put out tiger
lilies & chocolates & comfort- able chairs with pillows & tell everyone to wear their happiest
colors. read poems & sing too loudly; smoke a joint, even. tell my sister to put my ashes
in a green glass bottle & to let me
fly from the spirit tree.
oh, & please save a seat for my ghost; so i might wave goodbye to myself.
by ~bisoubaby
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Dead Birdroadkill and rust, roadkill andDead Bird
rust, I saw death
on the road, and he
was an unbreathing bird.
halfway to flight
with his tongue dry,
lips shattered, and he
looked just like you.
And his eyes
watched me as i
was a giant
(and all birds go to heaven
no matter how blood red
their heads are)
so I am a
narrator and when I
turn to sand
I want you to
lay me in the road
and decay with
the traffic.
by ~wearecommunities
Fire ValenciaWe walked together once and sheFire Valencia
told me how they just
watched from the windows
as the nearby mountains
burned. It started
like a cough over there and then
it spread, coated their
evening in Halloween
orange. This was in the
summer. She just left her
glasses off, looked at it
blur through the miles, and
went back to bed.
the horror was that
no one wrote about it.
by ~wearecommunities
Gertrude SteinToday I am feeling heartbeats in the earth beneath me, raising rubble with each thump. Pressing thumbs against against against the lips of liars only spreads suppression through their veins. There is psychic energy in you, that leaves through your fingertips and into the magpies waiting outside. Gertrude Stein called last night. Told me the difference, the difference is spreading. I went there on business.Gertrude Stein
by ~wearecommunities
Rapid Eye MovementI woke up this morning and said, "Everything is dreaming things that I can't seeRapid Eye Movement
so when I say Hello, it echoes in my throat and sticks to her lips, But there's a thick
spot of algae where I dropped your body, like a corpse into the lake so that your mind
can hide in my hair."
I didn't go to school today I thought I was still asleep
by ~wearecommunities
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: spare bedrooms, embraces, & inspiration
- Interests: beng happy.
- Favourite movie: constantly changing. (currently: "raising victor vargas")
- Favourite poet or writer: constantly changing. (currently: robert penn warren)
- Favourite photographer: my sister & maxx
- Favourite game: hide & go seek
- Personal Quote: "the grass is always greener when it bursts up through concrete..."
- Tools of the Trade: pen + notebook + pulse
- Email: fire_and_roses@hotmail.com
- Skype: miss.jess.
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Hello Toilet
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They don't love you like I love you
Wait.
They don't love you like I love you"
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'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
attach a more believable angel to this here string
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'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
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