Summer.Well, I'm here now at least!
I added a poem called "by candlelight"
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by candlelightinnocence is a white candle, watching them condescendinglyby candlelight
like the old, dowdy nun at Catholic school who everyone knew devoted herself to God because no one else would devote themselves back to her
and it’s flickering in the perfect-to-set-the-mood just right, dimmed lighting of the Italian restaurant where the smell of cologne and Couture remind them that this is something neither can afford.
it’s melting steadily as he plays her smoothly stroking her strings like baby skin each desperate kiss a desolate reminder that
sh
by ~wordjunki
Perfection?She’s got a damning combination ofPerfection?
quixotic idealism and relentless self-doubt, adorably inadequate, a product of the “me-me-me” generation with parents who dreamed big and achieved little, leaving the burden of success
on the shoulders of their baby girl.
They tried to bottle flawlessness mixing sugar and acid with
ribbons, curls and good school districts
warning: contents under extreme pressure they will shake shake shake her until finally they break her.
crack her bend her
by ~wordjunki
SolaceThis is the broken poem, for when you’re a fragment of yourself. The poem for when your heart has been out of your hands too long and you’ve forgotten what the erratic pulse feels like when it’s murmuring and dancing against your fingertips. This is the poem for crumbling into bed and cradling the salt marks staining your skin, because they remind you that you are alive. Let it reach for your hand when others have left you quarantined, for the world fearsSolace
that heartache is contagious. It will gently rock you back to sleep, lost in a lullaby while mother
by ~wordjunki
Teenage YearsNot so subtle indifference and all those little instances of newness and anarchy,Teenage Years
love lost and self-depravity. Apologetic glances and
undeserving second chances,
Curiosity, overshadowed
by the cloud of confusion.
Hot summer nights,
sittin' and laughin' and acting like not one of us souls
gave a damn, smoking our cigarettes
looking real cool. Lounging curbside, theorizing about sexuality,
life, friendships and family,
wondering when the grown mentality
will arrive.
by ~wordjunki
Random Favourites
EtherealIn our mouths were backwashed Desensitized tastes that knew everything Is minced for humanity. Sweetened like Ginseng Tea in cafés Across subservient streets that wink In obsequious cheer at barbershops. Desalinated skies, so unlike their cousins The seas So not to provoke sodium burns, the aeronauts Pouring cream of cloud into our open hands Enticing enraged instincts.Ethereal
Bearing minds that plod subconsciously In feral darkness, the under-thoughts of choleric cries Croon potential for abyssal caves. The waterfall of our senses roaring over Thought &
by ~cheshirecat24
I could.I could have been a painter, my body bare, covering canvasses with my pain, spreading it around in different shades. II could.
Would have spent hours with my mind open to everything & my eyes closed to make fragments of myself and offer them as painted delicacies.
Instead i am a writer; my whole world collapsed in hours and i wrote about it while sweat poured from my body
And I still had so much to say and no
words to say it with.
by ~ohfever
AcceptanceBrown eyed boy meets blue eyed girl That's the day we changed our world I'll take your hand if you take mine So I can know you'll be just fine I know we hear it every day Don't dare listen to what they say Just because they don't accept you That doesn't mean that I don't tooAcceptance
by ~lonleychick81
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- Interests: coffee, yoga, poetry, horror movies, polar bears.
- Favourite movie: V for Vendetta, The Notebook, Friday the 13th, A Walk To Remember, Confessions of a Dangerous Mind
- Favourite band or musician: pshht...I'll listen to anything.
- Favourite poet or writer: Margaret Atwood, Sylvia Plath, Stephen King
- MP3 player of choice: iPod.
- Tools of the Trade: Pen, paper. Yeah, I'm fancy like that.
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/katielynn553
- Email: katielynn553@aol.com
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