The Plight of The Gardener

The Plight of The Gardener

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"I am tending to my heart," Lon said. "Let me tend to it," he groaned and groaned. "They come as the dance fatigued. "Onto merry, onto sunshine, onto the that he so little have owned. "I walked past a breakthrough in reverseโ€“ Ka-re-eu! Turns out committedly playing vict' Is plentiful in Rewards." Lon turned to the flower and the mute bird with skin like a cow. "I have kept you within the spit of the sun, have I not?" "You have." "I have let the rain not ravage at your legs, have I not?" "You have." "Am I your home?" "You are part of it." "A-ha! Don't you dare take that away from ...Read more

Flare (An Old Constellation's Love Letter)

Flare (An Old Constellation’s Love Letter)

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i need a man who would fight for me to whichever length the lengths provide and lengths require life progresses and spins and flies, but at what cost you told me through phone calls and through subtext with your brow broken, endowed with yer panic, that we may not be able to provide what the other needs in the long run but fuck all the needs and fuck all the long runs tell me now, tell me now, you without hesitation without the sorriest pieces of gums in soles what do i need when i've exhausted it all get your heart broken get it broken a lot lock it up and out and away even from ...Read more

Quod erat faciendum

Quod erat faciendum

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i took what he humbly offered and flushed them down the toilet. all of them, down and down. i didnโ€™t care for him at all, or maybe too much. i bet he was nothing to me and he was using me, too. that's fine. but i should have gone with the good Sweaty Hours 'stead of not bulging from these perforated sweatless caskets peaking, peeking. i wonder if the clock checks on me, too, and all that we despise about ourselves. doth it keep notes of early ruin? will it count down or calm back to days i apologized to his knuckles and the knuckles of his friends? his mistake was sleeping s ...Read more

Allegorica

Allegorica

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1. I think I forgot. I am a writer weak without a good editor, But let me tour you through out My mansion of storms. Don't get yourselves lost, The shelves are pretty much All sirens here. They will eat you up here, gnaw you up, Spit you up, and, here Never trust what you remember. 'Member all that are lost are all that are deserving of it. Child, are there merits to your meritocracy? Isn't that the way we dreamt about, fixing the world? How foolish were the sardines judged by the anglers and angels for their fins? I have learned to make empty threats from my parents. They are ...Read more

Gimlet

Gimlet

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"could you turn down the lights? i'm trying not to be seen here" no answer, there is just me and the barkeep and he's busy, polishing some old bottle but new to the new pub i guess he looked kind of good, i may have had fifty or five, but he looked good and all tall, and penguin-like, busy as a man should be busy built as a man should be built the tables behind me already have names on them already who would reserve them this early? i never understood how people point at their days, say which time is for which i have never done that with mine O', order? but i am so ha ...Read more

Take Aim

Take Aim

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Talking is futile 'cause talking is cornering. We reward petty behaviors with claps, showy 'nd steady. We like the good things but we like the bads as well. Act as rebels, as modern day bohemians, and dandyists on Wednesdays. We make our own caricatures because now we know ourselves and how can we not? Stress-obsessed on the plink tobaccuzzi, and it bubbles at the hoops of our trunks. If only we could love ourselves like we love our talkie box and our voyeur veneers. Loving ourselves is cool but hating ourselves is cool, too. It's normal now. Because we are all aware about it, yes? Lo ...Read more

Cyanide-laced gum

Cyanide-laced gum

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1.) He's mature for my age, With intensity he can dial up And back on a whim. The ease you can smell A thinking doily by Pacing alone. He never overextends his Smiles to seconds, he Could waste into darkness. Dankness, glum, like goth-like, moth-like, om-like Spitting at the toilet lights and caught Up with the world I don't want To have to carry the name of a family That hovered 'bove me like citadel of self-appointed Characteristically uncaring gods, I'd rather Pour molters onto scabs insidious, I'm serious I want a life lived inconsequential. I want one less reminder of fa ...Read more

Disparity

Disparity

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In middle school, we learned of Patience We hung around, fragile as we are Ate our lunches loud and Quiet Sometimes, and Often we heard the blow Off the chalk dust right back into chalkboards As we deemed ourselves giants In the making, the O'-so sillies I hardly thought about the times when I couldn't fall asleep as a youngling For as an adult, things weren't very Different We lumbered into foursomes, into tiny groups, into Chunks Did we do our parents justice by becoming what we are now? I wonder And during the high days of the water, No And during the cold caress of the Fe ...Read more

Burgundahlia

Burgundahlia

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Poetry

Poetry

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Poetry Language exists not to be policed, but to have fun with as one lives โ€“ Life In the Infinite Foreword A collection of all the prose and poems I've decided to announce ahead of schedule and/or publish. Works ongoing. Click here for the poetry tag search. td.optioners { -moz-transition: all ease 0.05s; -o-transition: all ease 0.05s; -ms-transition: all ease 0.05s; transition: all ease 0.05s; cursor: pointer; } td.optioners:hover {background: #74cbc8 !important; color: #FFF !important; -webkit-transition: all ease 0.05s;} 1 2 3 4 5 The Inc ...Read more

 
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